A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took me a little longer to update this time! I got busy and then 4th of July weekend came and you know how it goes! Anyways hope you guys had a fun holiday weekend! Also thanks for the reviews! ONWARD!
iHeart Vegas
Chapter 4: OH CRAP
Sam turned over in bed and groaned. She felt like a tow truck ran her over at least 10 times. She wasn't quite sure where she was or anything from last night but she knew she needed to pee. She slowly tried to get up but was met with a head throb and nausea.
She plopped back down and put a hand to her head. She rubbed her head for a little bit until she felt something...different.
Sam slowly opened her eyes and looked at her left hand. There on her finger was an ugly, clearly cheap, engagement ring. She screamed.
After she was done freaking out (and peeing), she quickly put on her clothes from last night and ran to her room.
There she found a still sleeping, hungover Carly. Sam was about to yell at her when Gibby's head popped up and he yelled, "Peanuts!"
Sam's eyes widened in shock before she started laughing. Gibby got up with his eyes still closed, fully naked, unfortunately for Sam, and headed towards the bathroom running into the wall before finally finding the bathroom door.
Sam laughed again and jumped on the bed. Carly groaned but didn't move so Sam started jumping more.
"If I could get up, I would kill you," Carly stated bluntly into the pillow.
"You know that wouldn't be too bad," Sam replied looking at her left ring finger.
"Huh?" Carly said confused still under mounds of comforter.
Sam heard the toilet flush and knew Gibby was about to come back so she just smirked and said, "You'll understand in a bit. Just go back to sleep, Carls."
Carly started snoring a little and Sam took this as her cue to leave. After she closed the door, she waited out in the hallway
"In 5, 4, 3, 2," Sam whispered and then Carly's scream was heard throughout the hallway.
Gibby ran out, still naked, unfortunately for Sam...AGAIN, and ran to his and Freddie's suite. Sam shivered at the sight before going into her room.
She was met by a still shocked Carly.
"I, wha, I, uh, so, oh," Carly stuttered incoherently.
Sam just brushed past her and started changing her clothes. She grabbed the most comfortable clothes she could find and tried to somewhat make herself look decent.
Carly finally snapped out of it and followed suit.
They walked out into the hallway in silence, both hung over and both reeling with regret.
As soon as they stepped into the elevator, Sam showed Carly her left hand. Carly's eyes widened in shock before her memory from last night came back. "Oh gosh," Carly stated deflated.
"Hey, at any point last night, like I don't know...when I was about to MARRY FREDDIE, did you ever stop and think, 'hey maybe I should stop Sam from doing something insanely stupid?' I mean come on Carly, that's always been our dynamic," Sam exclaimed glaring at her left ring finger.
Carly looked at Sam blankly before replying, "I threw up in my own purse sooo..."
Sam just rolled her eyes and the elevator doors opened.
They found the breakfast buffet where Sam went to town and Carly went to find some aspirin.
Sam had two trays full of food in her hands and almost dropped one when Freddie caught it.
Sam stiffened but said a quick, "thanks," before sitting down at a nearby table.
Freddie gulped and sat down next to her handing her some aspirin and taking some himself.
They sat in silence for a little while before Carly found them and sat across from the newly weds.
"I think I just died," Carly said burying her head in hands.
Just then, a now dressed Gibby, found them and sat down next to Carly who looked up and gave him a death glare.
Gibby was too hungover to care however and stole a plate from one of Sam's trays who surprisingly wasn't eating.
"So," Gibby started with a mouthful of bacon, "how are the Bensons?"
Carly stole a biscuit from his hand and started eating it while looking wide eyed at Sam and Freddie for a reply.
Gibby just stared at the biscuit for a minute before grabbing it and squeezing it up, leaving a crumby mess.
Sam glared at Gibby. "Freddie, come with me," Sam demanded standing up from her seat.
"Uh, k," Freddie replied flatly following Sam to the slot machines.
Sam put in a quarter and pulled the lever down. Freddie waited, feeling the tension and awkwardness building up between them.
Sam sighed, "Look, we did something really stupid last night and I think we should, you know, fix it."
"Yea, yea of course," Freddie agreed, "I mean we weren't gonna stay married right?"
Sam chuckled, "You? Me? MARRIED? Haha funny!"
They started laughing as Sam continued putting quarters into the slot machine and pulling the lever.
"Yea that would be the DUMBEST thing ever, I mean I could never imagine YOU as a wife," Freddie exclaimed still laughing.
Sam was taken back, "What is that supposed to mean," she questioned suddenly.
"Wha? What?" Freddie stated confused not sure about her sudden change in tone.
"You said you couldn't imagine me AS a wife," Sam said harshly.
"No, I uh meant, as my wife, as MY, mine," Freddie replied nervously.
"Well you know what," Sam started angrily, "I would NEVER marry some loser nub like you who can't even keep a job working for his own DAD" Sam backfired.
At this Freddie got mad, "Well guess what, Puckett. YOU DID!"
"I was plastered! I would never, no actually, no GIRL would ever WILLINGLY choose to marry you unless they were A) drunk or B) stupid!"
"Well, news flash, Sam! You're BOTH!"
Sam grunted and chucked her last quarter at him. "I hate you," she yelled at him before turning around.
Freddie picked her quarter up off the ground and put it in the slot machine. "Hey," he called after her, "at least we'll always have Vegas!" He pulled the lever down and started to head towards their table before a ding was heard.
As if in slow motion, Freddie turned around and saw the lights flashing "Jackpot". Realization slowly hit him along with a now shirtless Gibby who tackled him to the ground from excitement.
"OH MY GOD," both Freddie and Gibby yelled fist pumping and bear hugging.
Carly ran up to Sam to see what the commotion was about when realization hit Sam and she started jumping up and down squealing, "Oh my gosh! That was my quarter! I won!"
Carly hugged her and they both jumped up and down ecstatically along with Freddie and Gibby.
"I can't believe I won," Sam and Freddie said at the same time as a man in a suit handed them a huge cardboard check and taking their picture. They glared at each other and was confused.
"No I won," Freddie stated pulling the check away from Sam.
"No, that was MY quarter," Sam replied pulling it back towards her.
"But I pulled the lever," Freddie stated pulling the check completely from Sam's hands and walking away swiftly.
Sam glared at him before she remembered something very important.
"Well, honey," Sam started and Freddie stopped dead in his tracks, "what's your is mine! We're married now! REMEMBER?"
Sam smirked at him and flashed him her left ring finger. Freddie reluctantly walked back towards her and she patted him on the head.
The duo walked back towards their table greeted by a still howling, shirtless Gibby and an annoyed Carly.
"So what are we gonna do now," Freddie questioned defeatedly.
"We're gonna get a divorce and split the money. 1.5 million. Each," Sam stated matter-of-factly.
Gibby scoffed, "Split? I don't think so! Freddie won that money fair and square!"
Carly glared at him, "Too bad they're MARRIED now you shirtless goob! They HAVE to share it!"
Gibby scowled as Carly threw his shirt at him.
"Well I guess we'll see you losers in court," Sam said before grabbing Carly and leaving.
Back in New York:
"So let me get this straight," said an aggravated judge, "you guys were not of right mind and got married and then one of you, not sure of which one, won the jackpot at a casino and now are filing for divorce?"
"Yes, your honor," Freddie stated from behind the stand with Gibby right beside him claiming to be his lawyer.
"But," the judge started still a little confused, "if you guys are newlyweds wouldn't you want to use the money to buy a mansion and start a family?"
"No, your honor," Sam started, "It was a mistake."
"Plus they were plastered," interjected Gibby who Freddie swiftly elbowed in the ribs.
"I mean it was a mistake," Gibby said out of agony.
The judged glared at them before starting his lecture, "You know, I've been married to the same, awful woman for 28 years now and yes there are some days when I want to set her on fire, but I don't because it's illegal and because I love her. Now, when I said those vows I meant it! The gays aren't the ones ruining the sanctity of marriage, it's you guys with your Vegas and stupidity! Now here's what I'm gonna do. I am hereby freezing the money for 6 months while you two go through 6 months of hard marriage. That means weekly counseling with a prestige marriage counselor and you two are going to WORK on you marriage!"
"Objection! You can't do that," Gibby interjected.
"Oh yes I can," stated the judge with authority, "And if you guys don't go through with this then I will do all kinds of legal things to that money that will be so long and so processed that it will take forever before you two ever get your hands on that money!"
Sam and Freddie lowered their heads defeatedly.
"Oh and do you guys have a place to stay," asked the judge.
"Um no, your honor, I don't," stated Sam.
"Uh, I do," Freddie stated hesitantly.
"Good, then you will stay with your husband," the judge stated harshly, "I now pronounce you, STILL MARRIED!" The judge pounded his mallot and waved them out.
Sam walked out hurriedly followed by an anxious Carly.
"Ugh, Carls! What am I gonna do," Sam exclaimed once they were outside the courthouse.
"I say you do it," Carly stated calmly.
"DO IT? You mean be married to Freddie for 6 months?"
"Yes, Sam! We used to hang out with him all the time growing up. You can handle it. Plus if you just get through it you will get 1.5 million dollars! If you don't do what the judge says, you'll never get that money back!"
Sam sighed, "You're right, Carls. But how am I gonna make it through without killing the dork? We hated each other growing up!"
"Don't worry, Sam," Carly reassured her, "You've grown up a lot since then. You're more mature now! You can handle anything!"
While Carly tried comforting Sam outside, Freddie was yelling at Gibby inside the building.
"I can't believe this! You did NOTHING in there," Freddie yelled at his so called lawyer.
"What? I called her a vixen," exclaimed Gibby.
"Yea behind my back!" Freddie sat down on a bench and buried his face in his hands.
"Well, what are you gonna do man?" Gibby sat beside him patting him on the shoulder.
"I'm gonna have to do it," Freddie stated defeatedly, "I'm gonna have to live with my arch nemesis from my childhood and work on our marriage."
"Man this sucks," Gibby said sadly. Freddie glared at him before seeing Sam and Carly walk in.
Freddie and Gibby quickly stood up to greet the girls.
"You know I can make your life miserable," Sam stated bluntly glaring at Freddie, "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"Oh yea, bring it on, Puckett," Freddie smirked.
"That's Mrs. Benson to you," Sam quipped turning around and heading towards the doors.
Freddie paled at the thought but followed her and their two friends.
"We'll see you tomorrow morning then," Sam said putting the piece of paper with Freddie's address on it in her purse.
Freddie helped her and Carly get into their cab and quickly snipped, "Can't wait! See you in the morning sweet humps!" before slamming the cab's door in Sam's face.
"Oh crap." The foursome stated.