Well, thanks for all the reviews guys. This time, I won't talk so much, and I'll just say, enjoy the next chapter! Everything will be explained in here!
Freddie reached Spencer and his room for the week, and quietly unlocked it and walked inside. He shut the door and saw Spencer just waking up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Freddie grimaced as he walked to his bed and silently sat down on it as Spencer sat up.
"What time is it? My head hurts more than the time Socko and I snuck out to our friend Dilly's house when we were sixteen and got drunker than- well, we got pretty drunk," Spencer rambled. Freddie checked the time.
"Almost eight," he answered cautiously. Spencer looked at Freddie, studying his facial expression.
"Are you ok Freddie? You look like you've seen a ghost," Spencer asked. Freddie nodded. He was just a little freaked out currently. But wait, he could get it annuled! He almost forgot. It always worked on movies. Wait, scratch that, it never worked in movies, but they could do it, right? Loads of people have, it was quick and easy, plus his mother would never find out.
"Yeah, fine. Um, Spencer, do you remember what happened last night?" Freddie asked. Spencer thought for a minute as he stood up, holding his head.
"Um, sort of. Give me a minute, and I'll probably remember. Why?" Spencer asked. Freddie chose his words carefully. Well, Spencer would have figured out anyways.
"Well, I don't really remember what happened after Sam and I went outside. We were having a good time, and we went outside for some fresh air and everything's just a blur," Freddie said, keeping his left hand in his pocket. Spencer thought.
"Wait, I think I remember what happened- oh my god," Spencer said finally, his eyes widening as he looked at the almost adult in the room. Freddie grimaced as his hand came out of his pocket. Spencer grabbed it and looked at the ring in shock.
"I don't know how it happened Spencer. I can't remember what happened at all. I don't even remember coming back to the hotel, nonetheless getting married to Sam," Freddie admitted. Spencer sighed as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Don't worry Freddie, the first time you get drunk, you usually don't remember what happened until about an hour after you wake up. But that's just all my friends' experiences, and mine, and also Carly's, so it could be later or earlier for you. I'm just-wow. I can't believe it," Spencer said, in awe.
"Can we stop talking about this and get dressed for breakfast?" Freddie asked, annoyed. Spencer nodded.
"Sure, I'll wake up Carly and Mrs. Puckett-Benson," Spencer joked, causing a pillow to smack into his face, toppling Spencer to the ground. Spencer stood up a moment later.
"Shut up Spence. We have to figure out a plan to fix all of this," Freddie said before grabbing his clothes and going into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and locking it.
As soon as he was alone, he allowed himself to feel overwhelmed. He sat on the ground, trying to remember what happened and what in his drunken mind would allow him to marry Sam. Freddie wanted desperately to remember why he married Sam. He actually forced himself to. He wanted to figure it out before he saw her. Freddie looked down at his ring for a few minutes, before finally, the memories starting coming.
"I've changed my mind! I don't wanna go to the fountain anymore!" Sam pouted as they walked down the road. Freddie stopped, swayed, then grabbed onto Sam.
"What do ya mean? What do ya wanna do then Sammy?" Freddie asked. Sam thought, as she glanced down the road, a smile lighting up her face.
"I wanna get married!" she decided. Freddie laughed hysterically.
"Get married? That's funny! Why would you wanna get married?" he asked. Sam shrugged.
"My aunt Becky got married at seventeen with her enemy and now is happy in love with three delinquent children! Even though they're both in jail, they still are happy! And I've always wanted to get married young," Sam exclaimed, and hiccuped. She laughed. Freddie smiled, clearly elated by taking another risk.
"Sure! Tonight is the night of risks after all! Screw the consequences! Heck, let's get married!" Freddie said, laughing as he saw Spencer stumbling down the road, Carly following, clearly even more drunk than Spencer.
"Hey guys! Guess what? We're gonna get married!" Sam said. Carly grinned as she awkwardly hugged her best friend.
"That's great Sam," Carly exclaimed. Freddie laughed as he grabbed his fiancee's hand and pulled her toward the wedding chapel down the road. The four entered the chapel, where they saw a nice middle aged man at the desk.
"Hi, welcome to Cupid's Wedding Chapels. How may I assist you?" the man asked. Freddie stepped up.
"Hi, we'd like to get married, right now," he said, tugging on Sam's arm. She fell into him, as the two laughed.
"Of course, just step this way and my darling daughter Cindy will help you find a dress, miss," the man said as Cindy ushered up.
"Come on this way," she said to Sam, who followed, Carly right behind her. Freddie grinned as he and Spencer followed the man, whose name Freddie remembered was George, to another door with jackets.
"How old are you guys?" George asked as he threw Spencer a jacket. Spencer almost caught it, but it fell. Spencer laughed as he picked it up and sloppily slipped it on.
"I'm Freddie, and I'm supposed to be twenty two but I'm really seventeen. I'm a risk-taker for once! Usually my mom would be overprotective and would kill me for this, but since she's not here, I'd rather disobey her authority and do something crazy for once," Freddie rambled. George smiled as Freddie slipped on the jacket George handed him.
"Well, good for you. As long as you love the blondie, then that's all that matters. I married my wife when I was eighteen, the day after I turned eighteen in fact, and if she hadn't passed away three months ago, we'd be happily in love still," George said.
"That's lucky. I'm twenty nine and still haven't found the girl of my dreams yet. Well, I have a girlfriend Melanie, but I don't think she's the one. But she might, I have no clue at this point," Spencer said. George smiled as he led the two out to the altar. Carly was already there, waiting at the front, giggling like a madwoman when she saw Freddie.
"You are so lucky Freddie! You're marrying your total enemy/friend," Carly commented. Freddie grinned cheekily.
"I know!" Freddie said somewhat happy.
"Yeah, and you have to kiss her! Think about it, your first kiss with Sam while getting married, drunk!" Carly continued. Freddie just laughed, and, surprisingly, kept his mouth shut about his secret about his first kiss with Sam.
"You ready kiddies?" George asked. Freddie nodded as he took his place at the altar.
"Ready as I'll ever be Georgie!" Freddie said loudly. George grinned as he turned on the music. Freddie turned to the stairs as the first glimpse of white emerged. Freddie gaped in his drunken state as Sam came down the stairs with Cindy, a bright smile echoed on their faces. She did look beautiful, Freddie thought dreamily. She even looked prettier than Carly. White and red were definately Sam's colours. Freddie saw, from the corner of his eye, Carly smiling at Sam, an approved look on her face, and Spencer, just in plain shock. George looked happy and content, like he knew they were in love. Right, Freddie thought. Even though he was drunk, he knew he couldn't be in love with Sam. Well, it was possible. They were friends for the longest of time and they used to get along before the kiss, before the summer before sophomore year.
Sam stumbled as she reached Freddie. He took her hand to steady her. She smiled gratefully as they faced the priest as he started speaking. Freddie didn't really remember what happened in the next few minutes. He remembered speaking his sloppy vows, and remembered the rings, and the I do's.
"You may now kiss your bride," the priest said finally as Sam and Freddie faced each other. An electrical feeling passed through them suddenly as both leaned in, their drunken states forgotten. It was just like their first kiss all over again. Once their lips met, they felt happy and complete. It felt totally right, and amazing.
The two were forced to pull away about a minute later when they unintentionally stumbled and tripped into Spencer.
"Sorry Spence," Sam said, giggling.
"Thanks a lot! Bye-bye Georgie! Bye Cindy!" Carly called as Freddie threw down his jacket and Sam took off her dress, her clothes underneath luckily, and they bolted out, Spencer grabbing the wedding certificate as they left.
Freddie looked at himself in the mirror, remembering coming back to the hotel and sleeping in Sam's bed. Oh god, what had he done?
After about twenty minutes, Freddie exited the bathroom, just wanting to avoid this forever, but knowing he couldn't. Spencer saw him, and realized what Freddie just remembered.
"Sorry Freddo, you're married to Sam," he said apologetically. Freddie nodded numbly as he put on his shoes.
"Are we going to meet the girls downstairs for breakfast?" Freddie asked. Spencer nodded.
"Let's go!" he said as he rushed out the door. Freddie breathed deeply, as he followed Spencer out.
OOk, so sorry for the long update. I kinda lost inspiration, which will most likely happen again. I want you to tell me, though, what Mrs Benson's reaction should be, Sam's reaction, Carly's reaction and why they should stay married for 6 months.
