"Hi, I'm, uh, Freddie," Freddie stood in front of the couple's in-law class and spoke, nervously. "And I hate my fiancé's mom."

Sam had told him to say that in order for people to believe he actually needed to be in that class.

"Hey Freddie," It started out with one voice and soon everyone had said it to him. He nodded to them, a little embarrassed.

How could Sam put him in this class that he didn't need? He didn't hate Pam, but she wasn't at the top of the 'people he fancied' list either. She was somewhere towards the bottom—near his parents.

He sat back down, looking around, and sure enough, all eyes were on him. They leaned in, waiting to hear what else he had to say.

He turned to the guy sitting next to him and whispered, "Is it still my turn?"

The guy nodded and he stood back up, placing both his hands in either side of his pocket. "Well, uh, what can I say? Um," he paused for dramatic effect. "You gotta know when to hold them…know when to fold them…" He looked around the room, seeing how inspired everyone looked even though he seriously didn't even know what he had said. "Thank you."

They all clapped for him and he looked around, smiling, and nodding to everyone. He patted the shoulder of the man next to him. "That felt good."

"Sam Puckett?" Sam turned around to meet a pretty brunette. Her hair trailed down her shoulders and her outfit was exceptional.

"Carly Shay?"

"Wow," Carly hugged her to which Sam grimaced.

"Not a hugger, not a hugger, not a hugger," Carly let go, grinning.

"Wow, it's so good to see you again. I didn't think we'd ever meet again…especially not after you ate my tuna sandwich."

Sam laughed, remembering her younger years.

"So, you're getting married?" She asked, and Sam nodded. "To who and how long have you guys been together?"

Was a gossiper in first grade, still a big gossip now, Sam thought, shaking her head. "Remember that kid from kindergarten who moved in less than a month to some youth medical school? His name was Freddie Benson?"

"That's who you're marrying?" Carly asked, incredulously.

"Does he still wear those three inch shoes to be as tall as everyone?"

Sam smiled, shaking her head. "Trust me, he's grown a lot since then."

"Aw, that's so cute," Carly said, smiling at Sam. "Oh, here we are."

She opened the door to a wedding dress boutique and the two walked in.

"Oscar, I haven't seen you in a while!" She said, smiling at the guy standing by a rack of wedding dresses.

Carly and Oscar ran up to each other and she gave him a kiss on each cheek, to which he returned.

"Carls!" He embraced her again.

Sam stood in the back, rocking back and forth on her heels. "You guys know each other?"

"Oscar was the same guy who helped me pick my wedding dress," Carly explained, smiling. "Oscar, meet Sam, Sam meet Oscar."

Sam extended her hand. Instead, the man pulled her forward and placed two kisses on each of her cheeks. "Any friend of Carls, is a friend of mine."

"Okay then," She said, still confused by the man's gesture.

"Now let's get to picking." He placed a long, white dress in her hands and she smiled in return.

"Woohoo," she said with her best enthusiasm.

"So when am I gonna meet this Freddie?" Carly asked, nudging Sam as she waited for more dresses from Oscar. "As a matter of fact, why haven't I met this Freddie? Has the family met him?"

"Everyone except Melanie." Sam said, sighing.

"Sam," Oscar's voice boomed through the door as he walked out, yet another dress in his hand. "What do you think of this one?"

Sam stared at the dress. "It's too frilly…I want something simple, yet elegant, and beautiful, but not too showy."

"Sam, you're the bride! You need something showy!"

"Eh," Sam said, shaking her head. "I guess but whatever you do, no pink!"

"Hi, my name is Charlie and I used to hate my in-laws with passion," The guy started, and Freddie paid attention.

A roomful of 'Hey Ben's' filled the constricted area, one coming from Freddie.

"My wife's mother used to fill me with anger so quickly…and her dad, he always talked down on me and told her how she could've done better."

Freddie nodded. "Ah, I hear ya," he said, nodding and looking around. His eyes locked on a brunette who looked as though she had been staring at him. She smiled at him and he couldn't help but be enticed by her beauty. He gazed over her features, taking in her necklace, they read 'Laurie'—he assumed that was her name.

He smiled back at her and looked away for the slightest second.

"I used to go off on them a thousand times a day." Charlie said, taking Freddie out of his woman trance. "These meetings helped my relationship with my mother in law and my father and law. We share everything with each other now. Very scarcely do we argue; being closer to her parents helped me become closer to her and a better father and husband."

Freddie looked at the girl again as he and the rest of the small group clapped.

Charlie sat down, letting out a 'Thank you'.

"Way to go," Freddie shouted, feeling bolder than ever.

"In fact," Charlie stood up again. "I just took my filming company public. My in-laws are helping me run it."

Freddie's eyes popped open at this. This guy could make him a better movie director than ever. He looked experienced too.

The man continued. "Who would have ever thought I'd be a multi-millionaire?"

The guy sat down, nodding as everyone clapped for him again.

"Charlie shows us what's possible if we learn to get along with our in-laws." Another guy, the head of this program, said.

Freddie nodded, clapping some more.

"I knew you two would hit it off," Carly claimed, tying the back of Sam's dress for her.

"Who?"

"You and Freddie."

Sam frowned. "How?"

"You two always picked on each other for that short while he was there and when he left, I saw how disappointed you were."

"Pfft, me? Disappointed?" Sam laughed. "Never."

Carly gave her an 'oh really' look and Sam nodded.

"How is he with his mother?" Oscar asked. "That should tell you what he'll be like with you."

Sam scoffed. "He's terrible with them."

"Well, what about with your parents?" Carly asked.

Sam sighed. "Strangely enough, he's finding his way to like them."

Carly smiled. "See, he must really love you."

Sam looked down at the veil in her hand and placed it atop her head.

"How is he with the horizontal hokey pokey?" Oscar asked, and Carly laughed as Sam blushed.

"You guys…" she said, still smiling.

"Yeah, Oscar, so rude," Carly giggled. "But can we talk about his body?"

"Seriously, he has ab muscles I never knew existed." Sam let out, and then covered her mouth.

"Oh my god; you're blushing." Oscar said.

"No I'm not." Sam said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yes you are!" Carly looked over at her and smiled. "I'm not sure I've ever seen you blush before."

"Aw," Oscar smiled. "Cute."

"Charlie!" Freddie ran over to Charlie after their in-law meeting let out. "Hey."

"Hey," Charlie said, turning around to shake Freddie's hand.

"Hi," he said. "I spoke a little earlier."

Charlie laughed. "I remember you."

"Yeah, um, listen, your story…saved my life tonight."

The guy smiled.

"Yeah, and I was wondering—"

"If I could be your sponsor? Sure." Charlie said, about to walk away.

"Actually if you could come to my wedding."

The guy gave him a confused look. "But we just met."

"I know…I know." Freddie said. "I would just really like it if you came and we could discuss some things. I'm a movie director myself and I thought you could teach me some more things. If you could just write down your name and address, I'd love to send you an invitation."

The man shrugged, digging around in his pocket until he fetched a pen and paper. "Sure."

He wrote a few things day and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Freddie said.

"You're welcome." With that, Charlie walked away, and Freddie was about to follow him, until he heard a voice behind him.

He turned around.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhearing…" It was the girl from earlier. "You're not really getting married, are you?"

Freddie didn't know what to say. "I, uh, yeah, I am."

The girl nodded. "Too bad."

She walked away and out the door. Freddie popped out and rushed to her side.

"But not for another week." He added. The girl stopped and turned around, grinning at him.

"I know we're supposed to be learning to get along with our in-laws but everyone could use a little break from that."

"What do you have in mind?"

The girl shrugged. "Buy a girl a drink?"

"Maybe just…one." He followed her out the door.

"You look fantastic," Carly told her as she walked out of the dressing room with another dress on.

The dress was strapless, white, and simple, but elegant—just like Sam wanted it. Small diamonds set in a beautiful arrangement across the back, showing off just how beautiful the train of the dress happened to be. A lilac tie wrapped around the stomach part of the dress—the part that separates the chest from the abdomen.

Sam looked to Oscar for his approval and he nodded, looking as though he wanted to cry.

"Freddie's gonna love it," Carly said, smiling. "You look breathtaking."

She smiled. "I hope so."

"Here's my stop," The girl said, turning around to face Freddie, who had walked the girl home.

He laughed. "Be careful getting off."

"That'll be up to you." Her accent flowed in such a way that Freddie really loved.

The girl leant up, kissing Freddie's lips.

For a second, he had no idea what he was doing, so he kissed back. The girl pulled away, smiling at him, as they walked into her apartment complex building.

"Well, Mr. I hate my fiancé's mom, how much risk are you willing to take?"

The elevator bell dinged and Freddie stared at the girl. With some hesitation, he followed her into the elevator.

AN-MY LONGEST CHAPTER EVER! A lot happened! Review for more chapters like this! I decided to post another chapter to this story because, and hold back your sobs, it ends in a few chapters. No, not because I choose to, but because, literally, from where I have stopped, there's about thirty minutes of the movie left.

Anyway, review!

Thanks!

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