Definitely not a chapter I like. It's mostly a filler. But Principal Franklin offered to buy the ring so I had to make this chapter, though I don't like it. Hope it's not boring. The below thing Principal F. says about "sixth grade" is actually a comment by Dan Schnieder.

Freddie's POV

I strolled up to Principal Franklin. He was in a sepia trench coat, with a T-shirt and jeans underneath. I'd only ever saw him in suits, so the casual attire surprised me at first. But teachers are human too...with the exception of Mr. Howard and Miss Briggs.

He was staring at the jillions of rings in their precious cases. He didn't notice me at first, so I placidly looked at the rings too. There were many different kinds: extravagant gold ones with dozens of details, plain ones with small or no diamonds, pearl ones, ones with several jewels, and the list goes on endlessly. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn't picture any on Sam's third left finger.

"Oh, Freddie, I didn't see you there!" Principal Franklin said suddenly. He gave me a smile, to which I returned with my own. "Shall we go in?" I nodded and we entered the jewelry shop.

Inside women were walking about, peering at the beautiful pieces of jewelry. Men walked around too, no doubt in the same fix I was—only they liked it.

I moved with Franklin to different glass cases. I thought every ring was prettily decorated but they were too expensive—and not Sam-ish. I wanted to buy a ring that spoke "Sam"; something she'd like, and would actually be able to be pictured on her.

"See anything she'll like?" Principal Franklin said. I shook my head, a defeated look passing over both our faces. I never realized how hard it was to pick a ring for someone. I'm starting to think I should stay single…

"Hello, gentlemen!" said a perky voice, "May I help you?" We turned to see a brunette saleswoman with curled hair and gapped teeth. As she smiled at us I was reminded of another with gapped teeth, and I got mad all over again.

"Yes," Principal Franklin said, putting a hand on my shoulder, "this young man here is trying to find a ring to propose with." I smiled forcefully and she merrily looked down at me.

"Oh, super!" she said, "Now then, what is your girlfriend like? Maybe that'll help you pick a ring." Surprisingly, this idea made sense. I needed to find a ring that matched Sam's personality, which was crazy. I didn't need to take this into consideration (it was a fake marriage) but I wanted to give Sam a ring she'd like; particularly because Principal Franklin would be wasting his money on it.

"Well, my…girlfriend…" I said, (it felt weird saying the word), "She's…crazy. And she's carnivorous, mean, rude, delinquent-like…oh, and she's been in juvie a few times." The lady looked at me weirdly, probably wondering why I'd want to marry a girl with that description. At first I thought she'd run off screaming or call the police.

"Um, okay…" she said, looking agitated, "I'll…see if we have anything similar to…that." She then walked off to the backroom of the store to search for rings that'd fit Sam.

I heard a deep bellow of a chuckle, and turned to see Principal Franklin laughing heartily. I scrunched my brow in confusion; why in the world was he chortling?

"What is it, sir?" I asked. He stopped chuckling—but he still had a smile—and looked down upon me.

"Freddie, this just reminds me so very much of my wife and I." he said, "She was much like Sam, as I was much like you." I became instantly interested in this; the fact he married a Sam Puckett as a Freddie Benson intrigued me. I would never wed Sam for real and I wondered why any guy like me would.

He leaned on the wall and crossed his arms, his eyes looking upward as he recalled his memories. I copied his position. He shook his head and laughed again before he spoke.

"Melissa was her name—or is her name should I say." he said, "We hated each other with a passion. She was a rough and rowdy tomboy whilst I was content being a dork, so to speak. She picked on me constantly, saying I was a huge dweeb, and she even gave nicknames—Teddork, Tedweird, Teducation…endless list.

"One day we were alone. We got to talking and she admitted something very interesting: the reason she pranked me and such was because she loved me. It was a crush she had forever. Truth be told, I felt the same towards her. The reason neither of us revealed it was because we had hated one another ever sixth grade. It was like a game we played that we were afraid to stop playing. But I am glad we stopped." He sighed happily again. I soaked in all his words disbelievingly.

Sam and I knew each other since sixth grade, and we hated each other from then on. The way we treated each other was exactly as he described it: a game. She insulted me, I rolled my eyes, she got mad, I backed away in fear, and then she'd insult me again—a never-ending circle of a game. But she didn't like me nor did I like her. And we weren't afraid to stop playing, because it wasn't a game.

Principal Franklin took his back away from the wall and uncrossed his arms. He grinned again and put a paternal arm round my shoulders.

"Suppose they're right," he said, "True love always springs from true hate." I nodded, putting a fake smile on. Just because he was a Freddie who married a Sam didn't mean Sam and I were right together. Just a coincidence. Nothing more than that, because I loved Carly, not Sam. And that's how it'd always be, until now and…

Maybe forever.

The saleswoman appeared in sight carrying a velvet box. It was a deep purple color and had gold edges around it. The box in and of itself was probably worth a bundle.

"Now then, does this ring seem suitable?" she asked, popping open the box. The sun glinted off the silver of the ring, making it shiny in the semi-dark shop. I stared at the gleaming silvery ring in awe. Unlike every other ring in the jewelry store, I could clearly see this ring on Sam's left hand. My mouth turned upwards into a smile.

"It's perfect." I whispered, "I'll take it." She gave me her sprightly smile and said "Alright then, sir, we'll get it all set if you'll come over here to the counter…" Principal Franklin and I walked behind the lady as she went behind the counter. She told us the ring cost a whopping one-thousand five-hundred bucks. My jaw dropped and I looked to Principal Franklin apologetically; his face looked shocked but he went into his wallet to retrieve the money anyhow. He handed the bills over to the woman, who readily took them and placed them in the cash register. After that she handed over the ring and I took it gently as though it were a child.

"Go on now, Freddie." said Principal Franklin, patting my back. I shoved the ring in my pocket and nodded whilst zealously running to my car.

"I will, sir!" I cried, pushing out of the doors and to my car in a journey for Sam.