Hey, I know it's been a LONG time since I posted but, I promise, this one will be long, more than 2 thousand words, so before so bring out your torches and your pitch-forks, please read the story. Songs are Bubbly, by Colbie Caillat. Mention of Hot'N'Cold, by Katy Perry. Because of You, by Kelly Clarkson. The songs will be either in this chapter or the next, sorry for the mix-up! Also this will be told first in Sam's view, then Freddies, then in third person view, Then in Sam's view, then Freddie's again then one more time in Sam's! PLEASE ENJOY! I'm soooooo SORRY for not updating for like 6 months!

P. S. You'll never believe the end of this chapter. . . read on my peoples. :)

~Sam's view

I can't believe today, I'm getting married. I've had a long life in the past. In the present day, and I have a lot to come in the future. I was telling my wedding planner that the people were here. Well I asked them if they were all here. She said yes. I invited some people by face. I invited some people you think I hated, but I will mention them later. So now on with all the other stuffs.

I went over towards the mini snack table in my dressing room. I picked up a little package. with a long stick of white in it. I slowly peeled down the plastic, and I bit at the white flesh. I pulled down with my teeth. I did this several times before I bent the white stick in half and bit until it was all gone.

I peeked out from behind the door looking at people there. I saw Valerie, and also Jonah. Surprised? Yeah, I know. I also saw Spencer, ghost form. He was sitting next to the one and only Carly Shay. Yes, I invited the Shay's. I apologized to Carly about everything. I invited Gibby, too. He was here with his wife, Tasha. Yes he got married to a pretty girl. I invited Gibby, not The Stranger, no not ever him.

Me and Gibby actually got to be friends a little after high school. I'm sorry that I never mentioned that I went to his wedding. I felt something squeeze my stomach from the behind. I felt the breath of ones voice saying, "Hey you." he let me go, and I turned around, and looked at him He just smiled. I smacked him on the arm playfully. "What?" he said. "You know you're not supposed to see me before we get married, it's bad luck." I said slightly smiling

He just simply said, "How is this bad luck?" He leaned down, and kissed me passionately for about 15 seconds, then pulled away, and rested his forehead on mine, his neck bending down-ward, smiled again and said, "Cheese-Sticks?" He lifted his head up, and laced his fingers together with mine. He gave me one more kiss for about 10 seconds, and then he smiled and walked away, knowing there was going to be 1 more Benson in the family today.

I smiled as I went over to the snack table again and grabbed another cheese stick, repeating what I did earlier. But I was thinking that I din't want to get married. . . EVER after I marry Freddie. I want to stay with him forever. I was about to bite the cheese stick, but I didn't want to get the tingles away from my mouth that I get, every time I kiss Freddie. I shrugged thinking during out honeymoon, I can kiss him anywhere I want to.

~Freddies view.

I can't believe today, I'm getting married. I've had a long life in the past. In the present day, and I have a lot to come in the future. I was telling my wedding planner that the people were here. Well I asked them if they were all here. She said yes. I invited some people by face. I invited some people you think I didn't like to much, but I will mention them later. So now on with all the other stuffs.

I was talking with Gibby, telling him, that I was still sorry about "stealing" his girlfriend, when he was dating Tasha, his now to be wife. Yup, they got married. "Gib-kins! I wanna make-out!" Tasha said, more like whining, to her belove-ed "Gib-kins" boy.

Since Gibby still had gone away with Tasha, and I didn't really have anyone to talk to, so I decided to go see Sam, since I hadn't seen her earlier. Earlier I mean three days.

I walked towards the door, and opened it up to be met with loud voices of which, whom were talking about the wedding. Many people bet-ted that Sam and I would get together, so I didn't really care.

She once told me that I went from a 6th grade cutie, to a high school hottie.

I forgot were I was for a moment until I hit my head on the frame of the door, while I was thinking, so I went on with my journey to Sam's room. I walked in the door, and saw her looking over by the curtains, at the people.

I walked up behind her and put my arms around her stomach, hoping for something good to say, so she wouldn't hit me. I felt her tense up, and I just came up with something and said, "Hey you." I pulled away from her, and let her turn around. She looked gorgeous. Beautiful. Hot. But most of all, she was mine. I just smiled. She smacked me on the arm playfully. "What?" I said. "You know you're not supposed to see me before we get married, it's bad luck." she said slightly smiling

I just simply said, "How is this bad luck?" I leaned down, and kissed her passionately fore about 15 seconds, then pulled away, and rested my forehead on her's, my neck bending down-ward, smiled again and said, "Cheese-Sticks?" I lifted my head up, and laced my fingers together with her own. I gave her one more kiss for about 10 seconds, and then I smiled and walked away, knowing there was going to be 1 more Benson in the family today.

I went back to my room thinking how I could be more of a better husband. And as I left the room. I heard a cheese stick wrapper being unwrapped. I could almost here her smile, as she ate silently.

~Third person view

"Your hot n your cold your yes and your no, your in and your out, your up and your down, it's wrong and its right, it's black and it's white, you fight you break up you kiss you make up!" The ring-tone blasted from Samantha Puckett, soon to be Samantha Benson's phone. "Jello?" She answered smiling. It was her security man. "Yes, um, Samantha," she was slightly angry that he had called her Samantha instead of Sam, but she continued to listen anyway. "we have someone that's not on the guest list, but really needs to be here, he says."

She thought for a minute about who it could be. "Oh now we've got another person that says the same thing?" he continued after a minute of silence. "do you know who these people are?" "No. No. I don't." Sam knew how to speak when it came to these matters. She said, "Can you please describe the person that just arrived for me?" "Yes ma`am. But to start off they are both men. The one you requested is about "6.2, and he has shaggy blond hair. Really should be trimmed." He muttered, then continued, "He says that he is 47 years of age. He is wearing brown sneakers, a blue shirt, and a navy blue kind of shorts, or as you hip people call them, capris'." He said all explaining the man. "Should I let him in, or what?"

She thought for a few seconds, and said, "Run them both through the metal thingy, and if they have metal, check and make sure they don't have it anymore. Then after that take one picture of both of them alone, then one together. After send me them on my cell phone. Thanks, bye." She clicked end on her cell phone, and rubbed the back of her neck with both of her hands. Literally seconds later she got a text from security, looking at her phone, she slowly picked it up, looking at the picture of the first man, not knowing who it was, then looking at the second picture, she looked closely, then her mouth opened, and she dropped her phone, and a single tear ran down her cheek, just as Freddie came into the room.

Sam fell down onto the ground sitting on her legs. As Freddie looked up, and saw her tear, then her falling, he knew there was something terribly wrong.

He went over to her and he kissed her head, and rubbed her back. "What's wrong?" He asked. She let out a shaky breath, and picked up her phone, and showed him the picture with them both together. Freddies' jaw dropped, and he said, who are they. He got an immediate response, ". . . Our fathers . . .," she said, "I have to go fix my make-up, I'll be back in a minute." Freddie, though being himself, just stared intensely at the photo of his father.

~Sam's view

I went to the gate, where my father was, and as I saw him, he smiled lightly, and then rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and his eyes wondered all over the place. I was mad. I didn't even know how he knew that I was getting married, but5 I knew that I was mad. I think he could tell it to. He looked at me, and the other man was just looking around nervously. I think he was looking for Freddie. "Dad?" I said. The word felt sour in my mouth. Before he could say anything, I left, to go fix my make-up. I wiped off the smeared mascara and I put some new mascara back up there, that was waterproof. I smiled . . . , sort of. I walked back to Freddie.

He was still sitting there on the ground and he was looking at the picture on my phone. I walked over to him. I kissed hi on the cheek and I said softly, "I think your dad wants to see you." He looked at me like I had two or three heads, but he got up and gave me phone back anyway. He walked towards the gate, seeing that I wasn't following him, he walked back and took my hand and walked me there, too. I didn't really want to go back, but Freddie made me.

I just said to him, my "dad", "I don't want to talk to you, and that you can stay the hell away from me, cause god knows that I don't want to see your damn face. ANYWHERE! So go back from where you came from, and don't ever come near me again." I walked away telling the security that I didn't wan him here. Freddie's story was a whole lot different from mine. I walked back over to Freddie kissed him for a few seconds, and then I said "See you in a few." and walked back to my dressing room.

~Freddie's view

Sam came back into the room, and I was still looking at that picture of my dad, and Sam's dad. She walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek. Then she said softly, "I think your dad wants to see you." I stood up, and her phone back to her. I walked towards the front gate, and I didn't hear footsteps behind me, so I turned around, grabbed her hand and walked her out of there with her. When we got there Sam went over to her dada and said, "I don't want to talk to you, and that you can stay the hell away from me, cause god knows that I don't want to see your damn face. ANYWHERE! So go back from where you came from, and don't ever come near me again." She walked away telling the security that she didn't want him here. My story was a whole lot different from hers. She walked back over to me and kissed me for a few seconds, and then said "See you in a few." and walked back to her dressing room. I smiled, and as I walked over to my dad I said, "Dad? Is that really you? How did you get here? How did you find out that I was getting married? Where were you . . . my whole life?" My eyes were squinted, and my mouth was slightly open, after I finished talking. I rolled my eyes, and also told the security man that I didn't want that man here. Me and Sam's stories were different, because, I didn't yell at my dad. I didn't curse at him, but I didn't get my dad walked out on. I walked back to my dressing room, and I heard a song coming from Sam's room.

I soon recognize it. Bubbly by Colbie Caillat.

Will you count me in? I've been awake for awhile now. You got me feelin' like a child now. Cause every time I see your bubbly face, I get the tingles in a silly place. Its starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose, wherever it goes. I always know. That you make me smile please stay for awhile now, wherever you go. The rain is falling' on my window pane. But we are hiding in a safer place. Under covers staying dry and warm. You give me feelings that I adore. Its starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose, wherever it goes. I always know. That you make me smile please stay for awhile now, wherever you go. But what am I gonna say . . . . . when you make me feel this way. I just mm. Its starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose, wherever it goes. I always know. That you make me smile please stay for awhile now, wherever you go. Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da. Um ba do do do do do do do do do do do. Mmmhhmmm. I've been asleep for awhile now. You tucked me in just like a child now. Cause every time you hold me in your arms. I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth. It starts in my soul and I lose all control when you kiss my nose. The feelin' shows. Cause you make me smile, baby just take your time now, holding' me ti-i-ight. Wherever, wherever, wherever, you go. Wherever, wherever, wherever, you go. I'll always know. Cause you make me smile, baby just for awhile.

~Sam's view

To stop thinking about my dad, I turned on music. Bubbly by Colbie Caillat. I sang with it, because, I just wanted to get married with Freddie, and go home, so I could cuddle with him, and cry as much as I wanted to. I hated the fact that he even knew that U was getting married. Wait. . . , how did he even know that I was? I wanted to know now. I'm Sam Benson! 'You like? Yeah I know me to! ' Anyway, I'm Sam Benson-Puckett, cause I'm not married yet. And I'm gonna get what I want! I stood up, but sat right back down. I couldn't do it. What? I'm still Sam, I'm lazy, but as much as I was when I was like 13 and 14. About 15 minutes til I get married! I'm so excited, I have butterflies! Remember? I'm Sam, and I never never, get butterflies in my stomach! Hello. I laughed just thinking. I don't know why, but I had this feeling in my gut told me not to let my dad-I mean that dude in. What if he really wasn't my father? I mean seriously. What if he's some crazy dude that want's to kill me or Freddie? Or the other guy Just, what if.

'Let him in Samantha, just do it! ' 'SHUT UP WHOEVER YOU ARE! . . . in my brain. Oh great. You. I said. I rolled my eyes. 'I saw that Samantha. ' 'Okay fine! ' I said, well actually thought, to that voice in my head. 'Just dont call me "Samantha". Mmmk? ' After that I got no answer. That stupid voice person in my head brain thing. UGH! It's all so confusing. Only 6 minutes now! I held my head shaking it iratically. AHH! Freddie came walking in and he just looks at me. He looks so cute when he's confused. I smile looking at him. He walks over to me. "Are you okay Sam?" he's still confused. So cute! I laugh. "Yeah I'm fine. That stupid voice in the back of my head won't stop telling me to let that dude in, and all-" "Sam. They did a test on him. Like super fast. I know. They did a test on him he's your real father." I looked into his eyes, looking into the left then right then left then right then left again. His eyes are a beautiful color. I'm so glad I'm gonna marry him today. In. . . 3 minutes! "WOAH! Fredwardo, 3 minutes! You better go get out there!" I smiled at him, and he smiled at me. He kissed me and ran out the room. I love him so much. I redid my makeup. . . again. I ran over the security gaurd, let them both in!, ran back to my room and made sure I looked alright. It's showtime kid. My wedding planner said. My father gets changed quick. He had a tuzedo on and his hair wasn't like, messy. He smiled at me. His arm was reached out for mine. I took it, and smiled back. The music played and my dad walked me down the isle.

The people were looking at me. I smiled at Carly and Spencer. , too. I got up there, staning next to Freddie. We smiled at each other. The pastor started reading the thing I don't know what it's called. He read it and ,e and Freddie both said, "Would we be here if we didn't?" People laughed and smiled, and so did the pastor. "Now that's something we can say together." I said and smiled. So did Freddie, cause he knew what I was talking about. You may kiss the bride." The pastor said, I think his name was George-WOAH mama! Freddie's kissin me like there's nothing in the world can stop us. Like there was no next minutes the people there just aww-ed and and clapped, and smiled. Everyone knew we would always get together. I knew it to, right at the minute I saw him, but the thing that mae my special moment stop, was "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY MAN!" They crowd of people gasped, as did I and Freddie when we saw who it was.

Melanie Puckett.