Hey guys, thanks for the kind reviews even though it wasn't much. I still appreciate it. This is the second to last chapter so I decided to add little something something that this story has been lacking for a while. No relationship is worth it. There is conflict and arguments and there is definitely going to be some conflict here.

Enjoy.

I was in the living room, ironing the suit I was going to wear to Spencer's wedding. Time was going too fast for my liking lately. We were one day away from Spencer's wedding and not long after that, me and Sam would be leaving Seattle to start our new lives together. It hasn't hit me yet but I was also so stressed out. The packing process was tiring and stressful on its own but we had so much to do before leaving. I had to deal with a stressed out Spencer, rehearsals, helping the wedding planner, and getting other stuff sorted out before the big move.

I was like a girl during her time of the month. Anything and everything was getting on my nerves. I couldn't even have the TV on because it just made me anxious. Also, the fact that Sam has been nothing but lazy lately made me even more angry. I was working hard to get everything to work out smoothly and in our favor but she didn't do anything. I had such an amazing time with Sam at Six Flags but after that, she kind of stopped doing anything around the house. She wasn't done packing. If anything, her room was messier. I wanted to scream but I held myself back because it wasn't her fault. I was just so stressed that it could have been a pigeon who was getting yelled at by me because of it.

The shirt was done and it was time to iron the pants. My mom wanted everyone to look perfect for the wedding. She was always a sap when it comes to weddings. Maybe it was her old fashioned ways but she always got teary eyed when watching romantic movies that involved weddings. I didn't blame her for wanting us to look our best.

When I was done, I noticed that Sam was laying on the couch with her guitar on her stomach and a notebook on her lap with a pencil on it. She started strumming her guitar, experimenting a few times before she wrote something something down. She was also muttering a few things to herself. She was writing a song. As much as I wanted to just sit next to her and watch her do something she cares so much about, I had to iron more clothes.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Hm?" she said, not really paying attention to me.

"Are you going to iron your dress?" I asked, wanting her to do something other than write songs all day. Don't get me wrong, I love when she gets lost on her songwriting. Her eyes become so focused and she just looks so beautiful when she is int he zone, but all this stress was making even the most beautiful things irritating.

"I'll do it later," she said and sat up. She placed her guitar down carefully and closed her notebook. I watched her as she went to the kitchen to get a snack and then lay back down on the couch.

"Um... Sam? You know, we still have other thing we need to pack. We're leaving soon. We don't want to stress at the last minute," I suggested.

"It's okay, Freddie. I got this..."

I tried to shrug it off and focus on ironing my mom's dress. She was busy with work and she didn't have time to fix her dress. The ironing, however did not distract me. Everything was annoying me. Everything was happening so fast. I just wanted more time to get all the wedding preparations ready and everything packed. I didn't want to leave anything behind like my letters of recommendation, my transcripts, the keys to the new apartment which were mailed to us not so long ago, and so much more.

Sam turned on the tv and just the low volume was enough to make me explode. She flipped the channels so often and I could hear her chew her food so loudly. Even her laugh, which I laugh so much, annoyed the crap out of me and I wasn't having it anymore.

"SAM! STOP IT" I yelled.

She jumped because I startled her and she stood up to look at me.

"What the hell Freddie?"

"Look around you Sam," I said pointing at all the boxes around us. "We leave in just a few days. The wedding is TOMORROW and you haven't done anything, your room is a mess, and you are not done packing. You haven't even fixed your dress. Will you please stop being lazy and DO SOMETHING!"

Before I realized what I had done, I noticed how Sam's chest was moving up and down from the heavy breathing. I must have looked like a madman. I was just so stressed and I needed to let my anger out somehow. She winced and she went from surprised to downright angry at me.

"Sam, I..." she didn't let me explain. She stormed out of the living and I heard the loud bang of her slamming the door to her room shut.

What did I just do?

I was so angry at myself. The one person who accepted me and loved me for me was hurt because of me. All she ever did was help toughen me up, she pushed me to face my fears, and most importantly, she was always there for me when I needed someone to be there for me. I wanted to bang my head against the wall until I was unconscious. Everything was going so well, so perfect and I screwed it all up.

I got out of bed feeling miserable. I barely slept. It was just stress after stress but forget all that. Sam refused to talk to me after I snapped at her and I didn't blame her. I hated myself too but that last thing I wanted was for her to change her mind about me and leave at me right before the big move. I needed her in my life more than anything but what was I to do? I have never yelled at a female like that. I was completely clueless.

I tried to forget about it for a moment as I showered and got ready but my thoughts always lead to Sam. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I just wanted to throw a rock at my reflection. I couldn't even stand to look at myself. That's how much I regretted snapping at Sam. I was wearing a very expensive tux in a very nice color. My hair was slicked back just like my mom wanted. I must admit, I didn't look too bad but none of it mattered.

There was a knock on the door and for a moment, I smiled thinking that it might have been Sam to tell me that she wasn't mad at me but it was just my mom.

"Ohhh... honey you look so handsome," she squealed in joy and pulled me in for a hug.

"Thanks mom. I styled my hair just how you wanted me to."

"I know and it looks amazing. Breakfast is ready. Don't be late."

"I won't mom. Just give me a few minutes."

"Okay, sweetie but first, I need to ask you something."

Oh no, she was going to ask me about me and Sam.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to act like I didn't know what she was going to tell me.

"What happened between you and Sam?" You guys are usually always so cuddly and last night, you two didn't even speak to each other. Did you two fight?"

I sighed and sat on the toilet seat, my face buried in my hands.

"Mom, I yelled at Sam. I was so stressed that I took it all out on her and now she doesn't want to talk me."

"Oh Freddie bear..." I felt her hand rubbing my back, trying to comfort me. "I know there is a lot on your plate right now but you can't have a breakdown every time you are feeling stressed. Once you are on your own, you're going to have to pay your own bills, clean the entire apartment, cook, work, study, and trust me when I say that it will be overwhelming but that's what it's like to be an adult living on your own. You and I both know that Sam doesn't really like showing weakness and it takes time for her to budge so just give her some time to recover, okay?"

"Okay, mom. Thanks," I said, giving her a half smile. I stood up and gave her a quick hug.

"Anytime, sweetie. Now go to the table and eat your breakfast. We have a long day ahead of us."

Breakfast was incredibly awkward. My mom wanted me to give Sam some time to let the anger subside but Sam wasn't having it. She still didn't want to talk to me even after I greeted her with a good morning. I also tried to give her a hug but she stood still and didn't return it. As we ate, my mom tried to make small talk to let the awkward on the table go away but it was no use. Sam didn't even look at me.

Both my mom and I were dressed and ready to go but Sam was still in her pajamas. However, her hair and make up were done so I wasn't that bothered but I still felt like she wasn't wearing her dress on purpose to bother me. It turned out that she really wasn't trying to get on my nerves because after breakfast, she excused herself and told my mom that she was going to finish getting ready at Carly's house.

After breakfast, I got in the car with my om and we drove to the church. The place was filling up quickly. Shane, Spencer, and I along with the rest of the guys were in a room separate from all the females.

"Oh god, I can't remember the last time I was this nervous," said Spencer as he paced back and forth.

"Calm down, man. You're making me dizzy," Shane said.

"You guys don't get it. After today, I will officially be a married man. You guys know me. I've never really been committed to anything other than art. This is huge for me. What if I screw up? What if I can't handle this and I end up pushing her away?"

"Calm down Spencer." I grabbed him by the shoulders to stop him from moving. "Vanessa loves you, okay? No relationship is perfect. There will be some tough times but no way would she leave you. She's crazy about you."

"And I'm crazy about her too. I just can't help these things. Out of everyone she could have gone out with, she chose me. She's perfect and I'm me. I'm clueless, childish, and I always seem to set everything on fire... literally!"

I couldn't help but laugh at his little freak out. Spencer was a lucky man, no doubt about that. We sat him down on a chair and made fans out of paper to fan him and cool him off despite how cold the room was. He was sweating and the last thing he wanted was to kiss his bride with sweat running down his face. All too soon, it was time for the ceremony to start. We all walked out and got in place as we waited for the bride to arrive.

The traditional wedding song came on and everyone in their seats turn around to watch. The flower girl was Vanessa's cute little niece. She had a crown made of flowers around her head. I smiled at how cute and innocent she looked and then I looked up and I could feel my heart pounding hard against my chest. I could have sworn others heard it a mile away. Vanessa looked beautiful in her wedding gown and her how happy she looked, holding on to her dad's arm. But I wasn't focused on Vanessa. That was all Spencer. The beating of my heart kept accelerating and my face was warming. I couldn't believe how beautiful and angelic Sam looked in her bridesmaid dress. Sure, Carly and Wendy were wearing the exact same thing but it looked so much better on Sam. I remember Sam telling me that Vanessa didn't want her bridesmaids to wear ugly dresses just so she could one up them when it come to looks. She wanted them to look gorgeous too and man, did Sam look gorgeous.

She was wearing a very light pink dress that was a bit shorter than her prom dress. She was showing a lot more thigh than I was used to and it was tight. The dress hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was straight from the top and wavy from the bottom, her bangs framed her face perfectly. Her make up was amazing as well. She looked natural with little hints of peach blush and light pink lip gloss. I just wanted to to run up to her and kiss those lips, to taste that lip gloss and finally figure out whether it was strawberry or bubble gum.

For a moment, and I know it may sound silly, I actually felt like I was the one who was getting married. Like I was the groom, feeling completely blown away at my soon to be wife's beauty. Then it hit me, I always wanted to be with Sam for the rest of my life but marriage was something that I didn't think much of, mainly because we were barely entering adulthood. Sam had barely turned 18 and I was still 17. We were so young so the thought never crossed my mind. But I began to imagine what life with Sam would be like if we were married.

She'd be wearing a really long white dress with thin straps. Her hair would be up in a ponytail but her bangs would still cover her forehead perfectly. Spencer would be the one walking her down the aisle, giving her away because he was the closest thing to a father since the death of hers. I'd kiss her like I have never kissed her before in front of everyone to let them know that I was the luckiest man in the world.

Then I'd carry her bridal style to our incredibly fancy and luxurious hotel room where we would spend our first night as a married couple together and although we had done it before, it would be just as amazing and heartfelt as the first time, full love and sincerity.

I must have dozed because when I snapped back to reality, Sam glared at me quickly and then looked down. I must have made her uncomfortable because then I realized that I was staring at her the whole time as I pictured the day and night of our wedding together.

I didn't deserve her. She was so cool and street smart. There were tons of guys out there better for her and yet, she stayed with me. The talk I had with Spencer earlier before the ceremony started began to make so much more sense to me. I was so afraid that Sam was going to leave me for snapping her the way I did but we have been through so much together for it end like that. She reminded me every day that she was in love with me. Her kisses always left my lips tingling even after all these months. Every day she reminded me that I was completely in love her too. All she had to do was smile and I was in love all over again. No one has ever made me feel that way and I wasn't going to let my foolishness tear us apart. I was going to give her time but I also needed to let her know that me snapping at her was not her fault. It was my stupid fault for letting everything get to me. She needed to be reminded that I wasn't going anywhere and I wasn't going to let her give up on me so easily.

After Spencer and Vanessa said their "I do's" everyone clapped and I noticed that a lot of people were crying. Carly was crying her eyes out as Wendy and Sam tried to comfort her. Now I understood why girls found weddings so beautiful and emotional. The day Sam and I get married, it's going to be a crazy emotional day.

Everyone stepped out of the church and everyone who was part of the wedding got on a limo and we headed to the park to take some pictures for the photo album. Sam still wasn't talking to me and I could tell she was trying to avoid me. Despite the beautiful day and everyone's faces full of smiles, it was obvious that she wasn't in the greatest mood. Her smile was forced when we took pictures and when she wasn't the one posing in front of the camera, she sat by the big water fountain. I wondered what she was thinking of, if she was thinking of me the way I was thinking of her. It was so hard to not run up to her hold her in my arms but my mom's voice kept haunting me. I had to give her more time. But not too much time.

Everything was going get cleared at the reception.

The reception was being held at the Bushwell Plaza. Right by the lobby was a big dining room that was designed for special events such as sweet 16s or weddings. It was a lot less expensive for people who actually lived in Bushwell. I spent the entire day giving Sam time to recover and it was time to talk to her.

Everyone was busy either dancing on the dance floor or eating. Sam, of course, was eating. She had a big plate of marshmallows and strawberries covered in chocolate from the chocolate fountain. I think she even managed to sneak some bacon in and covered it in chocolate as well. Her hand was under her chin, supporting her head. She was eating marshmallow after marshmallow.

Okay, this was it. I had to get her to listen to me. She was sitting all by herself. Carly and Wendy were on the dance floor. Wendy was dancing with some guy I have never seen in my life and Carly was dancing with Shane. Of course, they had to keep it PG because Spencer was watching them.

With my hands in my pockets, I walked over to Sam who didn't notice that I was walking towards her because she was so focused on the comfort food. I pulled out a chair and sat next to her. The music was kind of loud so I placed my hand on her shoulder to get her attention but she instantly pulled back.

"Can we talk please?" I said loudly.

"About what?" Good. She was talking to me. That's a start.

"About us and about what happened yesterday. I need you to listen to me, please. I'm begging you," I said as I inched closer to her ear so she could listen to me. She hesitated but she knew it as well as me that we couldn't avoid it.

She nodded and I lead her out of the big dining room. The closest place that had any kind of privacy was the bathroom right next to the room. It wasn't a small bathroom but it wasn't huge. It was designed for only one person to use but there was a small waiting area too. What I liked was that the bathroom was very clean. It wasn't dirty like most public restrooms. We walked to the waiting area and Sam stood in front of her with her arms crossed.

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked.

"What do you think?" she responded sarcastically.

"Sam, I want you to know that everything I said to you last night were things I didn't mean. You have to believe me."

"Really? Because you were very specific, Freddie." She rolled her eyes.

"Agh, I was just so stressed. Do you know scared I am right now? We have so much going on right now and so little time. I kind of just exploded. I could have gone off on my mom or Carly but unfortunately, it was you and I regret it from the bottom of my heart."

"What do you mean?" she asked as she uncrossed her arms. "What are you scared of?"

"I am so overwhelmed with the fact that we are going to be living on our own in a few days. We're not going to depend on my mom to clean or to cook meals for us. It's going to be just us. I was stressed over college and I don't know, every little thing was annoying me. I was ready to blow. Me being stressed out has nothing to do with the fact that you were just hanging around. I just felt like I had so much to do and so little time. Please forgive me Sam. I didn't mean to snap at you. Please don't leave me over mt stupidity." I was practically begging her but I needed her to know that everything I said was completely true.

"Wait, what?" She looked confused. "You thought I was going to leave you?"

I nodded.

"Freddie, I am pissed as hell for what you did but what makes you think that I would just leave you like that?"

"I don't know... I thought that because you didn't talk me all day yesterday and all day today that you were done with me."

"You're crazy, Freddie. Yes, what you said kind of struck a nerve but there is no way in hell that I'm leaving you."

"Really?" I smiled. "You still love me after what I said?"

"How stupid are you Freddie?" I felt her hand go to face. "I love you so much that leaving you is just not an option. Just... talk to me okay? Don't snap at me. I'm not good with confrontation..."

"I promise baby," I said and I pulled her to me, giving her the most intense kiss I could ever give her. Our bodies collided and I placed one of my hands on her hip while the other one was on the back of her head to keep her from pulling away.

I couldn't control myself. Those 24 hours that we spent not talking to each other, not being able to hold and kiss each other were enough to drive me crazy and I needed her to keep me from losing my mentality. I pushed her back gently until her back hit wall then my hands proceeded to sliding up and down from her waist to her hips over and over again.

Our lips never separated. They were deprived from each other for so many hours that I couldn't bring myself to pull away no matter how much I needed to breath. I needed to feel her lips on mine. I was starting to feel a little dizzy so I pulled away and I immediately began to kiss her neck but I was gentle as I could because the last thing I wanted was for her to walk around with love bites all over. Her hands were gripping my shoulders as I continued to kiss all over her neck.

When I finally caught my breath, I didn't hesitate to attack her lips again. Her lips parted immediately and out tongues met. I wanted to taste every inch of he rmouth, to wipe all that lip gloss from her pink lips. The sweet taste of strawberry coated my mouth, making the kiss that much more enjoyable. As we continued to kiss, I felt her leg rub against mine until it was wrapped around my leg. I took that as an opportunity to place my hand on her thigh and slide it upward a little. The shortness of her dress gave me perfect access to her thighs. Before I knew it, both of my hands were on her thighs and I pulled her legs upward until they were wrapped around my waist. Her arms were tight around my neck as we continued to kiss like there was no tomorrow.

Then I remembered that the small waiting area had a couch so I quickly made my way there and I laid Sam down. I pulled my lips from her for a little while to look at her closely. Her lips were swollen and they looked like they were going to have a bruise in just a few minutes. Her beautiful blue eyes were half open and her breathing was very heavy.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered to her then I lowered myself down until my body was pressed against hers. He legs went back to being wrapped around my waist and my hands went back to her thighs.

Sam and I were never like this. Every time we made love, it was soft, sincere, and full of romance. There was none of that kinkiness that you see on most television shows. This was so new to us but it felt right. I felt like I knew what I was doing because she loved everything that I was doing to her and I love everything that she was doing to me. Her hands caressing my cheeks then going through my hair. I moaned every time I felt her back arch as if we couldn't get any closer to each other.

This was the first time Sam and I have ever done anything in a public place. Yes, technically we were still home and the door was locked but every time we did it, it was always in a private place like our first time which was at Sam's place, then the hotel room after prom, and when we would sneak into my room but nothing like this. Maybe that was the reason why were so aggressive with each other or maybe it had to do with the fact that I was so busy and stressed and not being able to spend any time with Sam because she was so mad at me.

I pulled away to watch her as she tried to unzip my jeans. My eyes never leaving hers. When she succeeded, I lowered my face towards her.

"I love you so much, Sam," I whispered in her ear as I captured her lips once again.

We walked out of the bathroom hand in hand with a big smile on my face. Sam nudged me a little, not wanting to give away the fact that we had sex in the waiting room of a public restroom but I was just happy that I was able to hold her hand again, to hold her close to me, and to possibly have a dance with her before the reception was over. Lucky for us, everyone was gathered around the cake as Spencer and Vanessa cut the first slice.

I grabbed a few slices for me and Sam and we sat down to eat it. When we were done, the DJ began to play slower songs. This was the perfect opportunity to ask Sam to dance with me. I stood up and extended my arm towards her.

"Sam, will you dance with me?" I asked her softly but loud enough for her to hear me.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me for a moment she before she took my hand and lead me to the dance floor. Her eyes never left mine on our way there. When we reached an empty spot on, her arms immediately went around my neck and I placed mine firmly on her waist, puling her gently towards me until our bodies made contact. Our eyes were still locked and I smiled at her. Her beauty never failed to take my breath away. I remembered when we were barely getting to know each other and I felt very hesitant to admit that she was cute, let alone beautiful because of the differences in our personalities. But now, I never hesitated to remind her everyday that her beauty is mesmerizing and that to me, she was more beautiful with each passing day.

We broke eye contact when I noticed that she lowered her head so that it was resting on the crook of my neck. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that her eyes were closed as if she was savoring the moment. It must have been hard for Sam too, to stay away from me and not talk to me like it was for me too. It was such a struggle for me to not speak to her but I'm glad that I gave her the time she needed. If I was forceful, it would result in me only pushing her further away and she wouldn't be in my arms again. I lowered my head and closed my eyes too as we swayed to the beat of the song.

"Sam?" I whispered in her ear, my eyes still close. "Do you picture yourself ever marrying me?"

I felt the need to ask her because of that vivid daydream I had during the wedding ceremony.

She lifted her head so that she was looking at me.

"Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering, trying to visualize what our wedding day would be like. If you were wondering why I was staring at you during the ceremony, it's because I was wondering what it would be like to be your husband. You took my breath away when you walked down the isle with Carly and Wendy that I felt like I was the groom waiting for his wife to be."

"Freddie," she said softly. "You changed a lot in me. Before any of this happened, I never even considered marriage with anything because the last guy I dated was such an asshole. I always figured that dating someone and living with them was more than enough. Commitment was never my thing. But... you came along and you changed my views on so many things..."

"What are you saying?" I asked her. I was sort of worried that she would say that she didn't want to marry sometime in the future.

"What I'm saying is that, we're still young but when we're older, I would love to call myself Sam Benson someday. Right now, let's just have fun."

I couldn't believe my ears. I pulled her closer to me, hugging her tightly. The girl of my dreams basically confirmed that she would love to marry me some day and that little moment gave me hope. It made me realize that no matter what problems we would face in the future, it was no match against the strength of our love.

We continued to dance together until the night was over.

Aw... how cute was that? Personally, this is one of my all time favorite chapters. I honestly thought that I wasn't going to be able to write a good fight but I needed to keep it a bit realistic.

I am feeling very bittersweet right now because the next chapter is the very last one. I have been working on this story for two years and I can't believe that it's coming to an end soon. The next chapter will basically be Sam and Freddie saying their goodbye's before moving to California.

So please review and let me know what you think.

Take care guys.

PS. I created a Seddie inspired playlist that consists of some of my favorite songs. I posted a link on my profile if you want to download it. While you are at it, follow me on Tumblr. MissSteffy