AN = Happy New Year! Sorry it's late, but at least I said it, lol. Anyway, this story is similar to others I've read and I really wanted to do one too. It took literally forever! But I finished. YAY! So, please enjoy! x

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, or the song 'Speak Now' by Taylor Swift.

Marry

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil occasion. But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marryin' the wrong girl.

As I entered the church, I couldn't help but stop and look around. It was somewhere I had dreamed of getting married as a kid, even a teen. I remembered back when Freddie and I were dating, I was fantasizing about my dream wedding one evening while we were sat talking on the fire escape, he said he might just have to make that happen for me. But then I knew it would never happen when he announced his engagement to Carly.

"Hey, Sam," I heard someone hiss. I looked around, raising an eyebrow. "Sam, over here!"

I rolled my eyes as I turned around and realised who was trying to get my attention. It was Gibby. Even after eight years, I could still recognise him.

I could still recognise pretty much everyone actually. I took a peek through the big doors and looked at the all the guests. I saw a lot of people I used to go to school with, I recognised a few members of Freddie's family (mainly because he forced me to go with him to a family reunion back when we were dating), some of Carly's family members, and a few people who I had never seen before.

"Hey, Gibby," I chuckled, turning back to the mermaid-like boy. "Why'd you be like that? Couldn't you have just come up to me like a normal person?"

"Yes, but-Oh, chiz. Come quick," he grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hall, obviously not feeling the need to explain what was going on and why he sounded so rushed and anxious.

He led me into a room and swiftly closed the door behind us. I watched as the door closed and turned back around to see that it wasn't just us in the room.

"Spencer!" I smiled, giving the man-child a quick hug. I then turned to hug Brad. "Hey." Shane, Mrs Benson, Tasha and Wendy were also in the room.

"Did you get caught?" Spencer asked Gibby, ignoring my happy greeting.

"No, I don't think so," Gibby said, shaking his head.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Carly thought it was necessary to hire bodyguards," Mrs Benson explained. "And we have to make sure you stay hidden until you object."

"Object?" I asked.

Okay, I was beyond confused. I received the wedding invite from Carly! Why would she hire bodyguards if she wanted me to be there? And why on earth would I object to this marriage? Freddie had loved Carly for as long as I could remember, why would I ruin that for them?

"Yes," Brad said softly in an attempt to calm me down since I was getting awfully flustered. "Sam, you're the only one who can do this."

"But why would I ruin this for them?"

"Because you still love Freddie!" Wendy blurted out.

My eyes widened. "How do you know that?!"

"We all know that," Shane pointed out, sighing. "Why do you think we're all here?"

"Oh, I dunno, to see your friends' wedding?" I said matter-of-factly. I turned to Mrs Benson. "And if that was true, why would you be here? You hated me and Freddie dating."

"I know I did," she sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? But I approve of you and my little boy more than her and my little boy."

"Thank you," I smiled. "That means a lot to me." She smiled back and patted me once on the shoulder.

"You can do it," she whispered encouragingly.

I sneak in and see your friends, and her snotty little family, all dressed in pastel. And she is yelling at a bridesmaid, somewhere back inside a room, wearing a gown shaped like a pastry. This is surely not what you thought it would be.

"Who's that yelling?" I frowned, looking at the wall beside me. Everything in the room was practically shaking and we could all hear yelling coming from the room next door.

"Carly, probably," Spencer said, swallowing hard.

I shook my head and turned back to everyone. "So what exactly am I supposed to say? What do I do?"

"That's down to you, Sam," Wendy told me.

I groaned. "That requires effort." I seriously hadn't changed at all since high school.

"Do you want to be with Freddie or not?"

"Fine," I said, my expression softening. "It's for Freddie after all."

I began to run lines in my head. I had to say something along the lines of 'I've always loved Freddie'. But my past thoughts intruded into my brain.

"But why would Carly hire bodyguards if she was the one who invited me?" I questioned, snapping out of my thoughts.

"Ah, about that..." Tasha said, looking anywhere but at me.

"You see..." Spencer paused, nudging Gibby on the side for him to continue.

"We were the ones who sent you that wedding invite," Brad admitted, rolling his eyes at everyone else' attempt of trying to keep that information from me.

"Dang, you guys really did want me here, didn't you?" I said, fanning myself with my hand. I was getting all hot and flustered again. "I still don't know what to say though..."

Suddenly, startling me completely, a loud bell rang throughout the church. The others got up and headed for the door.

"Sorry, Sam," Spencer apologised, opening the door and leaving me in the middle of the room confused. "That means the wedding is about to start. Come on, we better get you somewhere else before we're all caught."

I followed them all and they led me into another room, which I was sure was behind the curtains from the altar. We all exchanged goodbyes and good lucks before they left me alone.

I couldn't concentrate properly. I had arrived at the wedding, thinking I was actually wanted there by the bride and groom, but obviously not. Everything about today had changed within, like, ten minutes.

I lose myself in a daydream, where I stand and say, "Don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door. Don't wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said, speak now."

If I said what I actually wanted to say, I'd probably get severely hurt by those pesky bodyguards. And I couldn't just admit my undying love to Freddie in front of everyone! That would be so embarrassing. But as I said before, it was for Freddie. This was all for Freddie... and well, kind of for me too.

What would Carly's reaction be if she saw me there? What would she do to me? How would Freddie react? Would he tell the preacher to carry on the ceremony and ignore me? What was going to happen after this? I had already lost both my best friends!

Fond gestures are exchanged, and the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march. And I am hiding in the curtains. It seems I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be, she floats down the aisle like a pageant queen. But I know you wish it was me, you wish it was me, don't you?

I peaked my head out of the curtains and just in time really because the organ had just begun to play. It didn't sound like a wedding song though, it sounded much like a death march at a funeral.

And that was when Carly began walking down the aisle. She looked stunning, no wonder Freddie wanted to marry her. Even though her wedding gown looked kind of like a pasty. And I wondered why her walk was so familiar; it just so happened to be the same walk I would have done during a pageant when I was younger.

Freddie did wish it was me he was marrying, right?

If the others thought I was going to interrupt the wedding from back here, they had another thing coming. I could see bodyguards stood at the back of the church and I knew I was safe to go back to the main doors. I ran all the way around the church and to the doors the bride had just walked through, hearing the preacher's speech echoing down the halls.

I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace," There's a silence, there's my last chance. I stand up with shaking hands. All eyes on me, horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I'm only lookin' at you...

"Speak now or forever hold your peace," the preacher announced. I heard him as clear as day since the whole place went dead silent.
Shaking and absolutely terrified, I pushed open the doors with such force that I was guaranteed there were going to fall off their hinges.
"I object," I yelled, the terror in my voice echoing.

Horrified looks from practically everyone was throwing me off slightly, but I had to stay brave. I looked over at Spencer and Gibby, who gave me encouraging nods.

I stormed down the aisle. "You can't marry her, Freddie!"

"And why would that be?" the preacher asked me.

"Because-Because I still love him!" The room was filled with loud gasps and a few cheers. "And-And her love for him doesn't even compare to how much I love him!"

"Sam," Freddie sighed, stepping down from the altar and towards me. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm getting you back," I shrugged, my face softening. "I, uh, thought that was kind of obvious."

"You want me back?" he asked. "And you thought this was the right time to do it?"

"Yeah, well, I couldn't really have a chance of getting you back after today, could I? Plus, you wouldn't be able to buy me food if I came after today."

"And why would that be?"

"Because you'd be literally bankrupt after your divorce," I said exasperatedly. "Look, I get if you wanna marry Carly. I mean, she's funny, smart, beautiful, normal. All the things I'm not-"

"Never say that," Freddie said firmly, his tone sorta scaring me. "You are all those things?"

"Even normal?" I questioned. "I thought we got that straight nine years ago in an elevator. I'm not normal, Freddie, and that was the whole reason we broke up."

"Yeah, but then we got back together," Freddie pointed out. "I wouldn't care whether you were normal or not. And I sorta miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain."

"You do know that's from a song, right?" I laughed.

He chuckled. "Yep, and so was what you told me years ago. You told me forever and always."

"I sorta remember that."

"Well," he said, turning to look at Carly then back at me. "What are we gonna do about this?"

"Isn't it obvious!?" Carly snapped, storming towards us. "Freddie's marrying me! He proposed to me and he loves me! We didn't even invite you, Sam Puckett!" she spat.

"We sorta did," Freddie said, shocking us all.

"Wait, no, I thought you guys invited me," I said, turning around to look at Mrs Benson, Shane, Brad, Wendy, Tasha, Gibby and Spencer.

"And who do you think told them to invite you?" Freddie smirked.

"You got me here?"

"And you used me?!" Carly screamed, slapping Freddie hard in the chest before rushing out of the church doors. "I'm going! Well done, Sam Puckett! You've ruined my life once again!"

Freddie winced from the pain. "So what do we do now?"

"This may be a crazy idea," Spencer said, standing up and joining us. "But I'm full of crazy ideas. And, um, why don't you two get married?"

"You what now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "I haven't seen him in, like, eight years!"

"Seven years, five months and twenty-one days, actually," Freddie corrected.

"You nub," I insulted him playfully, rolling my eyes.

"You two are perfect together," Brad stated, also standing up. "Spencer's idea might seem crazy, but you two really should get married."

Freddie took hold of my hands. "Princess Puckett? Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

I swore I was tearing up. All I could see was water.

"You have to ask me the right way, Benson," I laughed, pushing him down to the ground so he was on one knee. "And, yes, I will marry you!"
He leapt up and pulled me into his arms, giving me a long and passionate kiss. I quickly reciprocated and wrapped my arms around his neck.
We were in our own little universe, and I was practically oblivious to all the cheers coming from everyone gathered.

I pulled away, resting my forehead against his. "You ready?"

"Are you?" he asked softly.

"I think I am," I smiled.

"Don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door. Don't wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said, speak now."

Then, unexpectedly, he picked me up and into his arms. My arms wrapped around his neck again and I rested against his chest. Man, he had gotten so much more muscular in eight years. He carried me bridal style out of the church, our close friends following behind.
"Thank you," I whispered, leaning up to kiss him.

And you say, "Let's run away now, I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door. Oh, baby, I didn't say my vow, so glad you were around when they said, "Speak now"

I was so glad I was around when they said 'Speak Now'...

*Six Months Later*

"Do you, Samantha Joy Puckett, take Fredward Benson to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the preacher asked.

I took a deep breath before saying, "I do."

"And do you, Fredward Benson, take Samantha Joy Puckett to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," Freddie smiled, giving me a small smile.

"In the power invested in me, I now announce you, husband and wife," the preacher said. "You may kiss the bride."

Freddie leaned towards me and pulled me into a kiss. I smiled into it but quickly had to pull away before it got too heated. I laughed and so did he.

"You look beautiful," he told me softly.

"Thanks," I blushed. "You don't look too bad yourself."

He chuckled. "So is this the dream wedding you told me about when we were seventeen?" I raised an eyebrow at him but it was all explained when he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. It was the description I had written all those years ago about my dream wedding.

"You really managed to find that after all these years?" I smirked as he began to lead me to where the reception was being held.

"I never lost it," he said simply. "So I take it you like it?"

"I don't like it. I love it," I smiled. "And hey, even if you didn't follow that description, it would still be my dream wedding. Because I'm marrying you, Freddie."

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