Capital

"Carly, cool it with the wedding stuff, will you?" Sam moaned, walking into Spencer's apartment.

"Just one last thing," Carly begged. "Please? I'm the maid of honor, I need to make sure everything's perfect!"

"Fine, what?" Sam asked.

"Do you want the place cards at the reception to be in all capitals?" Carly asked. "Or do you think that's not classy enough?"

"You make the call on this one, Carls," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"Hmm...it's such a tough decision," Carly said thoughtfully as Sam opened the fridge and grabbed a pudding cup. "You know what? We'll go for the all capitals!"

"Great," Sam said.

"Hey, was that the last pudding cup?" Spencer asked, running out of his bedroom wearing a pink bathrobe.

"Um, no there are like, eight in there still," Sam said, smirking at his attire. "Manly bathrobe."

"It's soft and fluffy!"

"Hey, isn't that my old robe?" Carly frowned.

"No..." Spencer mumbled.

"Yeah, just burn it when you're done with it," Carly said. "Anyway, come on, Sam, we need to get to the wedding dress place."

"No!" Sam moaned. "I just spent the last three hours looking at flowers with you! Why doesn't Freddie have to do any of this stuff? It's his wedding too, you know."

"Please," Carly scoffed. "It's not your's and Freddie's wedding. It's your wedding."

"Are you sure it's not your wedding?" Sam asked.

"Ha ha," Carly said. "Look, all Freddie has to do is show up there, say a few words, kiss you and then he's done!"

"Don't you just feel so lucky for her future husband?" Sam asked Spencer.

"Poor guy," Spencer said. "And I thought you already picked out your wedding dress."

"She did," Carly explained. "But she has to get it altered today so it fits her perfectly for the wedding. It shouldn't take more than a few hours, Sam."

"How about you call up Melanie and go with her?" Sam asked. "We're identical, have her wear the dress and have the lady alter it on her."

"Well...I guess that will work," Carly said. "Are you sure? I mean, this is your wedding dress altercation day!"

"I think I can live," Sam said.

"Okay, I'll call Melanie downstairs then," Carly said. "But remember, we're going cake testing tomorrow!"

"I'll be there for that, trust me," Sam said.

"Wow," Spencer said as Carly closed the apartment door behind her. "She's really getting into the whole planning thing, huh?"

"Yup," Sam sighed.

"Eh, she lives for this stuff," Spencer said. "Oh, and I got my tux today from Socko's brother, and if I do say so myself, I look pretty stunning in it."

"Just don't wear it everywhere again," Sam grinned.

"I'll try," Spencer laughed, pouring himself a glass of chocolate milk. "You want any of this? It's extra chocolately."

"Um, sure," Sam nodded. "Uh, Spencer? Can I talk to you about something?"

"Is it about the box under my bed?"

"No?"

"Then yes."

"You know how in weddings," Sam began. "When the girl's walking down the aisle and all, she's usually with her dad, who gives her away to her new husband?"

"Yeah."

"Well, considering the fact that I haven't seen my dad since I was six, I'm thinking there's no chance of him and I doing that," Sam said. "And I was thinking about what I was going to do about this the other day, and then I thought...well, um, Spencer, see, I-I was kind of wondering if-if you would mind doing it? Walking me down the aisle at the wedding?"

Spencer swallowed his chocolate milk. "You want me to give you away?"

"You don't have to," Sam told him. "It's not a big deal if you don't. I could always just walk down the aisle on my own, or maybe my mom could do it or something, but I was just thinking that if you wanted to-"

"Sam," Spencer said seriously. "Of course I want to. Do you have any idea how honored I would be to do i?."

"So-So you want to then?" Sam asked.

"Duh!" Spencer nodded.

"I-wow, um, thanks, Spencer," Sam said, smiling at him.

"Don't mention it," Spencer told her giving her a hug.

...

"Oh man, I'm freaking out," Sam said as she nervously waited outside the church doors, getting ready to make her entrance at her wedding.

"Relax, it's going to be fine," Spencer told her.

"I'm gonna puke," Sam said. "I know it. Dang, why did I eat those chile dogs this morning?"

"Hey, come on, this is your wedding!" Spencer told her. "You're about to make Freddie the happiest guy on the planet."

"I wish this would just hurry up, though," Sam moaned.

"I think we're almost up," Spencer said, peaking his head into the church. "Yeah! Hey, this is it!"

He held out his arm for her.

"This is it," Sam said softly.

"You'll do great," Spencer smiled at her.

The two slowly walked into the church, all eyes on Sam in her white wedding dress. But Spencer was looking right at Freddie, whose face was so full of amazement as he watched his soon-to-be bride walk down the aisle. Spencer glanced over at Sam.

It seemed as if she had left all of her anxiety outside the church, for she was wearing the biggest smile that Spencer had ever seen.

When they finally reached the altar, Spencer gave Sam a kiss on the cheek as she stepped up next to Freddie. As Spencer passed Freddie to take his place, he brushed up against him to whisper in his ear, "Take care of her."