AN-This is a sequel to chapter 295, where Freddie proposed to Sam.
Spiral
"Okay, one more time? Please?" Carly begged.
"Carls, chill out," Sam said, rolling her eyes as she spread some cream cheese on her bagel she had just toasted. "I've told you how it happened four times already!"
"I know, but it's just so adorable!" Carly said.
"Yeah, I know," Sam said, grinning down at her sparkling new engagement ring. "But seriously, calm down. You're crazier than usual right now."
Just then the door of their shared apartment opened up and Freddie walked in, carrying a large bag of donuts. "Hey, I brought breakfast," he said cheerily.
He set the bag down on the counter and immediately went over to Sam, who wrapped her arms around his neck as he gave her a long kiss.
"Morning baby," Sam said when the two finally pulled apart.
"I missed you," Freddie smiled, playing with the ends of her hair.
"Yes, a whole eight hours apart," Carly chuckled, helping herself to a donut. "How did you ever survive."
Freddie laughed, his arm still around Sam. "It was a struggle, Carls."
"You guys are too perfect for each other," Carly said, looking at her best friends. "I'm so happy you're engaged now!"
"Me too," Sam said, standing on her toes to give her fiancé another kiss.
"Yeah, well, you guys do know there is more to being engaged than just making out all the time, right?" Carly said, opening a kitchen drawer and pulling out a large notebook.
"What do you mean?" Freddie asked.
"What do I mean?" Carly exclaimed. "I mean that we have a wedding to plan now!"
"Oh yeah," Sam nodded.
"Well there's a lot to do," Carly said, opening up the notebook. "I was up all night making this. It's a complete outline for planning your wedding."
"That thing's got to be at least fifty pages," Freddie commented.
"Sixty-four," Carly shrugged.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sam aid. "Carly…Freddie and I don't want some huge, fancy, over-the-top wedding."
"Yeah," Freddie agreed. "We want something simple. Nice, yes. But not crazy."
"I know," Carly said. "But still, there's a ton of stuff you guys need to do. You need to pick a date, find a location for the ceremony and reception. You have to make a guest list, send out invitations, Freddie needs to decide who's going to be his best man, Sam, you need to pick your maid of honor and bridesmaids-"
"Carly, obviously you're my maid of honor," Sam said.
"Really? I am?" Carly squealed. "Yay!"
"You know, maybe she's got a point," Freddie said, looking at the notebook. "We do have a lot to do. We should get started."
"I guess," Sam sighed.
"Perfect," Carly said. She took the notebook back from Freddie. "Now then, I have a blank calendar print-out right here. Do you guys have and preference for when you want the wedding? I'd say anywhere between the March-May window would be good."
Freddie looked at Sam. "I like March."
"March is good," Sam agreed.
"Alright," Carly said, scribbling a few notes down in her notebook. "And the best day would probably be on a Saturday. Now, if I could just make one tiny suggestion…"
"Knock yourself out," Sam said, taking a chocolate donut from the bag.
"Well, I'd recommend the twenty-second," Carly said. "Because it's not near any holidays, it's towards the end of the month, so you'll have more time to plan, and according to my wedding research, you want your wedding day to be on an even-numbered date."
"Um…well I guess that works," Sam nodded.
"Yeah," Freddie said, turning to Sam. "March twenty-second…that's gonna be our wedding day, baby."
"I know," Sam grinned as Freddie leaned down to meet her lips.
"Alright!" Carly said, bringing the couple's attention back to her. "Now, we need to figure out where we're having the wedding. And again, just a suggestion…I happen to know that the Seattle First Wedding Hall has a spotless reputation for holding beautiful, romantic weddings."
"Um, well that sounds good," Freddie said. "I've driven past that place before. It's really nice. Plus I hear it's affordable."
"Seattle First Wedding Hall it is then," Sam said.
"Well, we'll have to call and make sure they're not booked for March twenty-second, but I'm sure you'll be fine," Carly said, writing in her notebook.
"Wow, Carls, that took less than ten minutes," Sam smiled. "Maybe this won't take so long."
"Please," Carly scoffed. "I've got a whole month set aside just for trying to find your wedding dress."
"A month?"
"Baby, don't worry about it," Freddie said, rubbing her shoulder. "I'm sure it won't take an entire month. I mean, you do look good in anything."
"Aw," Sam laughed as she was about to kiss him again.
"Um, guys?" Carly said, interrupting an almost-kiss. "Not to be a downer or anything, but if you guys keep kissing every two seconds, you'll never get any planning done."
"Fine," Sam mumbled.
"Okay, here you go," Carly said, ripping out a few sheets of paper and handing the couple a pencil. "You guys start working on a rough draft of your guest list. I have a few really nice wedding invitation samples in my car that I picked up this morning before you woke up, Sam. Oh, there are these really nice ones with gold spirals going up and down the sides…I'll go get them!"
"So," Freddie sighed as Carly hurried out of the apartment. "Guess we should do this guest list."
"Before we get killed," Sam smiled.
"Alright," Freddie said. "We have Carly, Spencer, Gibby, T-Bo, my mom, your mom…"
"Wendy, Melanie, all my relatives in prison…" Sam added.
"My grandparents…um, my cousins," Freddie said, writing down the names while trying hard not to stare at Sam's lips. "Um…Um…"
"Oh you know what? That's good enough for now," Sam said, grabbing the list and yanking it away. She pulled Freddie's face down so that her lips could reach his.
"Okay you guys," Carly said happily a few minutes later, coming back to the apartment with the wedding invitation samples. "I have the-"
She stopped as she caught sight of the couple, now on the couch, caught up in a heavy make-out session.
"Hey! You guys!" Carly said loudly. "We have to pick out invitations! Guys! You guys!"
But the couple was too caught up in their own world to hear her.
"Oh…whatever," Carly said, rolling her eyes. But she couldn't help but smile.
