AN-So this chapter is not really a sequel, but it based off of a previous chapter. It's Sam and Freddie's one-year anniversary the was Sam described it in chapter 335, when she was helping Emma get ready for her own anniversary.

Raincoat

"Hey, Sam," Spencer said, yawning as he came out of her room, spotting his little sister's best friend in his kitchen, making some eggs. He looked over at the coffee table and saw piles of fashion magazines. "Whoa, was Carly down here going through all these?"

"No, I was," Sam said, heading back to the couch with her breakfast. She sat down and picked up one of the magazines and began flipping through it.

"Um, you?" Spencer frowned.

"Yeah…I need a dress," Sam said, not looking up.

"You know you're Sam, right?"

"Calm down, I'm only looking because it mine and Freddie's anniversary next week," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh right," Spencer nodded. "Wow, I can't believe you two have really been together for a whole year."

"Me neither," Sam said. "And you'll be happy to know that the nub hasn't been to the emergency room once during that time."

"Nice," Spencer said, high fiving her.

"Hey, you're up early, Sam," Carly commented, coming downstairs, still in her pajamas. "Have you found any dresses you like yet?"

"No, and I've been through all of these magazines you gave me!" Sam moaned.

"Well we'll hit the mall today," Carly assured her, pouring three mugs of coffee. "Maybe you can find something there."

"So where's Freddie taking you for this special date?" Spencer asked as Carly handed him his coffee.

"This fancy dinner cruise," Sam replied.

"Whoa," Spencer said approvingly.

"It's so romantic," Carly said, sitting down next to Sam. "Freddie found this company that takes couples out to sea on this beautiful boat for a few hours so they can enjoy a five-course meal under the stars as the gentle waves rock them closer to each other."

"Ugh, I don't even know what color dress I should get!" Sam exclaimed, frustrated, as she threw her magazine down.

"Hey, this is why you have me," Carly told her. "I've got you on this, Sam. We're going to find you the most beautiful dress out there, and Freddie's going to go absolutely nuts over you in it."

"I dunno, I'm not good with dresses," Sam said. "I can never find ones I like."

"Tell me about it," Spencer sighed.

Carly and Sam looked over at him questioningly.

"I-I'm gonna go," Spencer said quickly, running back to his room.

…..

"Okay, what about any of these?" Carly asked, coming back into Sam's dressing room with an armload of dresses.

Sam, who was examining the black dress she was currently wearing in the mirror, took the pile and began to go through them.

"Too long, too short, weird sleeves, looks like a rug…" Sam said, dismissing each dress by dropping it carelessly on the floor.

"Well, Sam you have to at least have some idea of what kind of dress you're looking for," Carly said. "Give me something to work with here! We've been at the mall for five hours, even I'm getting sick of it! I still don't see what's wrong with that dress you have on."

"It doesn't match my hair right," Sam mumbled.

"Okay, since when have you cared about matching your dress to your hair?" Carly asked, crossing her arms.

"I just…I just need to look good, okay?" Sam sighed, grabbing her jeans and pulling them back on.

"And you will," Carly said. "I get that you want to look extra hot for Freddie on your anniversary, but you don't need to obsess this much over it. Freddie loves you; you don't need to find some super rare dress that's probably not even in this mall for your date. Just find a dress that you really like that you feel good in."

Sam sighed. "But I still don't really like any of these dresses."

"Well, okay, that's fine," Carly said. "Let's go try some more stores then."

The girls left the dressing room and headed back out to the mall. After a quick stop at the corndog cart, they began searching for dress shops again.

"I really think you should stick with darker colors," Carly said as they walked. "To really make your hair stand out, you know what I mean? Oh, and once we do find your dress, we should probably start thinking about shoes, and then-"

"Carly!" Sam said suddenly, grabbing her best friend's arm as she stopped in her tracks. "There it is!"

Carly looked over at the store window Sam was staring at.

"Wow," Carly smiled. "That's beautiful. That dress is-is-"

"-My anniversary dress,' Sam finished for her.

…..

"Sam, stay still! You're going to make me give you uneven eyelashes!" Carly said as she fussed with Sam's make-up.

"You sure this new perfume doesn't make me smell weird?" Sam asked, applying a coat of lip-gloss.

"Sam, that's ninety dollar perfume; you smell amazing," Carly said. She finished the last of Sam's make-up. "You look really pretty."

"Thanks," Sam said, fidgeting with her dress as she looked at the mirror.

"You nervous still?" Carly asked.

"A-A little," Sam nodded.

"Hey, this is going to be one of the best dates of your life," Carly told her. "Enjoy it. You're going to have a great time."

"Sam!" the heard Spencer call from downstairs. "Freddie's here!"

"Oh man," Sam said, smoothing out her dress.

"Let's go," Carly said, grabbing her digital camera from her dresser. "I can't wait to see Freddie's face when he sees you."

….

"Whoa, doesn't someone look all fancy in his little suit," Spencer commented as Freddie came into the apartment.

"Sam here yet?" Freddie asked nervously.

"She's upstairs getting ready with Carly," Spencer told her. "Hold on, I'll get her…Sam! Freddie's here!"

"Thanks," Freddie said.

"So you excited?" Spencer asked.

"Of course," Freddie nodded. "I just hope Sam has a good time tonight…I've been planning this night for an entire month."

"She'll have a good time no matter what you guys do," Spencer assured him. "She's crazy for you."

Just then they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and a second later Carly and Sam appeared.

Freddie's mouth almost dropped as he caught sight of his girlfriend. She looked absolutely beautiful in her simple, yet stunning, lavender sleeveless dress that hugged her body perfectly.

"Sam," Freddie said softly as she walked over to him, her cheeks reddening. "You-You look…incredible."

"Thanks," Sam smiled.

"Doesn't this just warm your heart?" Carly asked Spencer, snapping a few pictures as the two watched the scene.

"It completely makes up for Juliana dumping Clive in my soap opera today," Spencer whispered, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Yeah…let's get you back on that online dating site," Carly frowned, patting her brother's shoulder. She turned back to her friends. "Alright you two, you have a good time tonight."

"Thanks Carls," Sam said. "I'll swing by here later tonight."

"Bye," Freddie said, taking Sam's hand as he led her out of the apartment.

"Wow," Sam said as they headed down to the lobby. "One year…can you believe this?"

"It's pretty crazy," Freddie agreed, grinning. "But I'm glad we made it."

"Me too," Sam nodded as they started out the front door and into the parking lot, where they would get into Freddie's mom's van (It had taken an uncanny amount of begging and promises of numerous puzzles to get his mom to agree to this. She had even made Freddie take five safety road tests with her). "I mean, we went from-"

But just then a loud clasp of thunder sounded and buckets of rain began to fall from the sky, drenching the couple.

"Dang it!" Freddie frowned as him and Sam rushed back into the lobby, dripping puddles.

"Stupid Seattle!" Sam exclaimed, ringing out her hair.

"Hey!" Lewbert screamed from his front desk. "No dripping in my lobby!"

"Go suck a truck," Sam snapped. She turned back to Freddie. "What are we gonna do?"

"Well the boat that we have the dinner reservations on is covered, so we'll be fine for that," Freddie said. "I have some raincoats and umbrellas upstairs. I'll go run and get them so we can get back out to the car, and then we'll-"

He was cut off as his Pearphone began to ring in his pocket.

"It's my mom," he sighed, looking at the caller ID. He unlocked the phone and put it to his ear. "Hey, mom."

"Fredward Benson!" Sam could hear Marissa's voice shriek. "Don't you even think of taking my car out in this weather! It's far too dangerous for teenage boys to be driving in! You stay right in that lobby mister!"

"Wait," Freddie frowned. "How do you know I'm in-the chip…But mom, Sam and I have reservations we need to get to!"

"You'll miss them!" Marissa said firmly. "You're to stay in that apartment tonight, Freddie, or you can forget about having any T.V. channels left!"

"Well," Freddie mumbled as he hung up his phone. "Looks like we're not going to be going anywhere."

"At least I won't have to be seen like this then," Sam sighed, looking at her reflection in the glass door and seeing her make up streaking down her face and her hair beginning to frizz.

"Well, my mom's at work, so my apartment's empty," Freddie said. "We can just hang out there I guess. I know it's not the ideal anniversary date, but if my mom sees that I left the building she's going to come over and ruin our date anyway."

"It's fine," Sam told him. "Come on, let's go up."

…..

"Man, this Chinese food is amazing," Sam said, spooning some rice into her mouth.

"I know," Freddie agreed, taking a bite out of a spring roll. He put his arm around Sam. "Not exactly what we planned, though, is it?"

"Nah," Sam chuckled. "It's not. But I don't think I mind…we get to stay in and eat Chinese food while we watch movies? Not a bad night for Sam Puckett."

Freddie laughed. "And hey," he added. "You know, you still look absolutely breathtaking tonight. Even after getting rained on."