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Sam stared stonily at the run down house in front of her, her run down house. Luckily, the two police cars that were parked outside before were gone, so Sam wouldn't have to be interviewed again, but the black mini cooper in the drive was still parked there showing the social worker Sam had been forced to speak to before was still there.

"You promised." She said quietly startling Freddie.

"I'm sorry." Freddie sighed. It was all he managed to say. He waited a moment, but Sam completely ignored him. The stony expression was still on her face. He got out of the car and walked over to her side opening the door for her.

"Come on Sam, please." Again he received no response from her.

"Carly and Spencer are both inside." Freddie said hoping to catch Sam's attention. She seemed to become more responsive at the mention of her best friends name.

She was about to get out of the car, but then stopped, looking up at him.

"How do I know you're not just lying to me like you did before?" She asked a harsh edge to her words.

Freddie looked down not meeting her gaze. She got out of the car and Freddie shut the door leading the way to the front door.

Sam trudged behind him. He kept glancing back at her every few seconds in case she decided to run away, but the thought didn't seem to even cross her mind from what Freddie could see. He was about to open the door when it flew open revealing a tall woman with limp blond hair and thin black rimmed specs. Freddie turned to Sam and instantly he saw anger boil up inside her. He looked back at the lady and realised why the blond was angry. The ladies pitiful eyes were on Sam. There was nothing worse to Sam than a pity stare.

"Excuse us." Freddie said quickly and politely before Sam could lash out at the woman. He took Sam's hand and walked through the door carefully manoeuvring as to keep Sam as further away from the woman as possible.

He couldn't help but notice the small smile the woman gave as she looked down at Freddie and Sam's hand and back up at him. Sam seemed to have noticed too as she scowled at the woman, before slamming the door in her face.

"That's why I didn't want to come." She said just loud enough for Freddie to hear. She dropped his hand and made her way up the stairs. Freddie heard the door to what he presumed to be Sam's room slam signalling she'd entered and she probably wasn't coming out of there anytime soon.

"Sam? It's me Carly. I can come in, right?" Carly said knocking on the door.

There was no response from Sam. Carly contemplated just walking straight in, but that probably wouldn't go down well with her friend at the moment. She knocked again.

Knock

No response.

Knock

No response yet again.

Knock

This time Carly heard shuffling footsteps. She waited and watched the door knob twist as it opened. Sam stood at the door she moved out of the way, a sign for Carly to come through.

"I didn't hear the first time." Sam said quietly, but Carly heard the tears thick in her voice.

"It's fine." Carly responded as Sam went to go and sit at the edge of the bed in the corner of the small room. Carly followed her dodging the various sweet wrappers and clothes on the floor. She sat beside her. The room was filled with silence the only sound was Sam's occasional sniffling.

"I'm so sorry Sam." Carly said breaking the silence. She wrapped her arms around her best friend and listened as the room was now filled with the sound of Sam's sobs.

"I…I knew she wasn't happy, but I just ignored it. She…she always pretended th…that she was fine around me, but I knew better. I… I just left her though. I ignored it all, b…because I desperately wanted it to be ok. It's…it's all my fault." Sam said through sobs, her voice trembling.

"Sam don't ever say that. It wasn't your fault everyone knows that. You can't blame yourself. None of it was because of you, none of it." Carly said firmly. She couldn't help but let a few stray tears roll down her cheeks. She'd never seen Sam in such a state, never. Sam had always been so strong, but Carly knew deep down, under her hard exterior that Sam was sensitive, fragile even.

"But, I… I didn't do anything to help her."

"Sam believe me there was nothing you could do. Stop blaming yourself, please."

Carly held her friend silently comforting her. Sam's sobs slowly subsided and she pulled away from Carly. Carly wiped her eyes as did Sam and the two girls sat quietly, until again, Carly broke the silence.

"Sam, I know you probably don't want to think about this know, but know that your mum's…" Carly stuttered trying to bring herself to say it, but she couldn't.

"…your mum's…gone you need somewhere to live." She looked up at the blond who nodded as if telling her friend to carry on.

"Spencer and I talked to the social worker that came round. She was saying that, well she said that… I mean you know me and Spencer would definitely let you live with us, but she said…" Carly didn't know how to break the news to Sam so it didn't sound as daunting as 'You need to get married before tomorrow preferably to Freddie.'

"What Carls? Just say it." Sam said wondering what else could be so bad.

Carly took a deep breath.

"The social worker lady said that you couldn't stay with me and Spence because Spencer's already a guardian for an under 18 – me obviously and then I said what that's crazy and she said no it's true so she said you'd have to go into foster care but I said you couldn't and then she said their was another option and I know it's ridiculous but you've got no other choice she said that you could somehow get married before tomorrow then you could do what you wanted and me and Spencer both thought if possible you could marry Freddie." Carly speed talked, gasping for air when she'd finished.

Sam was stunned at Carly's outburst. She sat silently letting all the information that had just been thrown at her sink in before speaking.

"What the hell, are you out of your mind?!" She asked outraged.

"Sam I knew you'd be like this, but it's the only option you have…" Carly started, but Sam interrupted her.

"No, I can't get married and I most definitely cannot marry Freddie!" She said furiously shaking her head.

"Sam I know its crazy but,"

"Yeah you can say that again."

"Sam you have to, otherwise you'll end up in Foster care in god knows where."

"Carly, I can't believe you thought I'd seriously consider this." Sam said standing up her arms flung out in front of her exasperated.

"Well I thought you had enough common sense to consider it." Carly said standing up as well to face the infuriated blond that was Sam Puckett.

"I have enough common sense to know that this is stupid crazy and that-"

"No Sam you're being stubborn that's it. You're just being your stubborn self. Why can't you just accept the fact that this is a good idea that you're going to have to consider unless you want to end up in a foster home full of angry kids half way across Canada?!" Carly said pointing an accusing finger at Sam.

"Well it would be whole lot better that to end up married at 16 to Fredward Benson."

"Oh don't give me that," Carly said scornfully. "I of all people know that you've been secretly crushing on Freddie for months." Carly said smirking; knowing that she finally had something that could make Sam actually agree to the idea.

Sam's mouth hung agape in shock.

"I…I told you that in confidence, not so that you could hold it over me."

Carly sighed.

"Sam I'm not trying to hold it over you I'm just trying to make you see that you have to go through with this."

Sam sat on the edge of her bed again her arms crossed sulkily. Carly sat beside her.

"Does Freddie know?" She asked.

"Spencer's speaking to him right now, and seen as though we didn't hear any shouting and screaming like they probably heard just know, I think he's agreed." Carly said.

"He wouldn't agree and what about his nut job mother she wouldn't let him."

"I don't know, when we told her about…you know everything she was really upset she even came here to see you when you ran off. She was the one that thought Freddie should go and find you."

Sam flopped back onto the bed.

"I don't know." She sighed.

"It needs to happen by tomorrow, so you better decide fast." Carly said hoping Sam would agree.

She waited for an answer and Sam finally spoke up.

"No."

It was nearly 6.00pm and Sam was positioned lazily on the Shay's couch her arms sprawled out, one hand safely holding the TV remote.

"Um Sam, here," Carly said handing Sam a couple of folded sheets of paper.

Sam picked up the papers and glanced down at them.

"What are they?"

"Y…you need to sign this bit." Carly said pointing at the dotted line on the paper.

"Kay, what is it?" Sam asked idly.

"Oh just you know just for proof that… that um you're who you say you are." Carly said nervously. She quickly turned to Spencer a panicked look on her face. He just gave her a small smile and nodded at her to carry on.

"Done." Sam said handing the papers back to Carly.

"Thanks, know remember I told you we had to meet with the social worker, so we need to get ready come on."

"I am ready. I don't need to play dress up just to see that nub of a woman." Sam said flicking through the channels.

"Come on. You need to make a good impression." Carly said dragging her off the couch. "…Even though you already made a bad impression pouncing on her earlier." Carly muttered

Sam groaned, but peeled herself from the couch anyway and allowed Carly to drag her up the stairs.

"I still don't think this was necessary at all." Sam said from the back seat of the car.

Carly and Sam were both wearing dresses. They weren't too fancy, but they were still dresses and to Sam dresses were not normal. Sam had a tight white strapless dress that went just above the knee, hugging her curves in the right places, as Carly called it. Sam preferred the term hoochie even though she was maybe over exaggerating a little. The dress did look kind of nice with her long blond curls and the thin black head band matching the black silky strip of material just under Sam's bust, which according to her was on show just a tad too much. The thing that was really bothering her was the black high heels Carly had insisted she wore. They had to be about six inches and the diamante detail was already digging into Sam's foot.

"We're here." Spencer said hopping out of the car. Speaking of Spencer another crazy thing Sam noticed was that he was wearing a suit, a formal suit that actually fit him.

Sam shrugged it off and got out of the car following a rather jumpy Carly and Spencer. They both seemed very anxious about something.

Sam followed them through the big chestnut coloured doors and instantly she came face to face with the inside of a church. How could she have not seen this coming? Freddie was stood at the front in a tux, a panicky expression on his face. Mrs Benson was also at the front in a lilac skirt and matching top. Heck, even Gibby was at the front all suited up. Sam looked at Carly and Spencer. She was furious, but more than anything she was furious at herself for letting this happen right under her nose. How could she have missed it? Signing the papers for proof, they weren't proof they were the marriage papers.

She was marrying Freddork Benson. Technically she was already married to Freddork Benson.

So I don't think speed talked is a word, but I didn't know how else to describe Carly's fast talking haha.

Did any of you guys get the fact that Carly was making Sam sign the marriage papers? Oh and before I forget I know in the last chapter I said Sam had two days to get married I kind of changed it, so she had to get married before the next day.

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