A/N: Hey everybody! How's life? Good? Good! Sorry this took so long... School just started for me again and it has been soooo demanding! I'm already stressed and it's only been a week! D:

So things are about to get ugly then uglier with Sam and Freddie... D: This story is going to go long then originally planned so I'm looking for a BETA for the remaining chapters! I want an HONEST BETA who will tell me exactly what's wrong with my story and help me fix it! I ALSO want a good BETA haha. One that is a good writer and will stay on top of things.

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ON WITH THE TALE!

I knew the voice and turned to face it. "Chandler?" He was in his car, a hot-looking, silver convertible. Top down. He looked much different when his hair wasn't tied back. It fell gracefully around his shoulders in rugged brown curls. The white-T he wore was fit around his chest. He was pretty bulky for a dancer. Yeah, so he looked hot. No denying it. Now the question was, how did this dude end up tracking me down in his car. I hugged my sweater tighter around me. "What are you doing here?"

"My building's a couple blocks up the street," he answered pointing his thumb in the direction he came from. "I was just driving down to meet you at Groovy Smoothie and-" he stopped suddenly, leaning out of the car and looking closer at my face. "S-Sam, what's up? Were you-"

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to reexamine what had gone down between my husband-to-be and me. Or maybe... ex-husband to be? The thought broke my heart over again. So much for no reexamination... "Yeah, yeah, just a couple tears..." was my overly confident reply. Chandler gave me a look. He could see right through me. He opened his car door and stepped out, moving closer to me.

"Sam..." he whispered. "We've only danced together once, but I feel like I've known you my whole life." He placed his hand against my cheek and it felt cold and much too foreign. Nothing like Freddie's warm, inviting touch. But for some reason, I just let him stay like that. "What's wrong?"

I looked away from him, feeling that damn lump in my throat rising again. "F-Freddie and I had a fight..."

"Freddie?"

"My fiance..." I ran my finger under my eye to brush away the tears. 'Or maybe ex-fiance?' I thought sadly.

His hand fell to his side. "Oh, I'm sorry Sam..."

I shrugged. "It's whatever..."

We were silent for a second. The sounds of the city floating around us. "Do you want to talk about-"

"No..." I answered quickly, shaking my head. "No... I just want some food..." I breathed. "Preferably an extra large Blueberry Blitz and a frozen yogurt?"

Chandler chuckled, a deep, resonating laugh as he took my hand and I had to smile. "I think I can help with that..."

XXX

FREDDIE'S POV

I tried to get some sleep. I desparately tried... but I can't remember the last time I slept without Sam snuggled against me. I missed her smell, the sound of her snore. Everything. I spent the entire night thinking of her. Of course, the more I thought, the more I worried. Where was she? Was she coming home? Is she staying with that dude? I had to go after her. We may have been angry with each other but I loved her far to much to let anything happen to her.

I got up and threw on a pair of sweat pants and a loose t-shirt, then ran out the door with only my phone and my keys on me. As I rode the elevator I called Sam. I didn't expect her to answer, and being Sam, she didn't answer, so I left her a message. "Sam... Sam baby I'm sorry... I'm coming after you and we are getting married tomorrow at whatever time you want. We can get married at 11 o'clock in a pig pen for all I care! I just want to be with you... okay? If you want to call me back, you can, but I'm coming..." I paused as I walked through the glass doors in the lobby. "I love you..." I hung up and rushed to the edge of the street, calling for a taxi.

When I got one I gave him an extra ten dollars to get me to the groovy smoothie as fast as possible.

XXX

SAM'S POV

I was actually having a good time with Chandler.

We laughed about stupid chiz and I showed him that dipping a fry in a smoothie tastes amazing. There was talk of dance and music and I figured out that we had more in common than I first would have expected.

"And so I brought her chocolate covered bacon," Chandler laughed loudly. "And she threw it on the ground!"

"So you brought your girlfriend chocolate cover bacan as a peace offering and she didn't take it?" I slapped my forehead in disbelief. "What a nub!" I took another long pull from my Blueberry Blitz. "Please tell me you ate it..."

I shrugged. "I actually didn't."

My mouth dropped. "Oh so you're a nub too? Figures..."

He chuckled. "Hey, I love me some good bacon as much as the next guy. But... I bought it for her... It didn't really belong to me did it?"

That was actually sweet. "Aw... I think you're gonna give me a cavity... That's pretty sweet."

Chandler smile, leaning closer across the table. "So I've been told..."

I was slightly surprised at how close he was. How forward he was being with me. It was as if he completely forgot that I was madly in love with another man. Whether said man and I were currently not on speaking terms. Freddie... I twisted my ring around my finger. My mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of Freddie. That sexy smile. That incredibly soft mouth. That smell, that touch, that taste, that unconditional love. I instantly remembered how desperate I was to go back to Freddie minutes before Chandler found me on the street and forgot Chandler's presence.

"Sam?" he called. I barely registered him calling me until he snapped in my my face. "Hello? Earth to Sam!"

I turned back to him. "I'm sorry... I can't do this..." I stood up, grabbing my purse as I did.

"Wha- Can't do what? -Sam?" I could hear his chair squeal as he stood up to stop me. He grabbed my wrist gently and turned me to face him. I shook his hand forcefully off my wrist.

"I'm starting to get sick of you stopping me all the time!" I shouted. "I can't sit here laughing with you when... when the man I love is sitting at home with his heart broken! I can't meet with the Seattle Dance people because the auditions are happening on the most important day of my life!" a few tears began to escape but I brushed them away angrily. "I can't! I just can't okay? I can-"

I was stopped by Chandler's burly arms going tightly around my waist as he pulled me roughly against him. Then he did the worst thing he could have ever done.

He kissed me.

It was tender, it wasn't sweet, it wasn't loving... It was hard and surprising and... even painful.

XXX

FREDDIE

She was kissing Chandler?

I stood before the glass door that was the entrance to the Groovy Smoothie and watched. Watched while Sam, my Sam, sucked face with some guy! My heart shattered at the sight. I couldn't move. I stood there staring as time stretched on for what felt like centuries. The cold wind outside swirled around me, numbing my hands that hung limply at my sides. Tears were probably falling, but I didn't notice. I didn't care...

Suddenly. Sam stepped back and raised her hand to slap him, but she turned and saw me. She froze on the spot. Her lips mouthed my name and she started towards the door. My heart told me to open my arms to her, let her explain, and believe every word she said, even if it wasn't true because she was Sam and I loved her too much not to. But my mind, my stupid my, forced me to walk away as she came running.

"FREDDIE!" she called once she was outside. I was already turned, walking up the street in the opposite direction of our apartment building. I didn't notice.

"Freddie, please..." her voice was closer and softer. I slowed but didn't stop. "Freddie... Babe, how much did you see?"

"Enough..." my voice was so low I barely heard myself.

"How much was enough...?"

I stopped finally and turned around slowly, very slowly. I didn't want to look at her face or I knew I would burst into sobs, so I looked to the Groovy Smoothie sign. "...You don't want to marry me do you, Sam?"

"What? Freddie, of course I do! I-"

"You don't want to be a Benson..." I rasped. "You want to postpone our wedding. You don't trust me-"

"I trust you with everything I have!"

I scoffed. "You couldn't even tell me that you wanted to audition for Seattle Dance..."

"Freddie..." she placed both hands on my face pulling my forehead desperately against hers. "Freddie, I'll change my name! I'll change it! Samantha Jennette Benson! See? See doesn't that sound amazing!" she cried. "I wont do Seattle Dance! I wont! I swear. I wont, Freddie! I-"

"But it's not what you want..."

"I want you..." she whispered, pressing a kiss against the corner of my mouth. "That's all I want! That's all I ever wanted..."

She moved to kiss my lips but I pulled back and gently pushed her away with my hands on her waist. "Sam..." I took in a shaky breath. "I- I don't think we should be married tomorrow."

I watched her heart fall apart through her eyes. "What...?"

I sighed. "I just caught you making out with some guy you barely know... I don't think it's smart to get married..."

She stood, immobile for a minute before she took a step back. "You mean... ever?"

I shrugged my shoulders and moved back some more. "I don't know, Sam..." She was breaking down in front of me. I wanted to comfort her. Take her in my arms and kiss her slowly until she understood fully how much I loved and adored her.

We stared at each other, having a silent conversation with our gazes. She nodded, regaining her composure, standing up straighter and forcing her sobs to subside. "I understand... You're right... We should take some time apart... to think."

I ran my hand roughly through my hair. "Me too..." I chocked back a shaky sob. "I- I love you, Sam... With all my heart. I always will..."

She nodded curtly. "You too..." And she turned back to Chandler, who embraced her in a tight hug. I walked quickly away before I could see anymore. My heart couldn't take anymore for the night.