A/N: Sorry it took so long guys! I've been pretty busy and have had a bit of writer's block for a while. Anyway, here's chapter 4.

CHAPTER 4

~*5 Months Ago*~

The sun shone brightly through Freddie's bedroom window, waking Sam up from her much-desired sleep. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Freddie stirred beside her in her movement.

"What time is it?" she yawned as she stretched. Freddie rolled over to look at the clock placed atop his night stand.

"10:25,' he responded. Sam flopped back down on her pillow, turning around and burying her face in it.

"It's too early," she grumbled. Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Get up," he said, rolling her back over. "You have stuff to do today anyway, remember?"

"Don't remind me," Sam griped, slowly sliding off the edge of the bed. Her feet landed with a very soft thud on the carpet.

"Just do it," Freddie begged. "I'm sick of you two fighting."

"She doesn't exactly deserve my forgiveness," Sam replied, digging through her suitcase to find clothes for the day.

"Sam, it was years ago. Besides, the important thing is we both know the truth and we're together again, right?" Sam sighed in protest.

"I guess you're right," she mumbled under her breath. Freddie smirked.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked playfully. Sam rolled her eyes.

"You're right," she said, her voice loud and irritated. Freddie smiled, slinging an arm around her shoulder and squeezing her briefly.

"That's what I thought," he teased. She stuck her tongue out at him and ducked out of his grip, heading towards the closet to change.

"I'll go talk to her when I'm dressed," she called from behind the closet door.

"Good," Freddie responded, throwing on a pair of jeans and a button up shirt. "You guys really need to sort this whole thing out."

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Sam found herself outside the Shay's apartment, knocking impatiently on the door. Grumpy thoughts ran through her head as she stood tapping her foot, waiting for someone to answer the door.

"Why does my boyfriend have to be so damn adorable?" she muttered angrily under her breath. "If anyone else was telling me to do this, I wouldn't be here right now." Finally, the door to the Shay's apartment opened, revealing a very disgruntled Carly.

"Sam," she said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"My ass of an extremely cute boyfriend made me come," she grunted, pushing past Carly and heading for the fridge in the kitchen.

"Did you just call Freddie extremely cute?" Carly asked, closing the door. Sam had gotten her hands on some sort of food and was stuffing it in her mouth.

"I am dating the kid," she said around a mouthful of who-knows-what. Carly shook her head.

"Why are you here, besides by force?" Sam shrugged, walking out of the kitchen with a bottle of pop in her hand.

"I guess I just wanted to talk about what happened, about you basically breaking me and Freddie up." Carly winced.

"Yeah…now's probably not the best time to talk about that," Carly said. "I'm kind of in the middle of something."

"You seemed fine until I mentioned this," Sam accused, taking a drink from the bottle.

"Yeah but see…" Carly's sentence was cut off with a knock to the door. "I'm kind of expecting someone." She made her way over to the door and opened it. Behind the door stood Lizzie, her arms full of shimmery pink fabric, pins, scissors, and countless other sewing supplies. Sam stood in the middle of the room, speechless.

"Sorry," Carly mouthed as Lizzie walked into the apartment, dropping her load of sewing equipment down on the couch.

"I can't believe this," Sam said angrily. "You broke me and my boyfriend up a while ago, you won't let me forgive you, you really haven't apologized completely yet, and now you're hanging out with the girl who's responsible for it all?"

"We're not hanging out," Carly fought back. "She's fitting me for my bridesmaid dress. She is the bride after all."

"Whatever," Sam grumbled, heading for the door. "I'm leaving."

"Wait!" A voice called, causing Sam to freeze in her tracks. She whipped around, glaring at Lizzie.

"What?" Sam seethed. Lizzie sighed.

"Look, I'm really sorry what happened between you and Freddie. I just saw that Carly was upset and really wanted her friend back."

"And she couldn't have thought of any other way to make it happen?" Sam shouted. She noticed Carly back away slightly.

"Neither of us were thinking clearly," Lizzie defended. "I had just broken up with Spencer, she was a jealous mess." Lizzie walked up to Sam, looking down at her with emerald eyes full of sincerity. "I know that you and I haven't had a great past, but I would really like for us to start over."

"Why?" Sam asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, I can't have someone I hate be in my wedding now, can I?" Sam spit ou the sip of soda she had just taken, her eyes widening in surprise.

"What?" she managed to say through a coughing fit. Lizzie's eyebrows scrunched in surprise.

"You didn't tell her?" she asked, turning towards Carly. Carly shook her head feebly.

"Wow, thanks a lot Carls," Sam said sarcastically. Lizzie sighed.

"Spencer wants you and Freddie to be in the wedding, since you were like siblings to him. I said that it was a good idea, there was just the small fact that you still kind of hate me." Sam nodded, her mind still in a jumble. "I am really, very sorry about what I did to you and Freddie," Lizzie confessed, running a hand through her straight, honey-colored hair. "I really hope you can forgive me, even if it's just for Spencer." Sam stood at the door, her muscles tensed, contemplating what Lizzie had just said. Finally, Sam exhaled deeply, realzing her muscles.

"It was a long time ago," she mumbled. "The point is, he and I are back together. I guess I can forgive you." A smile began forming on Lizzie's lips as she ran up to Sam, enveloping her in a hug. Sam immediately pushed her off. "I don't forgive you that much," she said. "Take it in little bits at a time, alright?"

"Sorry," Lizzie said. "I'm just really glad there will be no hard feelings to ruin this wedding." Sam looked past Lizzie at Carly, who had taken a sudden interest in her shoes.

"Yeah," Sam grunted half-heartedly, her eyes slightly narrowing on her former friend, "no hard feelings."

A/N: I'm pretty sure this chapter might feel a little rushed. It kinda felt that way to me, I just needed this little event to happen to continue with the rest of the story. So, hope it wasn't too terrible! Review if you'd like!

Xoxo~blondgurl