Alright, alright, another short filler! Sue me!

Freddie's POV

"Ouch!" I yelped, "Gibby!" I let out a pained breath and my hands clutched the tie on my throat. I didn't know how to tie one but Gibby did, so he began to tie it for me when he practically choked me to death.

"It ain't my fault!" he said as I loosened the chokehold the tie had. "These cheap-o ties are the worst."

"Hey, don't insult Tyler's ties!" Spencer said from across the bedroom. We were residing in his room to get ready for the wedding. I had borrowed one of Spence's old suits considering I couldn't go into my own closet. Most of them were multicolored with zigzag and polka-dot patterns. I had to look through his entire bedroom before I found a plain black one with no flashing neon lights. But none of his ties were really normal; he bought them all from Socko's cousin Tyler, and they were equal in the crazy factor with his socks. Some had little pictures that moved, others had odd patterns, and a few even said things aloud. I settled on the one that was the most normal: a blue-and-green-and-red one. See my problem?

Gibby didn't apologize to Spencer; he just went back to trying to get my tie on right. He wasn't succeeding, and I had a feeling he'd kill me before the wedding. I'd rather him kill me—I wasn't up to marrying Sam. But for different reasons than when the bet was first revealed to be that I'd marry her.

Over the course of two days I had somehow…changed towards Sam. Before we sort of hated each other and went through with the bet to humiliate the other. I tried to make her crack so she would lose and vice versa. It was a war between us; one would win and one would lose.

Then we fake-dated and I found myself almost enjoying how she clung to my arm, winked at me, and acted like she liked my presence. It made me feel nice—made me feel loved. I told myself not to feel nice because she didn't like me like that. I told myself not to feel nice because I didn't like her like that. However, that night at the Cheesecake Warehouse made me so angry. That waiter was a total flirt to Sam and he knew she was there with me, which made me even madder. I lost it and socked him in the face, which caused us to get kicked out. Sam waited with me by the curb after we'd run and made me feel better. The jealousy was real but when she asked I said it was an act. She seemed upset at that but didn't let on.

At the proposal a day later, I spouted all these mushy, romantic, heartfelt things to her, and it felt real…right. I said things I probably would say to my future wife when I proposed. It was as if I really did want to marry Sam. This led to me thinking over and over…

Was I falling in love with Sam?

Sam's POV

I glared at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a wedding gown Carly had bought for me while I was out rescuing Fredlame from his high tower. It was long and trailed so far behind me I'd need someone to carry it so I didn't slip. It was made of pure silk and sequins were on the neckline. There were gauzy sleeves that sparkled when they hit the light. It made me look pretty. I didn't want to look pretty; I didn't want the dork to think I wanted to look good for him.

"Oh, Sam, you are gor-ge-ous!" Carly said, stretching out all the syllables of the last word.

"Ah, shut up." I said, turning my glare unto her. She crumpled her forehead in puzzlement and went over to sit on her bed. Since it's, like, a super-old tradition that the bride and groom can't see each other before the ceremony, Freddie was with Gibby and Spencer in Spencer's bedroom and I was with Carly, Wendy, and Melanie—my maid of honor and bridesmaids; Freddie's best man was Gibby—in Carly's bedroom. All of them gave me weird looks when I told Carls to shut up.

"What's the prob, sis?" Melanie asked, standing. The two of us looked very similar (though her dress was pink and sleeveless) in our gowns but somehow I felt prettier. It sucked. I sighed and collapsed on Carly's bed. The three stared at me as they awaited an answer. I said "I don't want to marry Fredmunch."

"You're not really marrying Fredmu—Freddie." Wendy said, giggling a bit at her mistake, "It's only pretend!"

"Thank you, Captain Duh!" I said forcefully, and Wendy shrunk back in her chair.

"What's the matter with you?" Carly asked, throwing her hands up in the arm in a melodramatic way. I knew what the matter with me was: I was starting to feel something towards Freddie.

Shoot me, put me in an insane asylum, place me in a home, whatever. It's true. I don't know but after only two days I started to feel like I liked Freddie more. The way he treated me over the couple of days made me feel special—the proposal made me feel like a guy could actually find me perfect. It was fake, no chiz, but I felt pleasant. However, he punched Finn the Flirty Waiter, and his anger was too realistic to be an act like he said. I couldn't believe him; it just didn't seem possible. This is why one question kept nagging me:

Was Freddie falling in love with me? This gave me another hard-to-answer question…

Was I falling back?

It's an important filler though y'all hate the lack of action.