Special Note!: OMG! In an upcoming episode of iCarly they'll finally show Sam's mom! And guess what? She'll be played by Jane Lynch/Sue Sylvester! And I know it's not a rumor because it was on DanWarp!

Sam's POV

"I think…I'm…gonna puke." I panted, hunched over. Just past the big wooden doors before me was a church full of friends, relatives, and Freddie. He would be waiting at the altar for me. And so would a priest (actually Spencer, because it wasn't meant to be official. Don't ask how we got the church) to fake-marry me to him. It was phony but I still felt my stomach churning.

"Breathe in, and out." Carly consoled, patting my back, "Breathe in, and out. It'll all be chill." I nodded but I wanted to rip something apart; whenever I got sick to my stomach breaking a dish or ripping a pillow always helped, but the church would frown on me knocking over a Jesus statue. Not that I would do that. I had respect for the church…but I wanted to break something so bad!

The most nerve-wracking moment of this challenge had arrived and I was terrified. The idea of wedding him was too much to handle. I wish that Andrea chick said we could elope—it'd make things easier…

The wooden doors pulled open abruptly and I stood up straight from my hunched over position. This was it, do or die; win or lose; go through or quit the bet. Every head turned to look at me: I saw Dave and Fleck, the two web comedians who almost tore Carly and I apart. Then there was Guppy in the cutest tuxedo ever next to his mother. Socko was behind them along with Tyler, their ties and socks flashing (I bit back a laugh). Jeremy (aka Germy) was blowing his nose in a handkerchief as he looked to me too. Principal Franklin sat in the far back along with (surprise, surprise) Mr. Howard, Miss Briggs, and Miss Ackerman. The last three looked grumpy and displeased at being there, which made me smirk. Griffin was there too in full leather. He seemed pretty darn relaxed as he had his arm wrapped around some dame who I didn't know and didn't care to know. A lot of the Ridgeway kids were there—kids I liked, hated, and didn't know—and some girls of various ages who looked happier than they did at Christmas. Freaks.

Now or never, Sam-o, I thought, taking a deep breath. I tore my eyes away from the people in the pews and set them on Spencer, who was holding a heavy-looking book and wore some kinda dress. Or a toga. Whatever priests wear; you know I'm not sure…

In front of Spence was Benson. His tux actually made him look good like on our double date, except for his kitschy tie with too many colors. The sole flaw in his perfect outfit. He took in me and his eyes widened as a small grin formed on his mouth. It made me grin too (though I tried to look as sullen as possible) and I began to walk down the aisle.

Freddie's POV

Gazing at Sam, I found her the most stunning creature ever. Not even Carly could compare with her beauty—Sam in that wedding dress was far prettier than any girl I'd dated or crushed on. I tried to tell myself it was only Sam but that didn't stop my heart from fluttering.

She moved up to the altar; my heartbeat increased twentyfold and my tongue dried. I wondered if this is how my father felt before marrying Mom…if this is how every dude felt before getting hitched. I wasn't really marrying her but the idea was still petrifying.

"Don't worry, Freddo," Spencer whispered to me, "it'll all be fine. It's not real." Yeah, that didn't help much.

Sam stepped up onto the altar with her bouquet of red roses and blue tulips. They made purple, a personal favorite color of hers. Whether or not it was purposely done that way, I found it an interesting and nice arrangement.

Spencer fumbled with his book a second, causing a few giggles from those in the pews. Sam rolled her eyes and put one hand on her hip as she waited for him to stop his klutziness. Once he had turned to the correct page and was holding it levelly, he cleared his throat and began:

"We are gathered here today," he boomed, his loud voice hurting my ears, "to join in holy mattress-money—"

"Matrimony, you dolt!" Sam hissed. More chortles came from everyone, excluding Griffin and his, um, "little friend". Spencer shrunk away from Sam's glower and again cleared his throat.

"Matrimony," he said, "this woman and this man. Alrighty then…" He took about another two minutes to turn the page without dropping the huge book (he wasn't successful). I think it took Sam a lot not to just pop him in the nose right then; her face was very annoyed. I had to hold back a chuckle, so a giant smile was on my face.

Spencer turned to me after getting situated again. "Do you, Fredward Karl Benson, take Samantha Joy Puckett as your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till…this week's over?" I put my eyes on Sam's and she stiffened at my gaze. I took a deep breath and said:

"I do."

"Okey-dokey!" Spence cried like a schoolboy, now looking at Sam, "Do you, Samantha Joy Puckett, take Fredward Karl Benson as your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till this week's over?" Sam kept her steady connection with me. Her mouth hung open as she breathed harder. There was silence in the church as every eye was on Sam to see if she would back out of the bet or not.

"I…do." she said. Several people raised their eyebrows, shocked Sam was going through with it. Others (Gibby and Carly, for instance) smiled knowingly. And two—Griffin and his babe—were ignoring everyone as they lip-locked. Remind me not to invite them to my actual wedding. Spencer gave a smile much like Gib's and Carly's.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife until Saturday!" he shouted, and cheers echoed, "You may now…er…well, you know what to do…" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and shied away from our faces. Sam and I both laughed a little at him; she had an expression that didn't radiate unease and discomfiture at all. In fact, she was the first to move.

"We've already done it twice." she said, "What's a third time?" Then she kissed me. Wolf-whistles came from a bunch of dudes and more cheers came from the gals. I smiled behind my covered mouth and when Sam released me, I still held tight to her hand. We grinned at each other before Sam let out a yell and ran down the aisle, dragging me along.

Everyone ran out with us: Gibby and Carly were at our tails, Wendy and Melanie (I know she's real now) were just behind them; the other attendees were following them, and Spence was the last due to his giant book. Griffin and his dame had finally gotten off the other's face and were walking in a strut behind the crowd and in front of Spencer.

We threw open the wooden doors and the sunlight glowed on our skin. The entire throng was on the sidewalk, us at the head, almost on the street. Sam raised her bouquet and tossed it into the air. Hands reached out to grab it but one lady caught it amidst the younger girls. The crowd parted so we could spot who had nabbed the lucky flowers. A hush fell over all when we saw.

My mother was staring back at Sam and I as she held the red-and-blue bouquet.