Here ya go, y'all! Chapter 8!

"That looks magnificent on you, sweetie!" the dress designer declared, walking around the blonde several times.

Sam stared at the light pink, ankle length dress, with the small crystals sewn into the hem and around the waist, a horrified expression plastered on her face.

"Um, no." Suzie shook her head.

"Yeah, duh." Sam growled, stomping back into the white dressing room to put something else on. The last ten dresses the forty year old woman had her try on were either pink, pink, or pink! They didn't even match the theme in anyway at all. The colors for the wedding would be purple and white. She had her try on one white dress and it look horrible on Sam.

"Here, try this one on, kid." Suzie said from behind the door, tossing a silky dress over it.

Sam grinned as she looked at it, slipping into it quickly. She left the stall and posed for Suzie and the red haired clerk.

"Fabulous, darling!" Suzie exclaimed with a fake British accent, a huge grin playing on her lips.

Sam laughed, not waiting for the clerk's advise, and ran back into the dressing room to change back into her clothes.

"I'm home!" Sam announced, sauntering into the apartment with Suzie by her side, dress bag hung over her arm.

"Momma!" Dylan grinned, jumping into the room.

"'Sup, bud?" she smiled at him.

"You actually found a dress?" Freddie asked incredulously, coming in after Dylan, Marcus right behind him.

"Hey, babe." Suzie greeted her husband, kissing him quickly.

"Yes," Sam replied, batting Freddie's hands away from it. "and you can't see it!"

"Darn, so close." Marcus smirked.

Freddie shrugged, kissing Sam's cheek quickly before going back into the kitchen.

"So, when's the wedding again?" Marcus asked, sitting down at the table, where he'd been sitting before the girls had come back.

"Two months." Freddie answered as Sam walked into the room, the TV playing in the background while Dylan laughed at it.

"Yep, and Freddie, I need to talk to you about something." she told him seriously, leaning against the counter.

"What?"

"I'm gonna invite Spencer and Sasha." she breathed out.

"What about Dylan? He'll be there." Freddie reminded her.

"I know that," she rolled her eyes. "but he's like the older brother I never had, Marcus is your best man and Dylan's the ring bearer, I need someone to give me away, my father's not here."

"Well, I have nothing against it," he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning on the counter behind him as Sam moved to the middle of the room. "but you'll have a heck of time getting him to come."

"I know, but I'm gonna try." Sam said, face hard with determination.

"Alright, then."

"But, I'm not gonna call him or send an invitation, I'm gonna go to his house." she head for the doorway. "Can you hold the fort down till I get back?"

"Yeah, good luck." Freddie replied. "Tell him I said hi."

"Will do," she smiled. "Later, kid!"

"Bye, momma!" Dylan called back, blowing her a kiss.

She returned it, throwing in a wink, and ran to her car. She started the engine and started for the apartment she hadn't been to in years.

"Oh, Sam, hi!" Sasha Striker smiled at the blonde as she opened the door of apartment 8D (- it's a face!).

"Hey, Sasha." Sam smiled back at her, stepping into the apartment. "Spencer here?"

"Yeah, I was just heading out, I'm sorry I can't stay and catch up." the brunette slipped through the door.

"It's okay, do what ya gotta do." Sam smirked.

"Alright, bye."

Sam looked around the apartment. The windows and walls still had funky junk hanging all over the place. But the couch was no longer there, and neither were Spencer's sculptures. Sam's eyes drooped and her shoulders sagged as she scanned the room. Not one thing had to do with Carly. Everything was Spencer and Sasha, and their friends. It broke Sam's heart to think that Spencer couldn't even look at his sister without hurting.

"Sam?"

Sam spun around and smiled slightly at Spencer. He was still tall and skinny, though he would jiggle if he jumped. His short, spiky, brown hair was wet. He wore a blue t-shirt and jeans. His brown eyes that resembled Carly's so much didn't hold the immaturity or humor they used to. They were lifeless and dull. Sam's smile dropped from her face and she ran to hug him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"I missed you!" she shouted at him, pulling back before he could respond.

"I missed you too?" he said, staring down at her.

"I need to talk to you." she sighed, pulling him to the new, brown, leather couch.

She told him about everything that had happened in the last few weeks. Of Freddie's return, Suzie getting married, Freddie's proposal, everything. He would smile slightly when she told him a funny story, but his eyes became hurt and empty when Dylan was mentioned. She soon came to the topic of him giving her away at her wedding. He stared at her for a second before sighing and shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, Sam, but…" he ran a hand through his drying hair. "I just -"

"Can't, I know." Sam frowned, shooting up from the couch and storming to the door.

"Sam!" Spencer stopped her. She skidded to a stop and turned to him slowly. "I-I'll try to make it…"

"Yeah, okay." Sam said, hurt thickly lining her voice.

"So, he's going to think about it?" Freddie sighed, wiping his face clear of shaving cream with a towel.

Sam mumbled her reply, running a hand threw her golden locks.

Freddie switched the bathroom light off and wrapped his arms around his fiancé's waist, rubbing his smooth cheek against hers. "It'll be alright,"

Sam blew out a quiet breath, stepping out of his grasp, climbing onto the bed. Freddie watched her for a moment, then shrugging out of his white dress shirt, revealing a faded, grey, ARMY t-shirt. He crawled in next to her and kept his distance, giving her room to breathe. She soon turned back to him and snuggled into his chest, falling asleep instantly.

I know, it's beyond short, but I still have school goin' on! I just started yesterday. I'm updatin' House of H2O tomorrow! And I'm workin' on some other stuff, let's see if I get some new one-shots/drabbles up on Thurs. or Fri.! I'm also workin' on a paper for school and a short story for a contest. Man, I've got a full plate!

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Romans 8:28
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.

God bless, y'all!

-Rachel