AN: Hey, I'm so sorry it's been so long. Anyway, here's the second part of the story. There's a short epilogue thing at the end which I found very fun to write. So in this chapter, once again, if I've used she, he, him or her for the opposite gender, they have quote mark things around them. But at the one point in the story, I think it's just before the wedding, I stopped doing that because, well, the story sorta explains it anyway. So I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! x

Disclaimer: This was a request story so the original idea doesn't belong to me, but the writing belongs to me. I also DON'T own iCarly. x

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Three weeks had passed since that horror of a bet was made. It was only a week until the wedding...

Rule 4 - Continue this challenge even if it means at the wedding and after the wedding until someone gives up.

"Hey," Sam said brightly, walking into 'his' and Freddie's bedroom and giving Freddie a quick kiss. "So Carly's given you homework, eh?"

"Yep," Freddie sighed, looking up from the magazines in front of 'her'. "These magazines are no help at all though."

"I think, at this point, she's trying to make us break. Because it's come clear to her that we're okay doing this. She just doesn't want us to get married like this..."

"I don't blame her though," Freddie stated as Sam sat down beside 'her'. "Dang, these jeans are so tight. How do you wear these on a daily basis?"

"I'm used to it," Sam shrugged. "You could always give up and go back to the sort of jeans you wear. I will admit that these are actually quite comfortable. I might have to take them from you even when the bet is over."

"I'm not giving up," Freddie told Sam firmly.

"And neither am I. I guess I'll just have to put up with these striped shirts a little while longer," Sam commented, rolling 'his' eyes. "By the way, it's your turn to cook tonight."

"No, it's your turn. It's a Saturday."

"Nope. I cooked last night if you don't remember."

"I don't think ordering a takeout counts as cooking. And I was the one who picked up the takeout on my way back from Carly's."

Sam nudged Freddie in the side playfully. "At least it was something to eat."

"Fine, I'll cook," Freddie conceded, standing up. "Oh, and could you message Carly for me and tell her there's no way she's getting me into heels for the wedding."

"Nope," Sam chuckled as Freddie left the room. 'He' grabbed the phone and clicked on Carly's number. "Oh, hey, Carls. Freddie asked me to tell you that 'she' wants the highest heels you can find. - Yes, that would be amazing; I'll tell Freddie."

...

"Hey, hey," Freddie smiled, entering the house late like every night. 'She' dropped down beside Sam, who was sat eating an entire ham. "How are you?"

"Fine," Sam said bluntly.

"Hey, what's up? Why are you in a mood?" Freddie frowned, putting an arm around Sam.

"You've been home late every day, dude," Sam said, pushing 'her' to the side. 'He' stood up and headed upstairs. "I'm going to bed."

"Sam," Freddie sighed, rolling 'her' eyes and following Sam upstairs. "Don't be moody with me. Blame Carly if you wanna blame anyone."

Sam didn't reply. 'He' threw bedding out of the room then slammed the door. "You're sleeping on the couch since you'll probably be up early again, too."

Freddie sighed again before going back downstairs. There was no point arguing with Sam this late at night. "Stupid wedding planning."

...

The night before the wedding had finally come.

"Do you have to go?" Freddie whined, watching as Sam began to pack a bag in the couple's bedroom.

"Yes," Sam rolled 'his' eyes and continued to throw stuff into the bag. "And you have to pack one too for our honeymoon tomorrow night."

"I've done that already," Freddie said, sitting down on the bed. "So are you excited for tomorrow?"

Sam mumbled something very incoherent.

"What was that?" Freddie asked softly.

Sam sat down beside Freddie and let out a loud sigh. "I'm nervous, okay?"

"Nervous?"

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Sam muttered, resting 'his' head on Freddie's shoulder. "Great mocking material for the rest of my life."

"No, um, I'm a little nervous, too," Freddie smiled weakly. "I mean, I never imagined going to my wedding in a dress."

Sam laughed. "Maybe we went a little overboard with this bet."

"And you say that now?" Freddie chuckled. "You sure you're okay about this?"

"I'm not losing out on a thousand bucks," Sam said firmly.

"Yeah, neither do I," Freddie agreed. "But, um, maybe we don't have to do that."

"What?"

"What if we make another agreement?" Freddie suggested. Sam sat up to look directly at 'her'. "What if I make sure there's a wedding dress for you in the room and you make sure there's a suit for me in the room, too? Then at any point during the wedding we wanna swap back, we can. You okay with that?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Alright," Freddie stood up. "You ready to go then?"

"Ready than I'll ever be," Sam said, grabbing the bag and heading out the room. "This will be our first night alone in three years, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

...

The next day, Sam needed a moment to herself before the wedding. She found a little corner behind the curtains and sat there for a few minutes, taking a few deep breaths.

Just then, as Sam got to her feet to leave, Carly appeared. She smiled and stepped beside her best friend. "Hey," she said softly. "How are you?"

"Terrified," Sam said bluntly, shrugging. "I guess that's normal, though, right? Maybe I should've read some of those wedding magazines you bought for me."

"It's completely normal," Carly assured Sam, chuckling slightly. "So are you just nervous?"

"And excited," Sam added quickly, smiling. Though her face then dropped. "But, um, there is one small thing..."

"What's up?" Carly asked, placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"Look, I know this is gonna sound crazy, but-"

"Sound crazy?" Carly scoffed. "This wedding is the definition of crazy, Sam! You're getting married the wrong way round!"

"But," Sam continued, rolling her eyes. "Ever since I was little, I had dreamed of my wedding. A big white over-the-top dress and the biggest wedding cake possible. But...that's not happened, has it?"

Carly's expression softened. "What do you mean? Do you not like the decorations or the cake or the food planned or where you're going for the honeymoon or-"

"Carly, that's all fine," Sam sighed, sitting back down. "But you're right; we're getting married the wrong way."

"It's not completely the wrong way," Carly commented, trying to lighten the mood. She also sat down. "A lot of couples get married like this these days."

"I'm not convinced," Sam mumbled.

"Then what did you picture your wedding to be like, Sam?" Carly asked. "And you can always switch back if you don't wanna get married this way."

"No way!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm not giving up now!"

"But what about yours and Freddie's little agreement from last night?" Carly questioned, raising an eyebrow. Sam looked at Carly, confused. "Oh, um, Freddie told me about it last night. But anyway, he said you both agreed that you'd switch back any time you wanted during the wedding; how about you just do that?"

"Because I just don't wanna give up," Sam moaned. "And I'm about to say anything thing which you must never repeat, got it?"

"Deal," Carly nodded, shaking the hand Sam held out.

"I, um, whenever I pictured my perfect wedding, I thought I'd feel like a princess," Sam sighed. "I thought I'd look in the mirror at myself and take a million pictures just so I could remember the day for the first time in the life that I was a princess. But, now, since this is all upside down and inside out, I'll never have that."

"Hey, I bet Freddie will think you're a princess and treat you like a princess no matter what you're wearing," Carly smiled. "And just because you're in a suit and not a 'big white over-the-top' dress doesn't mean you can't stand in front of a mirror and take a million selfies."

Sam laughed. "I guess not."

"So go get ready," Carly said, waving her hand over to the door. "Plus, you never know, Freddie might cave and you'll end up wearing a massive dress anyway. I doubt Freddie's gonna like the heels I picked out."

"Did you do that to help me on purpose?" Sam asked knowingly.

"...Maybe," Carly laughed. "Go get ready! The ceremony's about to start soon...oh, and remember what I said; Freddie will say you look amazing no matter what you wear."

...

At the altar, later that day, Sam stood there, shaking. She didn't feel like a princess like she thought she would at her wedding. Although, she was beyond excited about marrying the love of her life.

Freddie walked into the hall nervously. Everyone stood and, unlike he had expected, nobody laughed. Carly had explained to everyone prior that it was gonna be a little different to other weddings.

He spotted Sam stood at the altar, probably just as nervous as he was. He had to admit, even though she wasn't the one in the dress, she still looked like a princess. He couldn't wait to marry her.

...

They had both said 'I do' and said their vows. They had gotten through the wedding as the opposite gender, much to each other's surprise. They were now officially a married couple.

Sam sat down back down at the table her and Freddie had been sat at for the reception with a plate of cake in her hand. "Hey, Freddie. I have to say, this was definitely an experience."

"Definitely," Freddie agreed. "And hey, I guess you were right, baby. It is hard wedding planning as a girl."

"Nah," Sam grinned. "It's much harder wedding planning as a boy. You better record this or something because this is the first and probably the last time I'll ever say this to you, but you were right."

Freddie smirked, leaning down to give Sam a quick kiss. "I'm happy to hear it, Puckett."

"Geez, it's gonna be so weird with you as a Puckett," Sam laughed. "I'm gonna train you and submit you to boot camps to toughen you up, you do know that, right?"

"I do now," Freddie smiled, trying to hold back his laughter.

Sam nodded. "So you can now officially say that you've been a girl."

"Is the teasing ever gonna stop?" Freddie asked knowingly.

"Probably not," Sam shrugged, having a quick mouthful of cake. "Mmm, this cake is good!"

"And that's, what, your fourth piece?"

"You're not gonna live as a Puckett," Sam frowned, shaking her head. "I guess the training starts now then...once I've had another slice of cake."

...

*Five Years Later*

"-And that is the story of our wedding day," Sam smiled, popping some more popcorn into her mouth.

"I thought it would be more romantic than that," hers and Freddie's five-year-old daughter frowned.

"Who says that's not romantic?" Sam asked, laughing. "Every time I tell that story to someone, they say it's literally the sweetest thing they've ever heard, Clara."

"Why would it be sweet to be a boy who has cooties?" Clara shrugged, getting to her feet. "And when's daddy going to be home? I want to watch Galaxy Wars with him."

Sam sighed. She hoped her baby-to-come wasn't going to become obsessed with Galaxy Wars like Clara unfortunately was.

"But, hey," Clara said, turning back around to look at her mother. "Who won your little argument?"

"Um, I actually can't remember," Sam admitted as the front door opened and Carly and Freddie stepped in. "I know we got married like it and that's why my name is still Puckett and not Benson. Although, I'm quite happy about that because there's no way I wanna share a surname with Freddie's cuckoo mother."

"Your mother-in-law, actually," Carly corrected, smirking.

"Daddy!" Clara cheered, rushing over and hugging Freddie tightly.

"Oh, hey," Sam smiled. "I didn't hear you two come in."

"Mummy was telling me about your wedding," Clara explained, starting to giggle. "And she said you were a girl."

Carly laughed too. "I remember that. Hey, Clara, I'm sure I still have pictures of your daddy in a dress."

Freddie joined Sam on the sofa and put an arm around her. "I'm glad we got married that way, you know," he whispered. "I definitely don't regret it."

"Neither do I," Sam grinned, giving him a quick kiss. "And by the way, who actually won our little argument?"

"Huh?"

"I know we made that agreement the night before about switching back whenever we wanted, but who won it?"

"Well, who became a thousand bucks richer?" Freddie asked.

The two thought for a moment.

"I think that was me," Sam finally said.

"Um, no, I think I won," Freddie argued.

"No, I did!"

"No you didn't, I did!"

"No, I did!"

"I did!"

"Oh, geez," Carly sighed, though a smile crept across her face. "I'm so glad everything is back to normal."

AN: "And we're clear..." As Freddie would say. (Disclaimer: I don't own what I just said, lol.) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story! I'm still accepting requests, but I will admit that they could take a while. So please review and tell me what you think! I'm hopefully gonna have some more stories out soon. Thank you so much for reading. x