A/N: Yes, I am not dead. I cannot stress how sorry I truly am. I've just been out of it lately and busy. So sorry! My other story 'iChoir' will be updated very soon! Thank you for everyone who is still interested in this and that story. I love you all!
"God, Jonah's house is literally the coolest house I have ever stayed at. I mean, have you seen his soap? It like messages your skin when you washing your hands! If Gibby was here he would die," Carly walked down the marble staircase into Jonah's kitchen. Sam was sitting there in a green robe eating a Fat Cake and drinking a Peppy Cola.
"Are… are you eating a Fat Cake and drinking a Peppy Cola for breakfast?" Carly asked disgusted when she sat next to her blonde best friend.
"Are you seriously questioning my food habits?" Sam gave her a look.
"Touché," Carly shook her head. The brunette grabbed a blueberry muffin that out of a basket on top of the kitchen counter and took a bite.
"The wedding is only a week away," Carly swallowed the pastry.
"Yup."
Carly looked at Sam who was staring intensely at the garnet top.
"Are-"
"Do you believe in true love?" Sam asked interrupting Carly. Carly was taken aback by the sudden question.
"Why?"
The blonde shrugged pulling apart her Fat Cake. Carly was staring at her but spoke up when she realized Sam wasn't going to elaborate.
"Yeah… yeah I do. I've only seen it a couple of times but when it's there, it's there." Carly looked away from her friend.
Sam poked her head up, "When have you seen it?"
Carly shook her head, "It doesn't matter."
"Tell me."
"Sam it won't matter. Never mind. Forget I said anything."
"Carly, just tell me."
"No Sam-"
"If you don't tell me I'll tell everyone at the wedding what the goat did to you."
Carly gasped, "You wouldn't."
Sam smirked, "Oh but I so would."
Carly glared but then soften up her eyes. She looked away when she said it, "You and Freddie."
Sam was shocked but didn't say anything. She slowly averted her eyes down to her plate that had a half-eaten Fat Cake on it.
The brunette thought Sam was going to laugh or get mad but she just quietly responded, "That's in the past, Carls. I'm marrying Jonah. I love him."
"I know… but you asked and I just figured-"
"The wedding is in seven days. I'm gonna walk down the aisle to Jonah and we will say our I Do's and start our life. It's what I need to do and want to do." Sam got up and dumped the rest of the cola in the sink and the Fat Cake in the trash. Carly knew she struck a nerve when Sam can't even finish the rest of her meal.
"I'm sorry, Sam-"
"No. Don't be. I asked you answered," Sam tried smiling. "Let's get ready for today. We have to go meet up with Jonah's parents to discuss the honeymoon plans."
Sam made a gagging effect, "They're such snobs I swear."
"Okay," Carly smiled. Sam headed up the stairs and Carly sat there for a minute on the white fancy chair.
She stared at the top of the staircase where Sam just disappeared from.
"It's just, you're in love with Freddie," Carly said aloud. The girl groaned and got up from the chair slowly making her way up the stairs.
"So we just keep going east for a couple of days," Brad instructed as he stared at the map. The four boys looked at the piece of paper while they were stopped at a stop light.
"Coolio," Spencer nodded as he stepped on the gas petal when the light turned green.
"We'll make it in time, Freddie." Brad smiled. Freddie smiled back then sat his head on the window staring at the navy sky. It was getting late and he knew they would have to stop somewhere the next day to shower because it was starting to get gross in the cramped car with four dudes.
Freddie looked over to Brad who was playing with a rubix cube.
"Brad?"
Brad looked up from the puzzle, "Yeah?"
"Why didn't you go to the wedding? I mean, you and Jonah get along pretty okay and you're best friends with Sam."
Brad shrugged, "I just never really liked the kid. We never had issues or anything but we defiantly didn't have the same views on things. I just didn't really want to see Sam marry the wrong kid."
Freddie shook his head, "Geeze. How many people are against Sam and Jonah here? I thought I was the only one."
"No way, Fredo." Spencer said while driving. "I was always on team Seddie since the day Sam tripped you during fifth grade graduation and your pants fell down exposing your Barney tighty-whities."
"Dude, you had Barney tighty-whities in the fifth grade?" Brad smirked.
"My mom laid them out for me in the morning!" Freddie said offended.
Brad laughed, "I wish I got a picture of that."
"Anyways Spencer, really? Ship names? This isn't high school anymore," Freddie rolled his eyes.
"Don't act like you don't like the word Seddie," Spencer smiled.
"It does have a nice ring to it but still," Freddie grinned a little.
"Yeah, Sonah or Jam just doesn't right in my opinion," Gibby rolled down the window sticking his feet out.
"Ahh. This is the Gibby way," he smiled.
"I swear if we get pulled over…" Freddie said.
"Do you have your eyes on anybody, Bradster?" Spencer asked as he put his right blinker on.
Brad, now fumbling with the rubix cube, didn't look up.
"Nope."
Freddie eyed the boy, "I think you're lying to us."
Brad looked out the window, "Why are you saying that?"
"Because you're avoiding eye contact."
Brad looked over, "How about we focus on your love angst than we can talk about mine, deal?"
"Whatever," Freddie sat back. He wasn't going to give up on this though. He will get it out of Brad sooner or later.
"Wait, Gibs, why didn't you go to the wedding? You don't hate Jonah," Brad asked.
Gibby shrugged, "I didn't get invited. Besides, there's a bean festival on the same day."
A/N: Sorry this chapter was short. But the next one is going to be super long so look forward to that my lovely's! iChoir will be updated hopefully this or next week! Please review and I will see you all shortly.