Six days. Less than a week. One hundred and forty-four hours till the wedding.

Freddie sighed looking out his window. It was five in the afternoon and he woke up an hour ago lost in his own thoughts. He squinted seeing how open Chicago was. They even drove past horses in a pastor and some cattle. Freddie would never guess that Chicago would be so… grass-like.

"Where are we?" Freddie asked.

Brad yawned and grabbed the map from the glove box in the car just waking up from his nap, "Um, we're in South Dakota right now."

"South… Dakota?" Freddie gaped. What in the world where they doing in South Dakota?

"Where are the buffalo?" Gibby asked looking out the window.

"We're suppose to be in Chicago!" Freddie facepalmed.

"Well," Spencer was messing with the radio, "we were suppose to stay on I-694 but we sorta got off early and took a detour."

"A detour?"

"Freddie it's really not a big deal, I mean look how relaxing this state is!" Brad tried to cheer the distressed brunette.

"We're suppose to be in Chicago right now! We're three days behind how can I be relaxed? We're suppose to be there tomorrow. The wedding is in s-i-x days."

"Why are there cars here? I thought this place traveled by buggies and horses?" Gibby asked again while watching a couple of cars drove by.

"That's just stereotypes, Gibby. This state is actually really modern like the rest of the country." Brad rubbed his temples.

"Oooh, Ed Sheeran!" Spencer turned up the radio when Drunk came on the radio.

"Do you think we can still make it to the bean festival?" Gibby looked at his phone.

"How are you guys not worried that now it's either going to be a hit or miss on making it to Sam's wedding!" Freddie buried his face in his hands.

"Fredo, don't worry. We'll get there in time." Spencer said while bobbing his head to the music.

"Are we at least on the edge of South Dakota?"

"Um," Brad grabbed the map again and traced his fingers along a road," yeah. We're in Brookings right now. We'll be in Minnesota before you even know it."

"Brookings?" Spencer asked, his eyes wide.

"Yeah… why?" Brad looked over.

"Brookings, South Dakota has the best ice cream!"

Freddie shook his head, "Oh no. No way, no way!"

"But Freddie! Pleeeeeeeease?" Spencer begged.

"No! No more stops!"

"Freddie come on! When would we ever have the chance to stop by this state again?" Brad pleaded.

"After I go get Sam we can stop by here again! Just wait a week to get your ice cream!"

"Where I came from, they called it frozen cow juice." Gibby commented.

"You're from Seattle though?" Freddie scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

"Yeah, I know." Gibby sighed staring out the window.

"Anyways," Freddie shook his head, "We don't have time to stop for ice cream. We need to keep driving until we hit New York." Freddie wanted to get out of this midwestern state and just talk to Sam. That's all he wanted right now.

"Freddie please!"

"NO!"
"But Freddie-"

"No buts!"

….

"Pearl or ivory?" Jonah's mom, Ellen, asked while inspecting the two napkins in front of her. Her bangle gold bracelets that probably cost more than Sam's house chimed as she tapped her manicure finger to her chin.

"They look the same!" Sam fathomed. They've been at the whole napkin scenario for twenty minutes now and Sam was going to claw her eyes out. Carly sat there in silence trying not to fall asleep but at the same time making sure Sam didn't kill her future mother in law.

The three where at the reception room in the Plaza Crowne Hotel trying to decide last minute decisions for the reception.

Ellen gasped, "There is a very strong difference between pearl and ivory, Sam. Now I think pearl would go nice with the mood that we're trying to set but ivory would look nice with everything else so maybe if we go with the off-base of pearl-"

"Ellen!" Sam interrupted the lady, "I do not care what the stupid cloth looks like! They both look white! Can we just choose and move on already?"

"We have to take this all in consideration!"

"Look lady-"

"Let's just go with ivory!" Carly cut of her best friend before a catfight took place. "It'd match the silverware nicely and people would be impressed by the thought you placed into it."

Ellen tilted her head, "Hmm, I guess you're right. Mark! We'll be going with the ivory cloth napkins." The hotel manager who was standing to the side of Ellen nodded.

"Very good choice," the pudgy man smiled.

I bet he even thinks they look the same, Sam thought to herself.

"Okay now for the food," Ellen grabbed a menu and pen to write the food that will be served at the wedding reception.

"Finally! Something that's actually important!" Sam sighed in relief.

"So I was thinking for the warm up we have vegetable soup, then we have salad for the appetizer, salmon for the main course, and peach cheesecake for the dessert." Ellen smiled proudly to herself.

"What?" Sam bit her lip trying to conceal her anger. Carly was on the edge of her seat to grab her wrist if she started throwing punches.

"I believe they'd all even out perfectly and not be too heavy," Ellen exclaimed.

"Salmon? Vegetable? Salad? No, no, no." Sam shook her head. "We're having ribs for the warm up, fried chicken for the appetizer, a big juicy ham for the main course, and a cake made out of fat cakes for the dessert." The blonde crossed her arms.

Ellen's face twisted like she just took a bite of a lemon, "That sounds revolting and just plain… meaty. We'll go with the salmon."

"That's it!" Sam was about to pounce on Ellen but Carly quickly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her away from the table that they were at.

"Okay-thanks-for-everything-Ellen, Sam-and-I-have-to-go-get-our-nails-done-bye!" Carly quickly said as she wrestled the blonde out of the reception hall.

"Sam calm down!"

"Calm down? Calm down? Carly that white wrinkly hag in there wants to serve soup and salad at my wedding! I want to give her a double-fist dance on her face!" Sam glared.

"That 'white wrinkly hag' in there is going to be your mother in law in six days. You're going to have to get used to it," Carly sighed.

Sam crossed her arms, "Such blasphemy."

"Look, go with the salmon, I'll sneak you in a ham so while they're eating fish you can eat your favorite meat," Carly smiled.

Sam grinned, "You're the best."

Carly shrugged, "I know. Now lets go, we have to go get our nails done."

Sam groaned, "This is such a nightmare."

Carly started to walk out of the hotel, "You're the one who wants to get married."

"Yeah, whatever."

….

"This frozen cow juice is sooooo good," Gibby said while inhaling his chocolate chip cone.

"It's like heavens massaging your tounge oh my God," Brad agreed while licking his mint cone.

"Thanks again Freddie for letting us go get some!" Spencer chirped, happily eating his chocolate swirl ice cream.

"Yeah, whatever." Freddie mumbled.

"We have to stop by again when we come back," Brad finished his off.

Freddie sighed loudly and ruffled his hair, "I swear if we don't make it because of a dairy product…"

"Fredmiester we'll be there in no time. We're already close to Minnesota, breathe." Spencer bobbed his head to a rock song that was playing.

Freddie looked around the car and was grateful that even though these three were making him want to claw his eyes out, they were kind enough to travel across the country so he can get his girl back.

"You guys are right, I don't know why all of a sudden I'm stressed. I mean, I have days before we need to get there… Maybe I'm realizing she's happy without me," Freddie mumbled.

Brad turned around in his seat to look at him, "What?"

"I mean," Freddie looked out the window, "she's marrying him for a reason, right? Maybe I should just give up…"

"Come on Freddie, don't think that. You'll regret it more if you never try than trying and failing." Brad looked up a head.

It was quiet for a few minutes before Spencer pulled in a gas stop.

"Why are we stopping for gas? We still have ¾ tank," Freddie asked.

Spencer looked over his seat, "Freddie, maybe you should just call her. Maybe she's waiting you to call her and she'll be on the first flight back to Seattle and we can end this journey."

Freddie looked at his hands and after a minute he spoke up, "...Yeah… maybe you're right."

"I mean, I still want us to go there so you can show everyone that you actually have a backbone and show Sam that you're not playing around," Spencer said. "But I don't want you to keep having doubts and flaking at the last second."
Freddie sighed, "We could end the stress now and just get it over with… I would rather have told her in person but maybe this is the best choice."

Freddie looked up and saw Brad and Spencer shrugging. He looked over at Gibby who was still engrossed in his ice cream.

"I'll be right back," Freddie said as he walked confidently out the car and walked a few steps before dialing Sam's number.

Each ring was making his stomach do a flip but wanting to just hang up… but he couldn't force himself to. Finally, after what it seemed to be forever, the other line picked up.

"Hello?"

Freddie's eyes scrunched in confusion at the sound of the guys voice, "Um, hi. I was wondering if I could talk to Sam?"

"Is this Freddie?"

Well if you look on the caller I.D yeah it is, Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Yes."

"What do you want me to tell her?"

Soon, Freddie's stomach dropped. It was Jonah, he recognized the voice.

"Where is she?"

"Out."

"How specific."

"She's getting stuff done for the wedding, Benson."

"Just tell her I called."

"Not gonna happen, dude."

"Excuse me?" Freddie gripped his phone tightly.

"Look Benson, I'm not blind. I know you have feelings for her but you just have to let go. She's marrying me. So go chase after Carly again or something."

"Jonah you can't-"

"But I am, haha. So I'll see you in a couple of weeks when blondie and I come back from our vacation. Later."

He hung up. Freddie did his best not to throw his phone at the ground.

That jerk!

If Freddie was having doubts now they were 100% gone. He was going to New York to get his girl back.

He walked back to the car and slammed the door.

"How did it go-"

"Drive. We're going to New York. No hesitations. I'm getting Sam back."

Brad and Spencer shared a glance of relief.

"Let's go to New York then!" Spencer pressed on the gas pedal, making their way to Niagara Falls.