Hey guys! Long time no write! But I promise you will not be disappointed because this one is EXTRA EXTRA LONG. It was 11 PAGES ON MICROSOFT WORD! I know, I have no idea how the heck I did it! Anyway, here we gooo! Thanks to Midnight08 for this idea! It is the last idea from them so I want to thank them so much for helping me! I'm just a simple young girl from England who loves to write for Seddie so please read all of this even though it is long, I work SO HARD on it JUST FOR YOU! Review!
~Charlotte~
Day 44 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: iGo To Chaz's Wedding
Sam POV
I ran into Carly's apartment and there sitting on the couch was Freddie, Carly and Spencer, all gaping at the TV. I had important news to tell them.
"Guys, guys, guys!" I said running in front of the TV and turning it off. In my hand I held a piece of paper and I waved it in front of their faces.
"Aw, man! Sam, turn the TV back on, and what is that piece of paper you keep shoving into our faces?" Carly said agitated.
"This, my Carls, is an invitation to my cousin Chaz's wedding and we are all invited!" I said excitedly.
"Aw, it's nice to hear he's finally settling down after being in Prison with his dad for stealing various pork products," Spencer said.
"Yeah..." I said. "But anyway, we're all invited to go. It's next week, it's here in Seattle, oh and you guys get to meet all of my family – well the ones that are not in prison," I told them.
"Hundreds of Puckett's all in the same place...I'm not sure..." Freddie said.
"Oh come on Benson, I want all of you to come! And you've met Chaz and my uncle Carmine!" I practically sounded like I was begging. I did really want Freddie to go. It would be the second time that he had met Chaz and Carmine after when we were, you know...together.
"Yeah, and they're gonna kill me for us breaking up and for me not being able to get the ham out of my pants fast enough!" he argued back to me.
"I promise I will tell them to leave you alone! Just please come! This is the first time a Puckett has got married in, like...a while!"
"Urgh, fine! But only for you, not for Chaz!" he said. He had no idea how much it lifted my spirits that he said he'd do it for me.
"Yay! So that's one down. Spencer, Carly, you guys gonna come?" I asked my eyes full of hope.
"Sorry, Kid, me and Carly are visiting Grandad in Yakama next week," Spencer told me. My smile faded.
"I'm sorry, Sam! But you and Freddie can go and have a nice time?" she said.
"Yeah, I guess."
"If it makes you feel any better I will give up a Ham Bar and I will help you pick out a dress for the wedding!" Carly said.
"A Ham Bar? I don't know what it is but I know I'm gonna like it!" I said, hearing the sound of food make me so excited. Food and the sound of Freddie's name or him actually talking to me were the things that got me excited.
"It's this new food bar that's made completely out of ham. The slogan is 'For Ham Lovers on the Go', I though it fit in with you well," Carly said.
"You know me too well," I said, "Now gimme!" I said running to the kitchen.
Carly gave me a Ham Bar and I munched it quickly. Before we left to go dress shopping I stuffed four more into my bag when Carly wasn't looking, said bye to Freddie and Spencer and me and Carly left the apartment. Carly decided that we should leave right away to get a dress for me because I wouldn't be as excited about a wedding as I was now, so she was dragging me out of the house to go get a dress that I didn't even want to wear, but it was for Chaz and his – almost – wife.
"You like this dress?" Carly asked.
"Urgh, no, it's too dull!" I said exasperated. We were in a store that was tenth down on our list of one hundred stores to go in and I was dying. I was literally not able to walk or stand anymore so I was sat down on a stool drinking a soda while Carly whizzed around the shop and picked out different dresses.
"Sam, you need to choose one dress, it's not that hard! And remember we have to get a colour that Freddie will want to wear, too, so that you can match!" Carly said, handing me another dress to try on.
"Fine. Urm...purple! Choose a purple dress!" I said, groaning. It was the first colour that popped into my mind and I couldn't decide why.
"Great, now try this one on!" She handed me a purple dress at me and shoved me into a changing room.
I slipped it on without even thinking about what the dress was like, all I knew was that it was purple and I didn't care what it looked like. I stormed out the changing room and Carly was sat there on a stool, staring at me, her mouth agape.
"Okay, I get it, it looks bad. Can we find another dress now, please so we can get out of here?" I asked.
"No, Sam, you don't understand. It looks...incredible!"
"What do you mean?" I wondered.
"Have you even looked in the mirror?" Carly asked.
"No why?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Look now!" She grabbed my shoulders and turned me round so that I was facing a mirror that was behind me.
Before me didn't look like me at all. The young woman – well, I – was wearing a purple strapless dress that pulled in at the waist and then flared out at the bottom. It had ruffles on the bottom but it didn't look childish or not nice, it was perfect. It had small sequins at the top but, again, they didn't look childish. It was faultless. (A/N. Link to Sam's outfit is on my profile! Make sure you look!)
The woman in the mirror opposite me had wide blue eyes that moved around the dress as I did. It took me a few moments to realise it was me.
"See?" Carly asked, bringing me out of my dazed state.
"Yeah," I said, my voice wavering a bit.
"Wait until Freddie sees you in that," Carly said. She was wearing a huge grin on her face from what I could see in the mirror from where she was standing behind me. The sound of Freddie's name made me turn around.
"Freddie? Why Freddie? He wouldn't say anything," I said. For some reason I sounded sad.
"Uh, have you seen yourself? Why would he not say something! You look absolutely to die for!" Carly said.
"You really think so?" I was pleased.
"Yes! Now we are getting that dress and you are going to come home with me and we are going to try it with my new black heels that I just got!" Carly demanded.
"Yes, miss!" I said and saluted her. I rushed back into the changing rooms, being careful not to ruin the dress, changing as quickly as possible.
We paid for the dress and me and Carls went back to her apartment. Freddie and Spencer had gone to get Freddie's outfit after Carly had called them on the way back from our shopping spree telling them to get a purple tie for Freddie.
A week passed and it was the night before the wedding of my cousin Chaz and his fiancé. Carly and Spencer were away in Yakama but Carly promised that she would call me to make sure I had everything ready for the next day, like the dress, the shoes, the jewellery, everything.
It was around eight pm when Carly finally rang. My ringtone went off on my phone and I answered the phone.
"Hello?" I said picking up my phone.
"Hey, Sam! How's the preparation going?" Carly asked me.
"Good. My dress is hung up like you asked me to and the shoes are by my closet and the jewellery is in Freddie's jewellery box because I don't have one," I informed her.
"Great! Sorry I can't be there to go to the wedding with you, you have Freddie though!" Carly said.
"Oh joy," I said as dully as I could muster.
"Don't act like you're not his friend! You're best friends and you both know it!" Carly argued.
"If I say fine will you stop talking about it?"
"No, because some day you're going to realise that you need him in your life—"
"Okay! Fine, he's one of my best friends!" I said annoyed that I actually had to say it.
"Good," Carly sighed. I could sense that a smile was on her face.
"Right, I have to go, Grandad, Spencer and I are going out for dinner. Hope everything goes well tomorrow, Sam!"
"Thanks Carls, I hope so," I sighed.
"You'll be fine, you have Freddie!"
"Will you stop saying that?" I said.
"No, because you need to realise—"
"That Freddie's my friend, blah, blah, blah, I know!" I said, cutting her off again.
Carly huffed on the other side.
"Good luck tomorrow, don't kill each other."
"Now that is not a promise I am willing to keep," I said.
"Bye, Sam," Carly said.
"See ya, Carls," I said and hung up the phone.
I went to bed that night thinking about what Freddie's reaction would be to my outfit and what he would say to me. I expected that he wouldn't say anything, but that didn't matter because it wasn't my day to look and feel loved, it was my favourite cousin Chaz's.
Did I say loved?
I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing. I rolled over, my head still on my pillow, and picked up my phone from the dressing table next to me. I didn't look at the caller ID before I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked tiredly.
"Hey Sam." It was Freddie.
"Fredward, you better have good reason to be calling me at...wait, what time is it," I said sitting up.
"It's almost nine," Freddie told me.
"Ah okay." I pushed my hair away from my face. "And why have you called me?"
"To make sure you're up in time for your cousins wedding," Freddie told me.
"Well thanks for the wakeup call," I said getting out of bed.
"So how did you sleep?" He sounded generally curious.
"Good, I went to bed at a good time so I actually got my many hours sleep that you are supposed to have," I told him.
"Well done, Samantha." He used my real name and I didn't want to kill him. Why?
"I know, I'm turning into a good girl," I joked.
He chuckled on the other end. "Yep."
"Well, I'm going to go get ready now, knowing me it will take me hours," I said.
"Okay then, I'll see you later then, Puckett," Freddie said.
"See ya, Benson." I hung up the phone.
I began my many hours of getting ready by having a shower first. After half an hour in the shower I decided that time was getting on and that I needed to actually get ready so I got out of the shower and dried myself off.
A few hours later I managed to eat and get dressed and to do all of my makeup and hair by myself without Carly – she taught me well. Freddie was supposed to be coming to my house to pick me up – in a car I might add – and we were going to go to the church together. My hair was in perfect ringlets, I put it in a 'some-up-some-down' sort of hair style, my makeup was dark around the eyes but I applied some soft pink lip gloss so I didn't look harsh for a happy wedding. I was ready to go.
I heard a knock on my front door on time – on the dot, I might add – and I ran to open the door. I quickly checked what I looked like in the mirror before we had to go, I didn't really care what Freddie thought I looked like. I opened the door and I saw Freddie's mouth drop.
"What?" I asked, checking myself over to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything like dress, shoes, purse, etc. I seemed to be fine. Freddie still stared. "Dude, if you don't close your mouth now I am going to make sure you don't have a mouth to close."
Freddie snapped his mouth shut and looked away from me guiltily. "Sorry, it's just...Wow," he said looking back at me.
"What is up with you, you're being weirder than usual," I pointed out.
"Do you have any idea what you look like?" Freddie asked me.
"No," I started to panic. "This was the only dress Carly got me! She told me that I wouldn't need a back up dress but I told her—"
Freddie cut me off. "Sam! Calm down! You don't look bad, you look good! More than good, you look amazing!" He blushed.
I felt my cheeks burning. "Oh, well...thanks," I said, smiling a little on the outside but hugely in the inside.
"Come on, we better go, we'll be late," he said.
"Yeah," I sighed. I left my house and shut the door behind me.
Freddie held his arm out for me to hold on to and I gave him a look.
"What?" he said. "You never wear heels and I don't want you to fall over."
"True," I said, taking his arm.
We soon arrived at the church and there were many people that I recognised straight away by what us Puckett's look like, and there were some people I didn't have a Blue's Clues as to who they were, probably from Chaz's soon to be wife's family. All of the people that I didn't know looked calm and they weren't tattooed and not a single one of them were escorted by the police having being granted parole for the wedding. They were completely opposite to my family.
Freddie and I jointed the gathering people outside of the church and I spotted my Uncle Carmine followed by a police officer that I recognised that pulled Carmine and Chaz away from me and Freddie and back to their cells.
"Freddie, look! It's Uncle Carmine! Come on!" I said, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him along.
"Uncle Carmine!" I said running up to him, dragging Freddie behind.
"Sammie!" Carmine said as I stopped in front of him.
"You remember Freddie?"
"Oh yeah," he said in his deep voice. "You're the boy that couldn't get the hams out of your pants fast enough," Carmine reminded Freddie. I turned to look at Freddie and he looked as white as a sheet.
"Ha, ha, yeah," Freddie said in a strained voice.
"So where's Chaz?" I asked Uncle Carmine so that Freddie felt more comfortable. As much as I loved seeing Freddie in pain, I knew he didn't like being near my uncle or my cousin.
"Oh Chaz, he's in there getting ready for the ceremony," Carmine told me.
"Aw nice, well we all better be getting inside the church," I said. "Come on Freddie," I said taking his hand and leading him inside. I ignored the tingling in my hand that was wrapped around Freddie's.
We took our seats next to each other in the church near the front and the ceremony began. Chaz was at the altar next to the priest – and Chaz's parole officer. Chaz's fiancée, Jessica, started to walk down the aisle to the beat of the Wedding March (A/N. I used to know the name of it but now I can't remember!) She looked absolutely beautiful in her white dress and her hair was in a curly up-do. Jessica was holding a bouquet of beautifully prepared flowers of all different kinds – she made me boil up with envy at how graceful and striking she was.
We all sat there and watched as she walked in and Chaz's eyes lit up like he had just seen the sun for the first time. That must be what love feels like; too bad I don't know the feeling. I watched as they joined together never wanting to let go of each other, hence them getting married. I hated those people that flaunted their relationship in front of others like "Hey, look at us! We're so cute together! Hey, we're in love and we want you all to know it because you're all so lonely so we want to show you what you're missing!" It sickened me. Of course I was over the moon about Chaz and Jessica but their relationship made me feel jealous. Jealous isn't really the word...it made me feel unloved, like there was never going to be anyone that would love me like how they were in love.
I looked at Freddie beside me and he seemed to be lost in thought, his head turned half way into my direction instead of at the bride and groom. I shrugged it off and the wedding march stopped playing. The Priest began to say his long speech about being together forever and always being there for one another and what not. The wedding was eternal but it was almost over.
I watched intently as Jessica choked on her "I do" because she was so filled up with happiness and emotions that I would never understand. Chaz started to laugh at her and make a cocky and witty joke at his new wife like how I would tease Freddie when he acted like a nub. I turned my head to look at Freddie and he had a smile on his face but distant eyes. He suddenly snapped out of it and turned his head to look at me. Freddie caught my eye and I smiled at little at his still smiling face which he returned with an even bigger smile than before, showing his pearly white teeth.
We all applauded the happy couple and we left the church to head towards the Reception being held in a hall.
"So what did you think of the wedding?" Freddie asked me.
"Boring as cheese but I'm glad that they're finally married," I told Freddie. "What did you think of it?"
"Good, but it's your cousins wedding," he said nudging my shoulder with his arm. "I'm not the one to have an opinion."
"True," I said.
The Reception party was in full blast and everyone was dancing and having a good time. The Puckett side of the family were disagreeing with Jessica's family over different things, and typically the Puckett's were making fun of Jessica's family, but you can only expect that from a Puckett.
Freddie and I were sat down at one of the tables that were surrounding the dance floor. I had my elbow on the table and my head in my hand.
Freddie's voice distracted me from staring into space.
"You know, I've known you for years and I don't even know your favourite colour," Freddie said.
"Well you should know seeing as I'm obsessed with it," I said taking my elbow off of the table and turning towards him.
"No, but seriously, tell me," Freddie urged.
"Urgh, fine, it's brown 'cause it's the colour of gravy," I told him. "Now tell me yours."
"My favourite colour? Hmm...probably blue or red."
"Those are my second favourite," I said.
"Brown is on my list of favourite colours," Freddie said. "So tell me more about you. I hardly know anything! So tell me if you play an instrument or anything."
"I can play guitar, a little," I told him
And on it went like that, him asking, me answering, me asking him, him answering, and for once in my life I was enjoying the company of Fredward Benson. We had learnt more about each other today more than any time ever. We found out that we shared similar interests and similar hates and we agreed on some – not all – things. We were still opposite but it would be boring if we had everything in common.
And in that moment a song started to play that fit my situation perfectly. The night was beginning to end and everyone was starting to leave. Chaz came over to Freddie and I and we were chatting for a while about his life out of prison and how he was feeling with a wife. Chaz seemed so happy with Jessica and he couldn't wait to settle down and start a family. I was sitting there listening to everything nodding and smiling and sharing a joke about Freddie with my cousin but inside I was hoping Chaz would go so that I could go back to talking to Freddie but I didn't want the night to end. The last thing I wanted to do was say goodbye to Freddie, no matter how much he was a nerd.
The night seemed to get later and later and I hadn't even danced yet, I just watched as couple by couple, people were getting up and dancing to the slow songs.
"Sam, you wanna dance?" Freddie asked me out of nowhere – well, not to me it was out of nowhere.
I looked at him. "What, with you?"
He looked at me with sarcastic eyes. "No, with the Easter Bunny. Yes with me!"
"You can dance?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not exactly Michael Jackson but I'm not bad," he told me. He stood up and offered me a hand.
"Well if you're sure..." I said, taking his hand. His hand was warm and I felt the same sparks as I felt earlier.
Freddie and I danced and I didn't want the night to end but I knew it had to. I was feeling a little different, I hadn't insulted Freddie the whole day, not even in my mind had I insulted him! And every time I saw him looking at me I would feel happy and every time we touched sparks flew all over my body, practically radiating off of me. What was going on?
The night ended and I was falling asleep on my feet. Freddie and I sat back down after our dance together and we continued to talk and I did joke with him about certain things but not enough for him to be annoyed at me, just enough for him to give me that look like 'Seriously, Sam?' which I loved.
Freddie and I left the reception late at night and he stopped outside of my house.
"Thanks for coming with me today, Fredward," I thanked him.
"You're welcome, Puckett," Freddie replied.
"So you really don't like Britney Spears?" I asked him. Earlier Freddie had spilled to me which music artists he didn't like and who he did.
"Nope. Do you really not like Shakira?" he asked me.
"No, she sounds like she's got something stuck in her throat; I'm surprised she can sing at all without choking." I did an impression of Shakira's singing voice and it came out pretty good. Freddie laughed at me.
"But remember, her hips don't lie," he said.
"And were you just thinking about her hips?" I questioned him.
"No!" Freddie said too quickly. I smacked his arm playfully and unbuckled my seat belt.
"Well Fredward, I will see you tomorrow!"
"Yep! Oh and Sam, you really do look nice in that dress you know," Freddie said.
"Why thank you. You don't look half bad yourself there, Benson."
"Half bad? Well, that's half a compliment but I'll take it!"
We sat there in silence for a minute.
"I can't believe Chaz is actually married now," I said.
"Yeah, and with someone normal," Freddie replied.
"What? Us Puckett's are normal, Jessica's family are the weird ones! Have you met them, they're so boring!"
"And that is my point. Puckett's are abnormal but they're a lot of fun," he said smiling at me.
"Now that is true!" I said.
"I better be going before I fall asleep in your car," I joked.
Freddie chuckled. "Yeah. Night Princess Puckett."
"Night, Your Royal Benson," I said.
"Clever," he said.
"Merr, not my best." Freddie laughed.
"Night," he said.
"Night." I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He looked dazed and then he suddenly rushed out of the car and over to my side. This was a weird reaction.
"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked as he opened my door.
"Well a Princess deserves royal treatment," Freddie said.
I laughed at him. "Wow, and that really needed you to jump out of the car so quickly?"
"Yep, so you'd be stunned enough to let me get to your side before you jumped out of the car and into your house."
"Well thought, Benson," I congratulated him.
"I do my best."
I stepped out of the car and as I walked past him my hand brushed his and it sent a mass load of fireworks inside of my body and out again in under a second. I was pretty sure he felt it too.
"Night, Fredward."
"Night, Samantha."
I left him outside of my house. I thought of a cunning plan to get back at him for stunning me. I ran up to him and crashed my lips to his and let go after only a few seconds.
"Now it's my turn to make you stunned," I said and I ran away towards my house.
Freddie recovered himself quickly.
"I don't know which part was supposed to make me stunned: the kissing part or the running away?"
"Whichever you liked better," I said, teasing him.
"I think I liked the first part," Freddie said challengingly.
"Wrong," I said.
"Wrong?" he asked confused.
"Yep, the running away was supposed to be the stunning," I said.
"So did purposely kiss me?" Freddie asked.
"Hmm, come here and I'll decide," I said and Freddie walked over.
I put my lips to his again for a longer period of time and broke the kiss.
"Night," I said for the millionth time.
"Night," he said.
I walked into my house with the feeling of the two most perfect kisses in my head.
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