Freddie saw me, and his eyes widened. "Sam?"

I laughed in spite of myself. I couldn't believe it was him. He looked so... different. He was at least six inches taller than me, and his hair had been cut so his barely-a-fauxhawk was now a faux-fauxhawk. He looked older, and a little bit more tired, but it was him. I couldn't help I did next: I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a huge hug. "I missed you guys so much!"

"It's been so long since we saw you, Sam! How long has it been, six years?"

"Seven."

"Seems even longer…"

Insert awkward silence here. What do you say to the guy you love but haven't seen in seven years and is getting married to your best friend tomorrow? "Nice to see you?" "Been a while?" "Hey, sorry for not telling you but I've loved you since eighth grade and I want you to dump my best friend, your fiancée, at the altar tomorrow?" Luckily, he broke the silence for me. "Where's Carly? I want to talk to her…"

"She's in the bathroom." I told him matter-of-factly. Carly chose just that moment to yell out, "Sam! Unlock this door right now!" Freddie clearly heard if the confused look on his face was anything to go by, and I was only able to to quietly and nervously giggle, "Eh-heh…"

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing." I waved it off with a casual tone, but inside, I was freaking out. "So… the apartment looks really… different…"

"Yeah, it does." Freddie agreed. I couldn't tell if he was excited, upset, or just trying to make conversation.

"Carly decorated all of it?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you're okay with all of these changes?"

"Well, sure, I don't really mind-"

"FREDDIE, I LOVE YOU!" I screamed before I could stop myself. I grabbed his polo collar, yanked him towards me, and pressed my lips against him. After about two seconds did the implications sink in: He's getting married to your best friend tomorrow, and you're making out with him!" Ew. I shoved him away, and his shocked facial expression told the whole story. "WHY DID YOU JUST-"

"WHAT IS GOING ON?" Carly yelled at the exact same time. Wait, Carly? I whirled around to see her standing in the doorway, splinters all over her body and a very angry look on her face.

"But- what- how did you get out?" I yelled. She held up a splinter-covered hand. "I don't get my nails done once a week for nothing. I asked you a question. WHAT IS GOING ON?"

"NOTHING, I WAS JUST-"

"SHE TRIED TO KISS ME AND I-"

"SHE WHAT?"

"NO I DIDN'T, FREDDIE!"

"YES YOU DID!"

"SHUT UP!"

Carly stopped yelling, and that seemed to make everyone quiet down. "You... kissed him?" I could hear her voice cracking, and now t hat I looked ore closely at her face, she had tears welling up in her eyes. "Why… would you do that to me?"

"I'm sorry…"

"SAM! You don't understand! You really did it this time! You can't just kiss people's fiancées the day before their wedding all because of some crush you had a decade ago!"

"It wasn't just a crush…"

"I don't care. You can come to our wedding, because I put my faith in your and you were the only bridesmaid I asked, but you may not stay in my house tonight. Go find a hotel or sleep on the streets or something, I don't care!"

"But I'm broke, and-"

"I DON'T CARE! Get out of my house!" She stormed back in, grabbed my tacky flower-printed suitcase, and dropped it at my feet. "Get out of here NOW." she hissed. And suddenly, I didn't care what I did or who noticed. I grabbed Freddie collar and kissed him again, and this time, every single one of the reasons why this was wrong or stupid sunk in, and I could care less. The kiss ended when Carly marched over to us, pried my fingers off of him, and yanked him away. With that, I grabbed the suitcase and walked to the elevator.

Wow. If Carly didn't like that, she REALLY wasn't going to like what I was planning for tomorrow.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

To seddie4ever: Actually, the reason why I chose the date October 21st is because it's my birthday, too! Strange koinkidink, huh? Don't worry about the shipping thing, I think this chapter has pretty much cemented what direction I'm taking the story.