"Hey," Sam glumly walked into her best friend, Freddie Benson's, apartment.

He frowned, looking up from his laptop. "What's got your chiz in a twist?"

She groaned, plopping down beside him on his couch. Her head fell to his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her neck.

"You remember how Austin and I got engaged a few months ago?" A nod. "And how one day he called it off because I accidentally poured chipotle sauce on his new sweater?" Another nod. "Well, technically that means I'm fiancé-less."

Freddie shrugged. "What's wrong with that?"

She pulled a piece of paper out of jacket pocket and tossed it in his lap. "It came in the mail yesterday."

"Dear Sammy," he read the note aloud. "We are so incredibly proud of you for getting engaged! This is a big step in a young lady's life and I'm glad you've found the perfect person to settle with. We wanted to do something a little special for you—so we're inviting you and that lad of yours down here to LA to stay with us for an entire month starting next Thursday, June 27, in our newly renovated house.

We love you Pooh.

Truly, your mom and dad."

Freddie smirked as he read the last line. "Well, how ironic is this?"

He chuckled and she punched him in the arm.

"Ha ha," she rolled her eyes. "Very funny."

He refrained laughter so he could talk. "June 27th, huh?"

"It's next Thursday!" she reminded.

"Why thank you. I didn't know that because I didn't read the letter." He rolled his eyes, sarcastically.

"Seriously, nub, what am I supposed to do? I can't show up to my parent's house in LA without a fiancé. And I sure as heck can't show up by myself."

He placed the letter on the coffee table in front of him and drummed his fingers on his thighs.

"I just had the craziest idea!" he told her, facing her now.

"Well, tell me what it is! Does it involve two plane tickets to Bagdad and a small box of pretzels!?"

Freddie frowned. "No."

"Then tell me! Chicken soup and monsters!?"

"No!"

"Well, seriously, tell me now!" she demanded, throwing hits at his arm.

"I could be your fiancé…your fake fiancé."

She jumped up off the sofa, biting her fingertips. "That idea is so…so…brilliant." She let out, smiling.

He shrugged. "You're my best friend," he nudged her elbow. "I can't allow you to go down to LA without a fiancé and risk the chance of you hurting your friends and family. Absolutely not."

She smirked, knowingly. "You only want to go because they have those special rice crispers at that one vending stand!"

"That might have had some influence."

…

"All my friends are coming over

And I hope nobody told her

She has a way of turning sunshine into rain

I got on that shirt she hates

I just know that face she'll make

Even though it hurts, she's my favorite pain."

Freddie grinned as he watched his best friend sing along to She's Killing Me by A Rocket to The Moon.

"You'd think after being your best friend for so long I'd know you like this song." He concentrated on the road in front of him.

She ignored him for the time being, continuing to sing.

When it ended, she lifted her shades so that they rested on the top of her head. "You'd think after being your best friend for so long you'd think to ask what music I'm interested in."

"Hey, hey, hey," he kept his eyeballs locked on the road. "We're not best friends. You're my fiancé."

She rolled her eyes. "How much longer til we get there?"

"Er, about…half an hour. We've been driving for a while."

"Well, we did leave at dawn,"

"I can't wait to smell the sweet scent of California. I haven't been here since I was nine, you know."

He nodded. "Yeah, I know."

Sam's phone vibrated in her pants pocket and she motioned for Freddie to hold on a second.

"Oh, hey mom!" Yeah, me and my…'lad' are on the way right now. Oh, um, his name? His name is Freddie Benson. Oh! Talk to him? Well he's kind of driving…wouldn't want my little man to crash in the middle of our engagement now would we…snookums?"

Freddie had to laugh gently. He didn't know how long he thought she could keep this charade up, but he knew the finding out part would be hilarious.

"Here," he was pulled back to reality when Sam's phone was suddenly pressed against his ear.

He gave her a 'the hell!?' look and she prodded for him to answer.

"Hey, Ms. Puckett. I've heard all about you…call you mom? You want me to call you mom? Erm, sure, why not…? Yes, I can assure you I love Sam very much. Mmmhmm, bye bye now."

Sam pressed 'end' and he laughed. "Your mother is…something. I'm glad this is my first time ever meeting her."

"Yeah, you keep being glad."

…

"Samantha!" A tall, bulky man answered the door. He immediately kissed Sam's forehead and she hugged him.

"Dad! It's good to see you, pops."

Sam turned to Freddie.

"You must be Sam's fiance, Freddie."

Freddie nodded, shaking the man's hand. "Yes sir, I'm the lucky guy."

"Pam, get down here! Sam and Freddie have arrived!"

Mr. Puckett took both Sam and Freddie's luggage, carrying it away.

"Sammy, it's so good to see you." Pam smiled, looking to the brunette standing behind her daughter.

"I should expect grandkids soon then?"

Sam's jaw dropped and Freddie nearly burned from all the hotness appearing on his cheeks.

"Mom!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized. "Me and my big mouth."

Sam nodded, her blush clearing up.

"Can you just show us our rooms?" Sam asked, following her mother around the house.

"Rooms?" Ms. Puckett asked. "You guys are about to get married! I only reserved one room for you guys."

Sam looked up to Freddie who shrugged.

"That'll be fine. Thanks, Ms. Puckett." He said, replying for Sam.

"Finally. Someone around here who respects me."

…

AN-So I got my inspiration from my fake fiancé of course but the movie plot is way more different than this one. I tweaked the plot from that movie and made it into a Seddie Story. I know this story won't even meet the standards of the movie but I hope you guys admire it as much as you admired my last few stories. Thanks. I hope you enjoyed and please review! :)