iSixteen and Pregnant: Oh Chiz!

Hi! My name's Sam. I'm a sophomore at Ridgeway High School here in Seattle, lover of Fat Cakes and all things meaty!

I usually hate school but this year has been the chiz, in a good way. I mean, it's been scary too, you'll see why later, but for the most part, it's been pretty amazing.

First, I have the most awesome of awesome best friend.

*Scene cuts to Carly walking down the stairs of her apartment*

Carly teasingly exclaims while collecting empty Fat Cake coffins from the staircase steps, "Sam, did you eat three boxes of fat cakes in 20 minutes?"

The blond-tressed girl pulls out her PearPhone and checks the time. With her signature smirk in place, she answers her best friend. "Actually, fifteen minutes." Placing the phone back into her hoodie pocket she adds "At least I have an excuse now."

That's Carly. We've been friends since forever and we will always be. We both host the greatest webshow of all time, iCarly! Check it out if you haven't already and if you don't, you're a nub. Just sayin'.

Second, I have a new 'fabtastic', (Spencer's word) nerdy, Lord of the Dorks boyfriend! Do I love the guy? Well, shoosh yeah! I just love picking on him too. It's our 'thing'. You don't have to get it!

*Scene cuts to Freddie sitting at the Shay's kitchen counter"

"Don't throw ham at me! Wait! Don't…Oh God! Ouch! I didn't mean choose something other than ham to throw, SAMANTHA!"

From the couch, Sam smirks as she tosses a turkey leg (hey, at least it isn't ham) ,courtesy of , at her boyfriend's head knocking him off the seat he had previously occupied.

"Sam! I think," Freddie touches forehead, "I'm bleeding! You are being such a de…"

Before Freddie can finish his sentence, Sam's smirk disappears and is replaced by a jutted lip and a trembling chin.

"Oh God, Sam. I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean to yell. Throw whatever you want at me."

Freddie picks up the turkey leg and before handing the 'fowl' weapon to his Princess Puckett, he places a tender kiss on her cheek and smiles.

In the best English accent that he can muster Freddie declares "I am here for violent entertainment, my lady. Do what you will."

Sam looks into the brown eyes of her handsome subject, her tears still threatening to fall.

"You're forgiven, Dorkwad. Now ,mama won't hurt you if you go buy another turkey leg from for her. Pointing at the discarded tasty morsel formally known as "Sam's 5:25 p.m. snack", 'That one's been ruined by nub blood'.

With a wide grin and another kiss, this one a quick peck to Sam's now upturned lips, Freddie nods and proceeds once again to the Groovy Smoothie.

This year, is only going to become cooler because now I can eat even more than usual without anyone's disgusted remarks, more exciting because I am changing with each passing day, and scary because holy chiz, I'M PREGNANT!

AN: Hi guys! I know that this fiction is certainly not the best, but I think it's kind of neat if you enjoy the Pregnant Seddie fictions. I'm actually not a huge fan of those, especially when they are so young, but those stories do remind me of MTV's popular show, "Sixteen and Pregnant." Anyway, I was thinking about it today and decided to write this little drabble. I really hope that someone was entertained by my musings. Have an awesome day/night. Review if you'd like.

P.S. If you hate the story, please don't be mean. I understand that when you write something and share it with people, you should expect some criticism and I do. But please keep in mind that there's a difference between constructive criticism and just being plain mean.