Ok heyaa. Another story. This is part of Rose Red Misery's Fanfiction challenge. Ok so hope you like it. I've just started another iCarly story too 'i hate you i swear' Check it out if you wanna :]

Don't own.

She sat on the cold hard bathroom floor. She was leaning against the bathtub her eyes darting to the top of the cabinet opposite her every few minutes. She'd been sat like that in the soundless bathroom four about half an hour so far and she had no intentions of getting up. He mobile phone lay next to her scratches on the sides after all the times she'd picked it up to ring the one person she needed to see right now, but then decided against it and threw it to the floor. The only noise was her uneven breathing. The silent tears were rolling down her face. She didn't even move to attempt to wipe them away anymore, because every time she did they were replaced with more. She looked to the floor at her mobile again. She had to ring him. He needed to know didn't he? Or she could just not tell him anything, but for once this was something that Samantha Puckett could not handle on her own. How could they have been so careless? It was just a one off and now she was going to suffer the consequences of it. She picked the phone up in her shaking hands and dialled the familiar number and pressed call before she could have second thoughts. He picked up straight away – that was just like him.

"Sam, hey! That's you right?" He said quickly. She could here the hope in his voice.

She nodded, but then realised that he couldn't see her.

She managed a choked "Yeah."

"Sam, where have you been? You haven't answered mine or Carly's calls in 3 days and you haven't even been to school." He said clearly worried.

"Freddie I… I need to see you. Could you come round?" She asked quietly.

"Err yeah sure. Sam are you okay? You don't seem li…"

"Freddie just come quick." She cut him off. "Please." She said quietly before ending the conversation. She didn't want to burst into tears over the phone.

All she could do know was wait. It couldn't be hard seen as though she'd been sat in the bathroom for half an hour anyway another ten minutes wouldn't hurt would it?

She spent the ten minutes thinking about what she was going to say to Freddie. However she phrased it, it sounded bad. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. He actually was quick. She attempted to wipe the tears from her face, but she knew there was no point she was only going to start crying again, even though she didn't want too.

"Come in." She said trying to speak up so he'd hear her.

She heard her door creak signalling that he was in her room.

"I'm in here." She said.

She stared intently at the floor when she heard Freddie walk in.

"Sam?"

She didn't look up. She felt his arm brush against hers as he sat next to her.

"Sam what's wrong?" He said softly nudging her slightly.

She finally turned to face him and looked to the floor again when she saw his reaction to her tearstained face and puffy red eyes.

"No, no I'm sorry Sam. Look at me, please. Tell me what's wrong." He said gently holding her face trying to make her face him.

She looked up at him again and she couldn't hold the tears in any longer. They started pouring down her face and Freddie pulled her into his arms holding her close to him. Just letting her cry. Her head was buried in his neck the tears coming down fast flow. She knew she was ruining his shirt and tried to pull away, but he didn't seem to mind as he pulled her back again wrapping his arms tighter around her.

It had been about 6 minutes and Freddie waited just letting Sam cry. He pretended that he was okay but he was scared stiff. What could have happened that made Sam cry so much. He was shocked when she started sobbing. Samantha Puckett didn't cry ever, ever. He held her close trying to hold in the fact that he was so surprised she was crying into his chest.

"Freddie?" Sam asked. She felt Freddie jumped slightly when he heard her voice.

"Hmmm."

"I…I need to tell you something.

She pulled away from him and looked at him.

"I… I, Freddie I think I'm p….pregnant." She said getting quieter with every word. She quickly looked to the floor. She didn't want to see Freddie's reaction.

He'd gone a whole minute without saying anything, so Sam looked at him. His face was full of shock until it went soft when he realised Sam was watching him.

"You…err, H…how?" He stuttered

Sam glared at him.

"I think you know how." She said bitterly.

He looked at her timidly.

"Sorry I just, sorry. Have you done a test?" He asked

She nodded at him.

"And how do you think your p… you know." He said.

"I… I couldn't face it. It's up their. I haven't read it."

"Aww Sam -"

"Don't ok you'll make me cry again." She said "Will you just look at it for me? I just wanna find out."

Freddie sighed. He didn't want to look at it. What if it was the news none of them wanted to hear. He'd be the first to find out and he'd be the one to have to tell Sam, but he nodded anyway. She managed a small smile but it quickly went as she started chewing her lip. She got up and walked into her bedroom. But stopped when she realised Freddie didn't move.

"Aren't you going to look?" She said.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He got up and she walked out of the room.

Sam was pacing her room she'd been up and down four times when she saw Freddie walk in. She looked at him trying to get an answer from his expression, but there was nothing. He was blank. She walked up to him.

"W…what?" It was all she could ask.

Freddie didn't know how to say it. He knew which answer she was desperately hoping for, but could he tell her that?

"Sam honey, I…I'm so sorry," He said

He saw her expression of hope turn horrified, frightened and pained.

"N…no, Freddie." She pleaded. The tears that Freddie was so scared to see fell down her cheeks.

"Sam, please don't," He tried to hold her but she was shaking so much. She tried to pull away from his grasp.

"No, no I…I'm not. I'm not p...pregnant."

"Sam just calm down liste–"

"NO, go away! I…I don't want to listen to you!" She shouted at him.

He tried to pull her into his arms, but she wouldn't. She was pulling him off of her.

"Just let me go!"

"No." He said firmly.

"I wanna go. Let me go."

Freddie yelped in pain as she punched his chest, but he didn't let go of her. She punched him again and again hoping he'd let her go, but he had a firm hold on her. The punches were becoming weaker and weaker. Freddie could see the full flowing tears streaming down her face as she punched him over and over again. Eventually they turned into small nudges to his chest barely even that as she gave up and let herself collapse into his arms.

She was shaking with sobs. Freddie pulled her close to him. He ran his hands through her hair and rubbed her arm trying, but hopelessly failing to calm the sobbing girl down.

"W…why did it have to be me? What about all the sluts at school. I bet they've slept with millions of guys and I'm the one that gets pregnant." Sam said her voice muffled because of Freddie's shirt. He could still hear what she said and she seemed like she'd stop crying. She pulled away from him and sat on the edge of her bed. He followed her and sat next to her.

"Sam we don't need to be worrying about that. Those girls are always going to be sluts."

"What are we going to do?"

"Well theirs three options: You could keep it. Keep it then put it up for adoption or Have an abortion, but you can choose. It's up to you."

"I…I don't want to have a baby. I want a… an…abortion." She said quietly. Waiting for Freddie to speak.

"What?" Freddie said shocked.

"Sam y…you can't."

Their we go. What'chya think good? bad? And i know it's against the rules to have an abortion and all but they won't i promise lol.