I'm being a total hypocrite aren't I? Yes, this is a pregnancy story. Y'know I've wanted to write one ever since I join Fanfic and I guess here I am. Don't worry I'm going to cram as much originality as I can in this so it's not so cliché (haha). But unfortunately, I can't block out all cliché material… This will be the only chapter with over used shizz in it I promise! Cross my heart!

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Sam's POV

Hangovers. Now I understand why people complain about them so much. From what I heard, it was just a headache and some barfing but in reality, these things are like a nuclear time bomb went off in my head and gut at the same time. I groaned and licked my dehydrated lips, trying to fill out the blank page in my memory.

Honestly, I had no idea where the heck I was. I wriggled my butt a little and felt the cushions of a couch shift slightly. I moved my hand and felt liquid spill all over my shirt. I forced my heavy eyelids open and immediately shut them again. The sunlight made my already pounding head roar with fury. I waited for the pain to subside back into a dull pounding before opening my eyes much more carefully this time. I was in someone's living room. There was an empty wine cooler bottle clutched in my right hand that was resting on the carpet and a half empty beer bottle in my left which was lying across my stomach. My wet shirt would explain the missing half of the bottle.

I lifted my head to get a better view of the house. There were passed out teenagers everywhere. Some on the floor, some hanging over the counter, and even one snuggling with a fake tree. When I finally managed to stand up, I noticed my jeans were unbuttoned and my shirt was on backward. If my brain wasn't so bogged down with a hangover I probably would've felt a twinge of worry but I was more occupied with finding my friends. As I explored the large house, short, blurry images of last night flashed in front my eyes.

I was standing next to a guy. Then we were prancing around the pool, drunk as hell, and he was saying something to me. Then I was tugging on his hand, leading him down the hallway which was packed with teenagers. We fell into a bedroom, I think. I remember me sneaking out of the room and running back into the party which was in full swing. Then I guess I crashed on the couch. I looked down at my disheveled clothes and open jeans, and then it hit me. I honestly wasn't surprised. Of course it would be me to get hammered and hook up with some guy.

I spied Carly zonked out by a lawn chair, wearing her clothes in the correct fashion. She was holding an empty wine bottle in her arms and drooling on her hoodie sleeve. I worked the empty bottle out of her grip and tossed it in the pool where it sank to the bottom with countless cans and a whole pizza. It took me a whole five minutes to wake Carly from her coma. She immediately grabbed her head and moaned in pain. I helped her stumble to her feet and walk into the house where she face-planted into the couch. I began my search for Fredwad by exploring the back of the house.

I started to pass through the hallway when I froze. This was the room where I fled back to the party after…after you know. I slowly gripped the handle, silently hoping my paramour would be gone and it could remain a mystery. I open the door as silently as I could but slammed it as hard as I could when I saw the guy snoozing on the mattress. Even a hangover couldn't bog down the panic that struck my brain. I heard someone shuffling around inside and the door swung open revealing a fully dressed Freddie.

"Hey Fredward, it's about time you got out here!" I snapped. Freddie's face was red with embarrassment as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Sorry…Uh Sam. You didn't happen to see anyone coming out of that room last night did you?" Freddie asked sheepishly.

"I'm pretty sure I saw Nora sneaking out of there last night with a lock of your hair." I said, flicking some dust off of my shoulder.

"I had SEX with NORA?" Freddie cried, feeling his head for a bald spot.

"Calm down Fredward, I'm only kidding." I playfully punched his arm to hide the fact that my legs were shaking. He laughed weakly and followed me to scoop Carly off the couch and into my truck. She sprawled out on the backseat and immediately went back to sleep. Freddie climbed into the driver's seat and shoved the key into the ignition.

"Um, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked him with an eyebrow raised.

"You're way to hungover to operate a truck Sam." Freddie gestured to the passenger's seat. I decided my head hurt too much to argue so I let him off with a nasty look. We pulled out of the driveway (narrowly avoiding running right over a passed out dude) and started the hour long trek home.

The whole ride home, I noticed Freddie glancing over at me at regular intervals, his eyebrows bunching up in concentration.

"Do you have a problem or something?" I snapped at him, letting my annoyance spill over.

"Um, your jeans are unbuttoned…and your shirt is on backwards." Freddie said, his face flushing. Shit. I knew I was forgetting something.

"So? I like to party hard." I said in a stale voice.

"Sam…were you the one that snuck out of my room last night?"

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