iAm Too Young.
A/N: I decided to give Rose Red Misery's Seddie Pregnancy fanfiction challenge a shot. This isn't my first fanfic, but it is my first on and my first Seddie fic. =) This will be rated T pretty much, just to be safe. The story will be in Sam's POV through it all because I believe that'll be more fun.
DISCLAIMER: i do not own icarly or any of the characters.
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Somehow this was beginning to become a nightly ritual for me. I was once again holed up in my room. Currently I was laying on my full-sized chestnut wood bed, my headphones that were in my ears drowning out everything, due to the music I was blasting on my Pear-Pod. I was silently grateful that this was a perfect solution to blocking out all of the sounds around me. Including the horrid sounds coming from downstairs. These noises, however, were not particularly uncommon around here, especially here within the last few months. My parents were arguing once again, over something so small that a normal functioning person probably wouldn't have even acknowledge the problem or mistake.
They fought pretty much every night, although they tried to hide this little fact around me. This, however, was impossible to do. I had been hearing them bicker, every night, and i was getting sick of it. Very, sick of it. You see, my parents have been married for fifteen years now, having gotten married a few months before I was born. My father was never around much though, due to the fact that he worked full time. He did this to be able to support our family, since my mom wasn't exactly warmed up to the idea of getting a job. She just stayed at home, leaving me with her. Which was kind of weird at times, because my mother was not exactly what you would call normal. Okay, she was the furthest thing from that, actually. She had proved this to me on many occasions, especially when she wore her bikinis around the house. Picture this, she actually went shopping at the grocery store in one of them before. Gross, right?
Sighing to myself, I rolled over in my bed and turned my lamp that was resting on my nightstand, off. Muttering to myself, I removed the headphones from the ears and switched off my Pear-Pod. I then buried my head in my pillow, pulling my thick, white, comforter over my head, engulfing my golden blonde curls. Closing my sapphire blue eyes tightly, I tried my best to drown out all of the noises. This method was not working very well, but I had school tomorrow. It was already ten thirty and I needed some sleep. I was sick of all the fighting, I didn't want them to fight. All I wanted was too be a happy family, well the happy dysfunctional family that was used to be. But that wish seemed depressingly idiotic now.
The next thing I knew I flung back my covers and jumped out of my bed. Rushing out of my bedroom, and flinging myself into the bathroom across the hall. Immediately, I dropped to my knees on the white marble floor, which was cold against the bare flesh of my knees. Another feeling of nausea washed over me and I emptied the contents of my stomach into the white toilet that I was currently hunched over. My throat was burning, it hurt a lot, and my blue eyes were watering from the rancid smell and the burning feeling in my throat. It was so gross, just vomiting and vomiting over and over again. I continued until all that was left were dry heaves.
After a few minutes, I finally found the strength to pry myself away from the toilet and to get up off my knees. God, this was so extremely weird. I, Samantha Puckett, had never had a weak stomach. Therefore, vomiting was very unusual for me. With a small groan, I made my way over to the sink, grabbing my blue toothbrush. Drowning it in toothpaste, I wet the toothbrush, scrubbing my teeth fiercely. Along with my tongue, god, the taste in my mouth as so foul, so repulsive. It was enough to make me vomit again if all of the contents of my stomach had not already been emptied out. Maybe I had something bad... Yeah! That was probably it. Food poisoning. It was very common, that had to be it.
After finishing, I slowly made my way back to my bedroom. I made my way over ot my bed and slipped into the welcoming, relaxing, comfort, that I was longing for. As I stared at the ceiling, my mind began to drift to different thoughts. But although there appeared to be many, I could not focus on a single one. My mind was racing too fast, and everything seemed to be fuzzy. My vision blurred, and after about ten peaceful minutes of hearing no muffled yelling coming from the kitchen, downstairs, I drifted off to sleep. The war has ceased, at least for now. Although there were obvious traps scattered around that could set off the familiar battleground at any given moment. Then thick tension still hung in the air.
When I woke up this morning, my stomach felt really weird. As I sat up to get out of bed, the unfamiliar wave of nausea hit me again, hard. Once again, I found myself racing to the bathroom. My messy golden blonde curls a mere blur behind me. I layed there, on the cold marbe floor, hunched over my own personal porcelain god, for what seemed like twenty minutes. Wretching, as I emptied my stomach once more until the dry heaving began again. Ugh, if anything my throat was burning even more painfully, and my eyes were watering so much that I was pretty sure it looked like I was crying. The sickening taste in my mouth and the repulsive smell made me want to gag, but I controlled myself.
I took extra precautions to make sure that the taste was completely out of my mouth. By not only brushing my teeth once, but twice, as fiercely as I possibly could. You know just to make sure. By then then, however, I knew something was up. Food poisoning would have gone away or faded overnight. Or it would have woken her up multiple times during the night, with her stomach hurting. Either way, she had to get ready for school. So after I had finished scrubbing and cleaning out my mouth, I decided to head back into my bedroom.
Whatever this was, that was making me become way better aquainted with my toilet then I ever wanted to be, would not keep my down. I was too tough to let the simple stomach flu or something, effect me. School and Carly's were my comfort zones, where I could escape the driving torture of my parents constant bickering. Also, after all, I did have a reputation to keep up. If I didn't go to school, who would torture Gibby? Or who would provide the constant string of insults both verbal and physical to the technical geek? No, I absolutely had to go to school. So I made my way over to my closet door, where I had three pictures taped up. The first was of Carly, Spencer, Freddie, and myself. The next was of Carly and I. Finally, the third was a black and white, photobooth film capture thing. Which contained five vertical thumbnails of Freddie and I making funny faces at the photobooth camera at the mall. Which was taken one one of those rare moments where we were not at each other's throats with anger. It was taken on the week I had (or was forced) to stay at the Benson's apartment for a week.
Why you may ask? Well trust me it was definitely not my decision. It was the last week of Christmas vacation, and my mother wanted to visit her sister. I did not want to tag along, since I knew all they would do was probably go shopping, nonstop. My father was staying in his accountant office at the time, to give my mom some "space." So, without my knowledge my mother called Mrs. Benson, to ask whether I could stay there. Usually I would have just stayed over at Carly and Spencer's, but unfortunately they were spending their holiday break with their uptight grandfather, in Yakima. Ew, Yakima. Worst name ever for a town. Anyway, although I would never admit it to anyone I had a lot of fun staying with the Benson's.
Freddie was really cool about the whole thing, despite how awkward things had been between us lately. Due to the fact that we hadn't really spoken to each other alone in the past four months. This was because of the first kiss that both of us had shared with each other. Just to get it over with, of course. We still argued and I still made his life a living hell. But we had never had a serious conversation like that night, since then. Although there was one unspeakable thing that happened over the break, that I told him I'd burn all his technical equipment in front of him and kill him if he ever mentioned. It was not supposed to have happened. I was trying to have a little fun, and I guess I took things too far. The story of my life. It had all started on New Year's Eve, Mrs. Benson after tons of reassuring from Freddie that we would be just fine alone and that he would not let me damege anything, or set anything on fire, had left for the night to go to a small get together one of the fellow nurse's at the hospital was having.
Well, after watching two boring movies with the dork, I began to get, well , bored. Spontaneously a idea crept into my mind. It was New Year's Eve, right? We had earned the right to have a little fun. Not bothering to explain what I was doing to a bewildered Freddie, I was finally able to hunt down Mrs. Benson's alcohol cabinet. Freddie had once mentioned something about her having one, for special occasions when she had friends or relatives over who liked to drink or something like that. Especially their Uncle Ricky, who always drank when he visited. The look on Freddie's face when I came back into the living room with a full bottle of Vodka and two cups was completely priceless.
"S-Sam w-what are you d-doing with t-that?" he asked, stuttering out of complete shock, although I couldn't help but noticing that he had a petrified look in his warm dark brown eyes.
"What does it look like I'm doing, dork?" I replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It's New Year's Eve! Loosen up Fredward and have a little fun." I stated, rolling my sapphire blue eyes in annoyance.
I could tell he was thinking about getting caught, after all, we were only fifteen years old. Six years off from the legal drinking age here in Seattle, well more like the entire United States. By then he was seriously getting on my nerves, for a moment I thought about resulting to physical violent. But I decided to be a nice person and to not result to that tonight, no matter how annoying and geeky he was being. Although he did look kind of cute when he was scared- wait! Freddie was not cute! Why had that thought even crossed my mind? Well... he had hit puberty, and his voice was definitely much deeper than before. He had grown into his looks and was pretty hot. Ugh! I should just quit thinking, like now. I'm going completely insane.
"Oh come on." I coaxed, rolling my eyes once more. "No is going to catch us, Fredweird." I added, addressing what I was pretty sure he was thinking.
Without waiting for a responder from him, I poured two cups of the alcohol, handing one of them to Freddie who met my gaze with a determined, but uncertain look.
"You're right." He stated, and I felt my heart rate quicken under the gaze of his dark brown eyes. What was I doing?! I had already been over this thousands of times with myself. I couldn't ever have feelings for Freddie, the dork, the geek, the technical nerd. But after that kiss, it was getting harder and harder to convince myself of that, I had began to notice all of the little things about my so called frenemy. Just how much he had actually matured, and how much deeper his voice actually was. Be he loved Carly, and besides as I said earlier. He was a technical geek, I was the bully it would never work out. I was just the girl who hung around Carly, who loved meat and picked on him constantly. I was nothing compared to Carly, I would never be. Until recently I wouldn't have cared, but that kiss had changed everything. The way his soft, smooth, firm, and warm lips had pressed gently against mine. It had sent millions of jolts of electricity throughout my body. The scene replayed in my mind, over and over again.
Before I knew what was happening, I gave him a challenging look with my eyes, almost on the verge of a skeptical glance. I didn't believe he would actually do it. Freddie brought the cup up to his lips and took a deep drink, grimacing at the taste of the liquor, as he looked up at me wistfully. My mouth dropped open, as I stared at him in surprise. A nervous chuckled escaped from the back of his throat, and for a moment I detected a look of fear in his beautiful dark eyes. I didn't like that look very much.
"Wow, Benson. I didn't know you had it in you," I told him, in a surprised tone, my normal smirk on my face as I looked at him. Freddie Benson, the up-tight, mother's boy, technical nerd of iCarly had just taken a long drink of Vodka. I watched as he shrugged and gave a sheepish grin. Then I watched as it slowly turned into a smirk, his eyes resting on mine and I felt my stomach churn.
"Your turn." Freddie stated, giving me a challenging look with his dark brown eyes. I frowned, never being the one to refuse, turn down, or back away from a challenge. I brought the cup up to my lips and closed my eyes, taking a drink of the alcohol. The taste of it burned my throat and made me eyes water. The taste wasn't exactly awesome, but somehow the sensation seemed kind of cool. Something I had never experienced before. Then I smirked at Freddie, at having proved that I could do it too. It only being ten o'clock, we put in some random comedy movie, and by eleven thirty, when the movie ended our cups were empty. Us having refilled them three times, during the movie. We were definitely drunk by now and all traces of awkwardness was long gone.
"T-turn it to the c-countdown," I slurred, grabbing a hold of Freddie's arn, as we sat beside each other on the couch, closer than we ever would have if we had been sober.
"F-fine-e." he slurred, struggling with the remote buttons for a moment, before finally turning the channel to the New Year's Countdown.
"Woo!" I cheered noisely, as I stood up, trying to keep my balance even thought everything seemed to be spinning. Ugh! Everything need to stay still! Like now! Freddie looked at me.
"Five minutes." he said, grinning that gorgeous dorky half smile of his, as he stood up.
After four minutes we cheered as the countdown began. "59... 58... 57... 56!" Freddie cheered and I joined in, as I stumbled to his side and clutched his arms for support, to keep my balance.
"10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." We said, in unison and before I knew it his arms snaked around my waist, as my arms found their way around his meck. His dark brown eyes met my sapphire blue ones, and I took joy in knowing his lips were only centimeters from my own.
"5... 4... 3... 2... 1." I whispered, trapped in a complete trance as I was locked in his gaze.
"Happy New Year, Sam." he whispered, before bringing his soft lips to mine. It started out as sweet and soft, electricity charging throughout my entire body. Then somewhere down the line, things began to heat up.
His hands traveled under my shirt and I trembled at his fiery touch on my cool skin. The feeling was something I had never experienced before, but I knew for sure that I loved and longed for the feel of his skin against my own. For a moment, I remembered this was Freddie, afterall. Oh screw it. I didn't care, it hust made the experience all the more amazing. On a sudden impulse, I entangled my hands in his dark brown hair, surprise setting in on how soft and smooth it felt. My eager lips pressed against his as our little kiss, turned into a makeout session. The next thing that happened surprised me, he broke the kiss and I felt strangely incomplete. But he only looked down into my eyes, as the realization that he was taller than me dawned on me in a good way.
"Sam..." Freddie whispered, taking my hand into his, as I broke off our embrace. Before I knew what was happening he lead me into his bedroom, shutting and locking his door behind him. Freddie then turned back to me, his soft lips pressing back against mine, eagerly. I opened my mouth slightly and rand my tongue against his lips. Feeling the warm wetness and the soft, smooth, silky feeling, that tasted so sweet. He eagerly allowed me entrance, his tongue running against mine, creating all new sensations all together. Freddie's hands slipped under my shirt and grabbed the hem of it. Tugging upward and breaking out kiss momentarily, to slip the fabric over my head. It was just a burdon, a barrier that was in the way of allowing more skin to skin contact. I took this opportunity to reach for the buttons of his dorky button up shirt. As his lips returned to mine, I quickly un-fastened the buttons, slipping it off of him when I had finally managed to undone all of the little annoying buttons.
A moan escaped from his throat when my warm hands came in contact with his skin. Smirking triumphantly, I grinned, breaking away from his lips and traveling down to his neck. Placing small kisses up and down it, causing another moan to escape from Freddie's sweet lips. It was almost a musical sound to Sam.
The rest after that was supposed to have been a blur, since we were drunk after all. But somehow I must have not been a sloppy drunk, because I remember it all with perfect clarity. He was so gentle, so careful. When I woke up in his bed, all my clothes along with his scattered along the floor with his own. My eyes widening, I looked over at Freddie, remembering last night's events as they flooded back into my mind. He was staring right back at me.
"D-Did we..." he stuttered, trailing off. I nodded, studying his reaction. But he stayed quiet, obviously replaying last night's events in his mind. He obviously remembered everything too.
"We got wasted... and well yeah," I began, stating what we both already knew. "But we can't tell anyone." I said, in a rushed tone, glancing back over at him. As a held the covers to my nude body, although I was fully aware of Freddie's arms that was snaked around my bare waist. I figured that was probably the position we had fallen asleep in, even though I had woken up laying on his bare chest.
"Absolutely," he agreed, nodding, and looking frightened. "And nothing changes between us, got it dork?" I ordered and I was positive that I saw his face fall in disappoint."Nothing." he agreed, but despite this he said it a monotone voice. Feeling guilty, and knowing that I really didn't mean what I had previously said, I rolled my eyes. "Things had already changed." I spoke quietly, before leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips. "Last night was something special to me Freddie, and I'm glad it was with you." Then I placed my head back on his bare chest, and closed my eyes, before he could respond. And a few seconds later I drifted back off to sleep, determined to sleep of this hangover I knew would come later.
That is how everything came to be. Everything hadn't gone back to normal, there was the stealing kisses when no one was looking. And then kissing each other to shut the other up during a argument when they were alone. But never more than that, both to afraid to mention the events that had happened almost three months ago.
I opened my closet, grabbing my favorite pair of dark, denim jeans and a bright orange long sleeved shirt, along with a yellow short sleeved shirt. Closing the closet door, I threw the clothes on my bed. I slipped off my pajamas and grabbed my jeans, I tugged them them on, only to find that they would not button. What?! These jeans had fit a month ago! They had always fit! Perfectly. Frustrated, I tugged harder at the jeans falling back on my bed. Grunting, after a minute of trying to button them. I slipped them off and angrily, tossed them at my wall, as hard as I possibly could. Finally, I settled on a pair of grey sweatpants.
Ugh! Stupid jeans! Putting on my shirts, over my blue, green, and white, polka dotted bra. I turned to my full length mirror and raised up my shirts, exposing my bare stomach. Had I gained weight? Of course I ate constantly, but my high metabolism kept me from gaining weight. So certainly that was not the case. But to my surprise, i had a very small, defined round shape to my stomach, a small bump that went unnoticed under the layers of clothing she wore. I gasped, the small bump was where my flat stomach had been ten weeks (2 1/2 months) ago. My eye's widened as I placed a hand on my stomach. What was going on? A sudden thought occurred to me, causing me to frantically look over at my calender.
Oh my god. I had missed my period. Twice.
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A/N: Ahh it's probably suckish. But I would love some reviews. =) Let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue.