CREDDIE or FRERLY. Carly and Freddie are going through something that's bigger than the both of them. How will it affect their friends? Family? iCarly? Only time will tell. Sorry if this summary stinks. Please R & R. My first FanFic :-) P.O.V.s from all.

Carly P.O.V

Please don't let Spencer be home, Please don't let Spencer be home, Please don't let Spencer be home.

I finally got home after what seemed like a long and terrible day. When I reached the door to my apartment, I remembered that I didn't call Spencer and tell him that I'd be late coming home. Now the day had gotten worse. I hope that he won't question me. I open the door and go inside.

Spencer was sitting on the couch with his back hunched over. I turned around to close the door.

"Where were you?!" Spencer jumped up.

"Sorry I didn't call-" I walked to him.

"You didn't call! It's almost 5!"

"I know. Something came up. I'm here now and that's what matters."

"Yes it is, but I was here worrying sick about you. I'll let it go this time, but next time please call when you'll be late. Okay? I almost called Officer Carl and I'm not sure if he's forgiven yet for that whole "Pee on Carl" thing." Spencer shook the image out of his head and gave me a hug so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Losing. . . oxygen" He let go immediately.

"Sorry." He took a step back. "Listen for dinner I'm making Spaghetti Tacos, so go and invite Sam and Freddie over." He smiled. I didn't want to smile, but I could see that he was trying to make up for yelling. I smiled back.

"Okay." I hugged him and ran upstairs to my room.

As soon and I got there, I lock the door and go through my book bag for the drug store bag. I take it, leave my book bag on the floor and head to my bathroom across the bedroom.

A few minutes later. . .

I sat on my bed staring at the three pregnancy tests that read pregnant. I couldn't stop staring at them. Positive. Positive. Positive. I can't believe this. Maybe I did them wrong. Yeah, that's it. I'll have to go to Planned Parenthood. I think my stomach just caught a butterfly. No wait-. I run to the bathroom and throw up. Fantastic.

Wait a minute. How can I get to Planned Parenthood without telling Spencer? I'm going to have to lie. Awww man. I know I can lie, but . . . this stinks! A knock at the door.

"Carly? Did you call Sam and Freddie yet? Are they coming?" It was Spencer.

"Uh, yeah. They're coming." A lie, just great.

I wipe my mouth, flush the toilet, and wash my hands. Then I get my phone and call Sam and Freddie. They both say they'll come. I guess that's good. I won't be alone with Spencer and with their arguing, I'll have time to think of an excuse to tell Spencer about why I'll be late coming from school tomorrow. Yes, this is good. Very good.

I hide the pregnancy tests in a drawer and head downstairs. As I reach the kitchen, I see that Freddie is already here and putting together his plate of Spaghetti Taco. I stop in my tracks. Oh boy, all of a sudden I can't move. Wait, it's just Freddie. My best friend since forever, the camera and technician guy to iCarly. It'll be okay.

"Hey Freddie." He turns to me and puts down his fork.

"Hey Carly. Spencer let me in, and I couldn't resist." He looked a little sheepish.

"That's okay." I still feel a little awkward. Thankfully though, Sam walks in.

"Move over Fredward. It's my turn with the Spaghetti Tacos." Freddie rolls his eyes.

"Ever heard of a phrase called 'excuse me' Sam?" He moves out of her way and towards the table.

"No. It must be a new word from your home planet. Losering-Nerdtown." Now it begins. I roll my eyes and grab four glasses and iced tea.

"Whatever." Freddie takes a bite of his taco, while I pour the drinks and Sam sits down at the table across from him.

"Wow. Losering-Nerdtown has great comebacks." I bring the drinks to the table.

"Sam." I look at her and hope she gets the message that I want her to lay-off of him. Spencer enters the kitchen.

"Let's Spaghetti Taco it up! Yeah." He makes himself a plate and sits down.

"I'm all for that." I get a plate and head to the spaghetti pot. As soon as I get there, a bad smell hits me. I feel extremely nauseas, cover my mouth, drop my plate and run to the bathroom, where I throw-up.