I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccckkkkkk kk! OMG Finally! Hahahaa it's been so long since I've written a story on this site. Well heres my explanation: I couldn't think of a plotline and I've been wanting to do a sequel to Beautiful Unraveling but I couldn't think of a way to do it. So, I came up with this and I really hope you guys like it! If you do, please please please please review and tell me if you like it or if I should just drop it because if no one reviews I won't know if I should continue or not. So please review! :) So this story is pretty much about the life of Carly and Freddie raising their family. I'm going to try my hardest to make it mainly their point of view, but the main focus of this story is Alaynah so you will be reading a lot of her POV as well. Plus a note before you read: Alaynah is not stupid. She is just naive and this is her first time being in love so she is completely devoted to this guy and is being really ignorant and 15 years old. I made her like that for a reason. It's kind of obvious but she's going through a phase of not liking her parents and blaming them on pretty much everything. And I will expand on this more in the future, but she is very mad at her parents for having her at such a young age. Again, I'll explain later. But for now, ENJOY!

WARNING: Minor/Major Sexual Content (depending on how you look at it but trust me, it's not lemons. gross.) And drug refrences.

I do not own iCarly.

It's been fifteen years since Freddie and I made the mistake and went into the ICarly studio alone. It was wrong. All kinds of wrong and we regretted it so much after it happened, especially when I found out I was pregnant. Being teenage parents was never a dream of ours, but we didn't have a choice. We made the decision to do what we did so we had to take responsibility for it. And we did. 8 months and 2 weeks later we were blessed with our first daughter Alaynah Marie Shay Benson. She was absolutely perfect with her brown hair, brown eyes and her cute litte dimples. Raising her at sixteen wasn't the easiest thing to do, but it wasn't impossible. With the help of Spencer and Sam, we raised Alaynah in Spencer's apartment until Freddie proposed to me. We got married quickly and moved into a small suburban house in downtown Seattle, about 30 minutes away from Bushwell and Ridgeway. We were so happy. Then, years later when things had settled down a bit and Alaynah was older, we became pregnant again and shortly after had our second daughter, whom we named Kailey Rosaline Benson. She has blonde hair and blue eyes, making her look exactly like my mom, which just made me love her even more. We had the perfect family. Atleast, that's probably what people thought. But behind closed doors, we were just as messed up as than anybody else.

"Kailey . . . Kailey! Wake up! You're going to be late!" I heard Freddie yell for the fifth time down the hall towards Kailey's room. The door was locked, which was against the rules, and a few moans and groans were heard, indicating she didn't plan on getting up any time soon. It was a battle every morning. For some strange reason, it's a surprise that she has to go to school every day.

"Freddie, when has that ever worked?" I asked him while laying out plates and popping Pop Tarts into the toaster.

"What else am I supposed to do? We have to leave and if I'm late for work again because of her, she's grounded. GROUNDED!" He said louder so Kailey could hear him. Freddie had gotten a job as the Physics teacher at Ridgeway, much to Alaynah's disapproval, but Freddie didn't care. This way, he could continue doing what he loved and keep an eye on the one he loved. I thought it was cute. "Hey, where is Alaynah?"

"I think she left already." The Pop Tart jumped up. All of a sudden, Kailey comes out of her room, dressed, hair brushed and completely polished, not a single hint that she had just been in the bed moments ago whining and crying about how she hates the world.

"Hi, Daddy." Kailey said to Freddie as she sat down and bit into her breakfast. "Hey, Mom."

"Morning." We said in unison. Freddie then asked, "Where's your sister?"

Kailey shrugged.

"Can you eat that in the car? We have to go." Kailey reluctantly nodded, hugged me goodbye, and ran out to the car where she climbed into the passenger seat. Freddie grabbed his keys and binder. "Okay, so there's a faculty meeting at four so I won't be home until probably six. Think you can hold the fort down until I get back?"

I half smiled at him. "Yeah. I'll be fine. I love you." I kissed him on the lips quickly and he left with Kailey. I sighed. Lately, we hadn't been getting along very well. I figured it was one of those things that happen to a couple after you've been married for a certain amount of time. But Freddie and I had only been married for about 13 years, which is a lot when you think about it, but really short compared to a lifetime. Usually when we got into a fight, we would ignore each other for a few hours or days, depending on the degree of the fight, and then make up, in more ways than one. But for the past few months, we haven't been making up. We'd just fight . . . and fight . . . and fight. There was nothing in between. And the fights were over stupid stuff, like who's turn it was to wash the dishes or who left the toothpaste cap on the sink unscrewed. But those stupid fights would fuel even bigger battles. It would even come to a point where either Freddie or I would yell something along the lines of not wanting to be married to the other or wishing our lives would've turned out differently. Those were the worst nights. When we had those kinds of fights, I would sleep in one of the girls' beds, just to be reassured that someone loved me, even if it wasn't Freddie. And then the next morning, we wouldn't even talk about it, like it never happened. Which is exactly what just happened. He just smiled at me like we were perfectly fine, like we hadn't yelled and screamed that we hated each other last night. Sometimes I wondered if this was meant to be. Sometimes I wondered if we just forced it to happen. Sometimes I wondered –

"MOM! WHERE IS MY LEAPARD BRA!? I NEED MY LEAPARD BRA!" I jumped, startled by the voice I thought had already left. I heard her stomping all throughout the house, then ruffling through clothes, and to finish it all off , a scream of frustration when she didn't find what she was looking for. I rolled my eyes.

"Allie, what are you doing here!? You're supposed to be at school!" I left the kitchen and went into her room which was coated with popular boy singers of the time plastered on her wall and so many dirty clothes that I couldn't even see her carpet anymore. Alaynah was frantically running around the room looking for her bra, wearing only a pair of underwear and white camisole. "Allie, put on some clothes and let's go! You can't be late for school. You have a history test today."

While still looking through her clothes she says, "I'm not going to school with you. I'm going with Shawn."

"First of all, don't ever tell me what you're going to do ever again. You don't get to tell me what you're going to do. You're 15. Second of all, I don't know Shawn, and neither does your father, so you will ride with me."

"MOM!" She protested, finally pausing to look at me.

"Get dressed. If you're not ready by 7, you're grounded for 1 month."

"UGH! I hate you! You always do this to me!" Ugh, this again I thought to myself. I missed the days when the only words she could say were "momma" and "daddy". It's so easy to forget that we actually had good times before she turned into this angst ridden teenager. I honestly didn't realize how fast those years went by until they were gone. And I missed them like crazy.

After about 15 minutes of arguing and groaning, Alaynah finally managed to find an outfit that I approved of which consisted of a plaid button down shirt, blue jeans, and Toms shoes. She grabbed a Pop Tart, which at this point wasn't even warm anymore, and headed out to the car with me.

The whole car ride was filled with complete and utter silence. She chewed on her Pop Tart and looked out the window. I noticed her looking at her phone every 2 minutes, with no new messages. I figured she was waiting for "Shawn" to text her. I couldn't wait to tell Freddie about him. The last time Alaynah had had a "boyfriend" Freddie decided to put a baseball bat on the front porch with a sticky note that read "Treat her right or I'll kill you" It was kind of blunt, but I guess it worked. Allie was the one to break it off. Apparently, he was a lousy kisser (which got Alaynah grounded for telling me because she wasn't allowed to be kissing him period. It was one of Freddie's rules). Halfway through the drive, Allie pulled out her MP3 and plugged in her headphones, sending me a silent message that let me know that she had no intention on talking to me, probably for the rest of the day.

Alaynah's POV

Ugh, Shawn text me! Text me! Why won't you text me!? I was going crazy in my own mind. He told me would text me to tell me when he was on his way to pick me up and my plan was to tell him that I had to go with my mom but he didn't text. I just didn't want him to be mad. If he went to my house and I wasn't there, he would be mad and he would break up with me. Ugh! I should've worn my leopard bra. He loves that bra. He always says that I haven't filled out like I should have and that bra makes me look busty. He likes when I look good. I think it's just because of the crowd he hangs out with. He wants me to fit in with their look and I find that totally adorable. I mean, if he didn't want me for the long run, he wouldn't care what I looked like, right? That's what my friends tell me anyway. Well, not my friends friends; the girls that hang out in the group. They have a bad reputation. People think they sleep around with a different guy every week, which is so untrue. Most of them only have like one boyfriend a month. But when I'm with the group, I don't really pay attention to them. All my focus is on Shawn. The beautiful, popular, senior, 17 year old, perfect Shawn. All of the sophomores want him, but he picked me. I still don't know why, but he did. But I don't think about that when I'm with him. I think about the way he holds my hand whenever we walk together, or the way he kisses my neck no matter who's watching, or the way he tells me I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. People tell me he's only using my to get me into bed, but if that were true, we would've already done it and he would've left. But he tells me that I can wait however long I want before we do it. He's such a gentlemen.

"We're here." Mom said, which I barely heard over the Lil' Wayne music blasting in my ear. God, if mom knew the lyrics to this song . . .

"See you." I said quickly and jumped out of the car before she could pull me back in and give me one of her mini lectures, which usually end up being about 15 minutes long. I swear, she's trying to ruin my life. How does she not remember what it's like to be 15? I mean, that was only a year before she had me. She should understand out of all people that I just want to be a teenager. That's probably all she wanted to be instead of taking care of some whining baby all day. God, I'm never ending up like her. Her life must suck.

As soon as I got out of the car, I ran to the bathroom before the morning bell rang. When the stall was locked, I trade my "mommy approved" clothes for my "Shawn approved" clothes. I came out of the stall and stood in front of the full length mirror. I was wearing a black camisole under a black, see-through, lace, long sleeved top along with ripped skinny jeans and flip flops. I pulled out my makeup kit, which my parents didn't even know existed, and powdered on foundation, concealer, eye liner, and mascara. I looked hot.

RRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGG

I groaned at the bell. I was so dreading first period. It was given that Mr. Hallsey was going to yell at me for not doing my homework, then tell my dad that I didn't do it, and I would come home to a long lecture about how I represent him at our school. I hate how he blames me for people not liking him. If it were up to me I wouldn't of let him get the job in first place. He's always checking up with teachers to see if I was "cooperative" or "attentive" in class. So, just so he wouldn't scream at me every day, I was. I didn't cause trouble in my classes. But they only place I could get away from him was when I was with Shawn behind the building, which was where I was headed.

After all of the freshmen cleared out of the outside café, I quickly dashed around the tables, trying not to draw attention to myself because there were still some teachers eating breakfast on the other side of the café. When I was out of sight from them, I steadied my pace and prepared myself to see Shawn. As I got closer, I saw them: Amber, Chloe, Tyler, Megan, Jason, Mike, and Shawn. He was wearing a black beanie that covered his short, black hair. He was also wearing his signature leather jacket, ripped, dark jeans and worn out Chuck Taylors. I almost let out a small groan of appreciation.

"Hey baby." He greeted me.

"Hey." I said shyly. We had been together for 2 months and I still felt butterflies whenever I was around him. He kissed me on the lips long and hard and then slipped me under his arm while he continued his conversation with the others.

"So, after school?" Ashley sounded as if she were confirming something. The group nodded.

"What's after school?" I asked Shawn after the group had dispersed. I knew they weren't going to class, but were probably just going to throw fat cakes at joggers. Reminded me so much of Auntie Sam.

"Nothing you'd be into." He reached out into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of weed and paper. I knew he smoked, I did, but I hated talking about it or even thinking about it. I hated it when he was high. He treated me like garbage, and he knew it. He just didn't care.

"Oh." I said. He smiled and pushed me backwards, sandwiching me between him and the brick wall behind me, leaving virtually no space between us. His hands were everywhere at once; my face, my back, my legs. I loved the way he touched me and he knew just where to do it to make me squirm. He knew every inch of me. Well, every inch that he had seen. He made me want to do more, every time I was with him. He has this way to him that makes it so hard to say no. Sometimes . . . sometimes I just can't. Sometimes I have to give in.

"Come to the closet with me?" He asked, still kissing my neck.

But this time, I couldn't. "Sorry." I ducked out of his grip and turned to face him. "I have to get to class. My dad will flip out if he knows I ditched."

"Your damn dad ruins everything. He's such a cock blocker!" He said jokingly, but I knew he was serious. "Okay well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"What about this afternoon? I can tell my parents I'm doing a club or something and sneak over to your place." I pleaded.

"I got plans . . ." He tapped his weed pocket. I nodded, suddenly remembering.

"Oh." I started backing up, ready to leave.

"Babe, I want to spend time with you. I do, okay? But I can't come to your house, and trust me, unless you want to get high second handily, I wouldn't come to mine. I mean, we could always go to your house during lunch or something."

"But we can only leave for lunch for about 30 minutes and it takes 10 minutes to get there and 10 minutes to get back. What could we do in a couple minutes? . . . Oh." I blushed. Really hard. I knew what he was suggesting, he always did, but he did it in a way that didn't pressure me, but it gave me a choice. Unfortunately for him, I always chose no. But sometimes, times like this, really made me want to say yes. So . . . I did.

"Okay."

He turned, bug eyed, so shocked at what he just heard. "What!? Did you just say . . . okay?"

I nodded and smiled. "I mean, Shawn, we're going to do it eventually, might as well be now. I don't really want to wait anymore." I wrapped my arms around his neck, something I used to see my mom do with my dad all the time. "I just want to be with you."

He smiled. And it wasn't the smirk that he always wore. This was a genuine smile. He was happy. And that's what I lived for. "Today, at lunch?" I nodded and he kissed me. "I'll bring the condoms."

And all of a sudden, my stomach dropped.

Lunchtime (at Alaynah's house)

You don't have to do this. You can wait. He said you can wait. So many thoughts were running through my head as I was sitting in my bed, wearing my leopard bra (which I finally found under my stupid driver's Ed book) and the matching underwear covered by a pink silk robe from my mom's bathroom. I knew I didn't need to do this, that I shouldn't be doing this, but I wanted to. I wanted to get this huge milestone that everyone seems to talk about over with. I mean, my parents did it when they were sixteen, they can't actually expect me not to do it when they did it, can they? They're so annoying. They tell me all the time, "Don't have sex out of wedlock" or "If you do, talk to us first. We won't be happy, but we will prepare you as best we can". But the truth is, if I ever told them I was going to do it with Shawn, they would lock me up in my room, kill Shawn, and make me wear a toga for the rest of my life. And that's why I wasn't going to tell them I was sleeping with Shawn, let alone dating him. They didn't have to know, it wasn't they're business. I mean, the only reason they would have to know was if I got pregnant, and unlike them, I'm smart enough to know that if you don't wear something, you will probably get knocked up. That wouldn't happen to me. I won't end up like my parents.

"Hey!" Shawn exclaimed as he jumped through my window. I screamed, not prepared for the sudden noise interrupting the silence I was sitting in.

"Gosh," I gasped for air and put my hand over my heart, "you scared me." He kissed me and sat on the bed.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you." I smiled a stupid, giddy, ear to ear smile unwillingly. He smiled back, but I was pretty sure he was laughing at me which caused me to blush. We stared at each other for a good few minutes before he started to take off my robe. I froze. I didn't know what to do so I just let it happen. I just sat there. I just sat there when he kissed me . . . everywhere; my legs, my chest, my neck. I just sat there when he unclipped my bra like a pro, like he'd done it a thousand times before, which he probably had. I just sat there when he took off all his clothes besides his underwear. I just laid there when he climbed on top of me and put his hands wherever he wanted to, as if I was his property. I just laid there when he removed the rest of our clothing and all that had ever been mine was also his now. I just laid there when he rolled on a condom. I just laid there the whole time, crying silently, and wishing it could be over. I didn't look at Shawn and I didn't want to. He didn't even seem to care that it was my first time and when I thought about it, why would he? He had done this millions of times. He probably didn't even remember his first time or how scared or nervous he was, if he was even those things. But I was. And I needed someone to ask me if I was okay and even if I said yes, they would ask again, because they knew I was lying. That's who I needed. But I settled. I settled for someone who didn't care if I was hurt, but only cared about what I was wearing and how my boobs looked. I settled for Shawn.

After he left, I just laid there. I just laid there until my parents came home and I told them I didn't feel good so I came home at lunch. I just laid there when Kailey wanted to play dolls with me but eventually went to play with dad. I just laid there when Shawn called me to "schedule" another time we could do it. I just laid there and cried.

Sooooo? Whadya think? Should I continue or just stop completely b/c no one is going to read this and I will be spending hours of my time publishing stories that only I will ever read? Please tell me in the review! And again, I will elaborate on the whole Alaynah situation and why she's so angry with her parents as we get farther into the story, that is, if I continue! Oh, and I wanted to add there will be much more of other characters (Sam, Spencer and their families) but this was just an intro, like a pilot ep for a tv show. So thank you for reading! I really appreiciate it! Please review and have a great day! :):)