Carly's POV
Everything seems so surreal. I'm only SEVENTEEN years old! What if it's true? God, what if it IS true? Calm down, I tell myself. So you're late, you're eating a lot, your boobs are getting kinda tender, and you're crying all the time. Can't prove all that much. Or can it?
Only one way to find out.
Run to the convenience store. About eight blocks away.
I've heard that a test is accurate something like 98% of the time, so I'll take two, no three, just to be sure.
I pay for my tests, ignoring the look the cashier is giving me, and run back home. Oh God, what if it's true? How will I break the news to everyone? How will I tell Sam?
Little did I know that Sam had gotten herself into some trouble of her own…
Sam's POV
Oh God no.
WHY?
HOW? No wait, I know how it happened. But WHY did it happen?
I gotta go find me a test. I gotta know if this is the real thing.
I run out of my house and down the street. I start to run for the one closer to Carly's apartment, but then I change my mind. I don't want any risk of her seeing me buying the tests. So I run in the opposite direction, toward the pharmacy.
I never go in there, cause I really don't have much of a need for medicine. But whatever.
I get three tests, cause I want the real answer.
I walk out of the pharmacy and run home.
I stop at my front door, and pause. Carly and I have been best friends for eight years. We've shared everything together. Well, almost. If I'm going to be doing this thing, I want her to be there with me. So, I hurry out towards Bushwell.
Little did we know how much trouble those tests were going to cause in the lives of us, Freddie, Spencer, and everyone we know.