A/N: Sorry this took so long guys. My mom's computer is really stupid and doesn't like to connect to the internet at random times. Plus, I was thinking of a way I could possibly start this story. Anyway…sorry for the wait! Here's the sequel to iOnly Wanna Be With You!!

CHAPTER 1

"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of of letting go and holding on."

~Henry Ellis

The clock in the classroom seemed to be stopped at 1:59. The professor was droning on about a math topic that Sam wasn't interested in at all. She drummed her pencil nervously on her desk, still contemplating why she showed up for this class today. She stared at the clock, willing the minute hand to make that final click to the 12. As soon as it did, Sam was out of her seat, running out of the classroom, down the hall, and out the building, attempting to dodge people as she went. She dashed across campus as fast as her legs would carry her, making a beeline towards the end of campus where her small town house stood. The cool November air whipped through her hair and stung her skin, but she clenched her teeth and ignored it, continuing to run full force towards her building. She reached the edge of campus and darted across the street, not bothering to look for oncoming traffic. A few car horns blared out at her, but she had more important things to worry about. Finally, she reached her small house and yanked on the door with enough force to almost pop her shoulder out of its socket. She grumbled, realizing she had forgotten to unlock the door. She dug her hands into her pocket and pulled out a small golden key, fumbling slightly to fit it into the lock. Finally it fit in, and she turned the key, hearing the satisfying click of the door being unlocked. She yanked it once more and flew into the main hallway. Directly in front of her was the door to the first floor. It was closed, and no sounds could be heard from behind it. To the right was a set of stairs that led up to the second floor, the one she shared with her room mate. She took the stairs, two at a time until she reached the second floor. She grabbed the door knob of her floor aggresively and burst through, gasping for air.

"You're back early," her room mate, Stacy, mused from the sofa. She was laying on her stomach, the newest copy of Time Magazine spread underneath her. Stacy was a journalist major, and was always found reading whatever news article she could get her hands on. Sam nodded to her comment, holding up her hand to signal she agreed. She stood with her hands on her knees, her breathing still too hard and rapid to manage a coherant response. "What's wrong with you?" Stacy asked. Sam didn't answer as she made her way over to her closet, rifling through a few bags until she came across the little box.

"Going pee," Sam announced as she quickly made her way to the bathroom.

"Have fun," Stacy called unenthusiastically from the couch. The bathroom door slammed shut in response. Stacy shook her head and rolled her eyes. She and Sam had been room mates for over a year now, and Stacy still couldn't begin to understand her. She turned back to her article in Time and began reading. When she finally turned the page, she noted that Sam had been in the bathroom for nearly ten minutes.

"Sam?" Stacy called nervously. There was no response. She slid off the sofa and began walking towards the bathroom. She knocked timidly on the door. "Sam, you alright?" Slowly, the door opened, revealing a Sam that Stacy had never seen. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot, glazed over with a look of staring into space. Her mouth hung half open, attempting to form some kind of sentence, but failing miserably. Stacy waved her hand in front of Sam's face, hoping to get her attention. Slowly, Sam turned her gaze towards Stacy.

"Sam, you look like you just went through hell and back," Stacy observed. "What happened?" With shaking hands, Sam held up the device she had been clutching tightly in her hand.

"There's two little pink lines," Sam said so quietly that Stacy almost missed it. Stacy's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"Stacy," Sam said sternly, her voice beginning to quiver, "it means I'm pregnant." Stacy's mouth dropped open. She began stuttering, searching desperately for something to say.

"Are…are you sure? I mean, those things fail sometimes…"

"Stacy," Sam cut her off, her former self beginning to show again, "I haven't had my period since July, and it's November. I've read up on the symptoms online, and I have most of them. Morning sickness, frequent urination, sudden cravings, mood swings…"

"You've always had sudden cravings," Stacy commented. Sam scowled, her eyes piercing through Stacy.

"You're really going to try to convince me I'm not pregnant?" Sam growled. Stacy quicly shook her head. While Sam was one of her best friends, Stacy feared the girl more than anything.

"What are you gonna do?" Stacy finally asked. Sam sighed, shaking her head.

"I have no idea," she admitted.

"Well, you could abort…" If looks could kill, Stacy would've been dead ten times over.

"There is no way in hell I am going to kill my unborn baby child," Sam seethed through clenched teeth.

"Or adoption," Stacy said quickly, trying to cover up her first suggestion. "There are plenty of people out there who would love to have a child of their own but can't." Sam's glare seemed to lighten as she considered the possibility. Adoption would give her child the chance to grow up in a normal life with normal parents. He wouldn't be under the wing of an unmarried college junior who could barely afford her rent, let alone diapers, bottels, formula, etc.

"I guess I could look into it," Sam mumbled. "I mean, I couldn't afford to keep it." She looked down on the floor, blinking rapidly to try to stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks.

"Wow, they weren't kidding about mood swings," Stacy muttered. Sam nodded, not caring enough to say anything back.

"First things first," Sam said quietly, wiping the lingering tears away from her eyes, "I need to call Freddie." She walked over to the couch, pulling out her cell phone.

"How do you think he'll take it?" Stacy asked, sitting on the couch next to Sam. She shrugged, dialing the familiar number.

"Probably very badly," Sam replied, putting the phone up to hear ear. An all-too-familiar voice answered, causing Sam to almost forget why she had called in the first place.

"Hey sweetie," he answered in his deep, baritone voice. Sam felt her heart melting. Even after so much time together, just hearing Freddie's voice still had that effect on her. "I was just on my way over to check up on my favorite girl." Ever since she and Freddie had gotten back together, Sam transferred colleges so she could be with him all the time. She felt herself smile at the thought of seeing him for the first time in a few days. She shook her head, remembering why she'd called him.

"Freddie, we need to talk."

"That doesn't sound good," he answered, his voice suddenly sounding nervous.

"There's a reason for that," she replied, sighing and resting her head back against the couch.

"I'll be over in like two minutes and we can talk," he said quickly. "I'll see you soon, alright? I love you." Sam felt the tears fill her eyes again.

"I love you too," she replied. She heard Freddie sigh in relief. "What?"

"You said you love me too, that obviously means you're not dumping me." The tears began to roll down Sam's eyes. She didn't care enough to brush them away.

"That's the problem," Sam choked out, struggling to form the words, "I am."

A/N: Just so there's no confusion about the time period, they're currently in their junior year of college. This story will go back and fourth in time. So, the present is during their junior year in college, and the past is during the summer…a year after Sam and Freddie got back together. Hope that clears things up about the time. And don't hate me for this chapter, I had to put it in to fit the story. R&R!

Xoxo~blondgurl