Ok, so this one is kind of short, I know. ;^^ But, I just wanted to get across the fact that Spencer and Carly ARE going down. May I introduce the newest main character--Granddad Shay! *applauds* ;^^ But, anyway, here it is. iCarly belongs to ever famous DanWarp. Dan Schneider.
Chapter 4—Arrangements
Spencer's Perspective
In Yakima
"Spencer, how long do we have to stay?" came my little sister's voice as she walked into the living room of my grandfather's house in, "Puke-ama."
"Look, kiddo, I don't want to--" I'd turned around from my sketch pad, and Carly had tears flowing down her face. For a moment, I was speechless. Then I asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"
"It's Sam. She's... Something bad has happened to her. And I can't be there for her!"
"Whoa, Carly... What happened?"
"Sam's pregnant!"
My mouth fell open. Did I hear my sister correctly? Sam—Who I consider very much my other sister—is... pregnant?... I was suddenly very angry.
"Who?! Who did this to her?!"
I know Sam. Sam is a very independent person. Sure, she wants a boyfriend, but so does Carly. So does every other girl at that age. But Sam wouldn't go out and get herself laid. Not on purpose, anyway. Maybe if she was high. Or drunk. Or unconscious. None of which I can see Sam!
And I also know boys. Freddie may be the only exception from this, but all boys care about at this age is sex. Sex, money, and cars.
"Freddie said Jonah. Freddie said Jonah raped her!"
See! I told you she was raped.
"You mean that sleazy little cheater?!" Now I was outraged. "What does he want with her?!"
Carly shrunk back, and I realized I was yelling. In a much softer tone, I said, "Hey, hey, kiddo... I'm sorry...But, where is Sam now? Is she okay?..."
"Well, I don't know much... But... I know she's with Freddie and his dad, so I'm sure she's okay, but we have to get down there!"
"I know, Carls'. I hate this situation just as much as you do... God, poor Sam..."
Carly hugged herself. "I want to be there for her..."
"I know... I do too."
"What are we going to do?..."
I pondered this a moment, sketching random shapes onto my sketch-pad, (my thinking process...) and then voiced my only suggestion I could think of.
"Go get Granddad, please?"
"Sure," Carly replied, exiting the room.
God, Granddad was not going to like this...
"What's wrong, Spencer?"
"Okay, look," I said spinning around in my chair, "I didn't mind staying here for a little while at first, and its nothing personal, but something's come up. Something bad. It's an emergency, and we need to get back down in Seattle as soon as possible. So, I was wondering if--"
"No, Spencer. We are not driving my car. I don't have much money; you don't have any! And I'm not sure my car can handle driving down like that anymore. What if we break down? Then we're pretty, uh, how does it go? Screwed."
I swear, I didn't mean to lose control of my temper here, but... I couldn't help it. He was just... Making me so mad. He was holding me back from Sam, Carly's best friend. My little sister! I glared at him.
"Look. I have someone very close who is in a very bad situation right now."
"How bad can it be?"
"She's 17. She was raped. And now she's pregnant! And you're going to keep me and Carly—Carly! This is her best friend we're talking about here! We have to get down there!"
"Well, God, Spencer! Why didn't you say that from the beginning? Knowing you, I thought it was that kid—Socko, was it?—running out of socks to put those crazy neon lights on! Pack up, quickly! But one thing... I wont have money to get back up here. Not for a while, anyway... Bad economy, you know? I may have to stay with you. For a little while."
My mouth fell open. Not at the fact that he was having that he was having to stay with us, but at the fact that he agreed to this. I stole a quick glance at my sister, who was smiling through a downpour of tears... And shaky... Did I sound that bad?... Never mind... But, I said, calmly... Satisfied, "I can arrange that."
Carly hugged our Granddad. "Thank you."
Granddad nodded, and went to his room, probably to start packing. Carly went to her guest room, and I went to mine. Don't worry, Sam... We're on our way.
So, I kinda' don't like this one as much... But I needed to get them down. It'll make the story easier to write and read, get what I'm sayin'? I'm not sure when my next update will be--I'm kind of stuck. I'm not sure how I'm going to do Sam's pregnancy months, because... To be honest, I don't really want to write that part... I might make one chapter to those 9 months, so... I'll update as soon as possible. ~Maddie the Cattie
