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Chapter 6
Sam stood in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom and smoothed down her dress. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun for the first time since her last dance recital in fifth grade. She hated her new dress; it was black and made her look too pale. It fell right above her knees with cap sleeves and a low back. It was a nice dress, Carly had picked it out. It did however make her look remarkably thin for 17 weeks pregnant.
"Ready?" Freddie asked from the doorway where he was fixing his tie.
"I think so; can you help me with my necklace?" Freddie came up behind her and took the necklace from her hand and strung it around her neck clasping it. It had been her great grandmothers, then her grandmothers, then her mothers, and Melanie insisted Sam have it. Sam reached up and lightly touched the pendant and smiled weakly.
"Let's go," she said taking her husband's hand and walking out of the apartment. They met Marissa Benson in the lobby who hugged Sam awkwardly before they left. The car ride to the church was silent as Freddie drove with Sam in the passenger seat and his mom in the back. Once they arrived Sam was greeted by some of her mom's coworkers and a few old boyfriends.
"Samantha," one greeted with a thick Italian accent moving to kiss her cheek. "Come va?"
"va bene," she said shrugging.
"Mi dispiace molto per la tua perdita," he said.
"Grazie," she thanked him before walking into the sanctuary where most people were already seated.
"Sam," Tasha said running up to her in a ridiculously short low cut dress and what looked like ten inch stilettos.
"Tasha, how have you been?" Sam asked trying to sound civil.
"We're fine," she answered motioning towards Gibby who was speaking to Freddie and Carly.
"Will you excuse me?" She asked going to sit down. A few minutes later Freddie and Melanie joined her in the front pew. The pastor said a few words then Melanie gave a speech but Sam's attention was fixated on her mothers long oak coffin placed in the front of the room. She placed a hand over her stomach and gritted her teeth. She looked behind her to see Carly crying on Brad's shoulder. Freddie placed an arm around her waist and glanced at her quickly. Sam had never been close with her mother but knowing she was dead and would never get to meet her grandchild made tears well up in Sam's eyes.
The drive to the cemetery was even worse, mostly because they got lost twice and the roads all needed to be repaved.
"Are you okay?" Freddie asked suddenly.
"No Freddie," she snapped at him, "I am not okay!"
"Alright," he said keeping his eyes on the road.
"Do you expect me to be?"
"Sam," he sighed, "let's not fight, okay?"
"I'm not fighting with you," she growled.
"Fine," he huffed turning the car into the graveyard parking lot. Sam hopped out of the car and made her way over to her sister. The pastor made some final remarks before they began to lower the coffin into the ground. Sam turned her head and closed her eyes trying not to see.
The reception was held at the Puckett household seeing as how Sam and Freddie's apartment was too small to hold more than ten people at a time.
"How long do we have to stay?" Sam whispered to Freddie as they stood by the door to the kitchen.
"Just a little while longer," Freddie promised as yet another group of people came up to express their condolences. Meanwhile Carly and Brad had made their way to Sam's old bedroom for some privacy.
"In here," Carly said pulling Brad by his tie.
"No, we are not doing it in your best friend's bedroom after her mother's funeral," he told her crossing his arms.
"Relax," she said. "We aren't having sex; I was just getting tired of all those people."
"It reminds you of your mother's funeral?" He asked her.
"I guess, I was too little to remember much," she lied. She remembered everything.
"It makes me think of my parent's funeral too." Brad's parents had both been killed in a car accident when he was ten, he then moved in with his grandmother and made fudge in his parent's memories.
"I should go check on Sam," Carly said heading out the door leaving Brad sitting on the bed. Carly found Sam hiding in the pantry eating a box of crackers.
"Hey Carls," Sam said with a full mouth.
"Sam you need to talk to those people out there," Carly said taking the box and putting it on a shelf she knew was too high for Sam to reach.
"I want to go home," Sam whined.
"In a little while," Carly told her.
"That's what Freddie said a long while ago," Sam complained.
"You really want to leave?" Carly asked.
"Yes," Sam said.
"Then let's go," Carly said taking her arm and leading her out of the kitchen and towards the front door.
"Where are you going?" Freddie asked coming up behind the two.
"Get a ride back with Brad," Carly told her pushing Sam out of the door. They took Freddie's car and drove to the groovy smoothie.
"What's with all this black?" T-Bo asked as they sat down at their favorite table. "Did someone die?"
"My mom," Sam told him glaring slightly.
"Oh," T-Bo said looking uncomfortable, "two blueberry blitzes on the house."
"Thank you," Carly said.
"Thanks for taking me here," Sam said.
"You're welcome," Carly said reaching over and taking her best friends hand.
AN: Has anyone else found it odd that none of the characters on Icarly have two parents. Not Carly, not Sam, not Freddie, not Gibby, and not even Neville. Is the divorce/ death rate in Seattle that high?