iWill Survive

A/N: I wanna wish a very happy birthday to this story :D *blows party horn* I forgot to do this with my first story... XD Oh well, happy birthday to this story!

Disclaimer: I can't come up with something sarcastic right now :/ I don't own iCarly.

Chapter ten: A Surprise Visitor

(Fredwardio's POV)

Sam being pregnant has made her even more lazy than normal. I personally find it annoying. Especially right now.

Sam was on the couch in the living room, eating a plate of bacon and surfing through TV channels. I was in the bathroom down the hall, shaving. There was a knock on the door.

At this, Sam yelled to me, "Fredward! Someone's at the door!"

I rolled my eyes. Being sensible people, we locked the front door every night, and this morning neither of us had gotten around to unlocking it yet, so we couldn't just yell to whoever was at the door and tell them to come in. I yelled back to her, "Just what would you like for me to do about that?"

She whined, "Answer the door!"

"I'm busy! And you're right by the door anyway!" I reasoned.

"But I'm so lazy!" she pretended to cry.

"Yes, but I'm busy, Sam!"

"Come on! Please, for me?" I really hated when she did that. It reminded me too much of the way I had practically been a stalker to Carly, and how she could just say this and get me to do anything.

"You know that doesn't work!"

"Just answer the door before I come in there and punch your nerdy little face!" This, however, did work.

I sighed as I set my razor on the counter, despite the fact that I had only shaved half of my face, and quickly wiped the rest of the shaving cream off of my face, and then sighed as I went to answer the door.

When I walked into the living room, I saw Sam stifle a laugh, no doubt at my face. I simply glared at her.

Just as I got to the door, there was another knock and, "Guys, are you gonna let me in?" It was Brad's voice.

I laughed as I pulled open the door, "Hey, Brad! Long time no see..."

I saw him biting his lip in attempts not to laugh, as he asked, "Um, you haven't gone... mentally insane since the last time I saw you, right...?"

When I gave him a questioning look, he pointed to my face. I groaned, "That would be Sam's fault. She made me answer the door and-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Sam appeared next to me, finishing my sentence in her own terms, "And you did 'cause you love me?" then kissed my cheek. I simply rolled my eyes.

Brad suppressed a smile; probably because he knew it really annoyed Sam when anyone called us cute. I honestly didn't care either way.

Sam glanced at Brad and asked, "Why do you have a suitcase? I thought you were staying at a hotel... Wait, is it full of fudge?" Her eyes grew wide with that last question.

He laughed at this, "Well, it's not entirely full of fudge..." He pulled a container of fudge out of the front pocket of the suitcase, and then handed it to Sam, who accepted it eagerly.

Despite the fact that I hadn't had Brad's fudge in seemingly forever, I was still very curious as to why he had a suitcase, so I asked, "Seriously though, weren't you staying at a hotel?"

He sighed, "Yes, but the stupid concierge messed up my reservation and had it for next week, and the place was fully booked, as is seemingly every other decent hotel within twenty miles of here. So, I was just sort of wondering, would you guys would mind if I stayed here?"

"Well, the only place you could even sleep would be the couch, and Sam seems to spend the entire day sitting on it." I projected the last part a bit louder and directed it at Sam. She was too busy eating fudge to care.

"So is that a yes?" I could tell he was hoping so, and had probably already checked a few places before and been turned down.

"Yes, it is a yes," I rolled my eyes.

It was just a few hours after Brad had shown up at our door when I realized something. We hadn't told Brad that Sam was pregnant yet. I was actually surprised he hadn't noticed.

When he walked into the kitchen complaining that he had a business call on his week off, I whispered to Sam, "We never told him, did we?"

"Tell him what?" she rolled her eyes, probably thinking I was crazy since she had no idea what I was talking about.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly as I explained, "That you're pregnant."

She got a look of realization as she mumbled, "Oh..."

Just then, Brad walked back into the living room and flopped into the chair that was nearby the couch Sam and I were sitting on.

"I don't understand why my boss forgot that I was on vacation..." he mumbled angrily.

I tried to get him to stop worrying, "Dude, relax, at least he knows now."

"I guess," he sighed.

There was an awkward silence, during which Sam looked to me, obviously not wanting to be the one to tell the news. As if that was even a surprise after the experiences with pretty much every other person we had told.

When we both looked over to Brad, he must have noticed this strange occurrence and laughed lightly as he asked, "What?"

Sam quickly stood up and was about to walk away, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the couch.

I sighed, "Why do you always try to avoid this?" She didn't reply. I rolled my eyes, "Fine, if you don't say anything, I will!"

With that, she got a look of panic in her eyes, and before I could say a word, she jumped on top of me and pressed her lips to mine.

Brad groaned, "Get a room!"

This didn't faze Sam. She remained right where she was and didn't cease kissing me. I'd be lying if I said I minded, but I decided not to make Brad feel uncomfortable, and managed to push Sam off of me. She pouted and crossed her arms.

"What were you guys trying to tell me before?" Brad questioned.

I pointed to Sam then sighed, "She's gonna murder me if I tell you."

She rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't murder you... I'd just cause you a lot of pain..."

"Like you don't already do that?"

Brad tried to intervene with our fighting before it could get bad, "Guys! Hello!"

He didn't affect much. Sam shot back at me, "Don't think that just 'cause your arm isn't broken anymore means that I won't break it again!"

"Why would you need to break my arm?"

"'Cause you keep getting straight to the point whenever we're trying to tell someone about this!"

"Well sorry! Why don't you just take your sweet time and tell him that you're pregnant then? How's that for an idea?" My eyes grew wide when I realized what I said. "Sam... I didn't mean to say that... Don't kill me..." I was slowly backing away as I said all if this.

To my surprise, she didn't come after me. She remained on the couch, surprisingly calm. I dared open my mouth, "Sorry..."

She just sighed, signaling that I was forgiven.

Brad's voice was strangely high pitched as he asked, "Are my ears really hearing what I think they're hearing?"

Sam stared at him. Her voice was drenched in sarcasm, "No. I just look like a frickin' blowfish for no reason!"

I sighed, "Sam, how many times do I need to tell you that you look just fine?" She rolled her eyes as though she didn't believe me.

She then looked at Brad. "Wait a second. You had to have noticed before. Why are you surprised?" She shot daggers at him, "You didn't think I was just fat, did you?"

The look of embarrassment on his face was quite evident as he stuttered, "Uh-uh... N-no... I just... D-didn't notice..."

Sam just glared at him for a second more and then grabbed the remote and turned to face the TV as she turned it on.

"What? You just let him get away with that but you kicked me when you thought I called you fat even though I didn't? That's not fair!" I shouted.

She cupped my chin in her hand, "Aw, Baby, that was just out of endearment." I rolled my eyes.

"You two have such a weird relationship..." Brad commented.

"I know." Sam and I responded simultaneously. Sam slapped me.

Brad laughed, "Point proven."

A/N: Weird place to end, right? Yeah, I'm uploading another chapter in a bit. I just didn't want this to be so long XD Review for the story's birthday ;)