Heyy ^-^ So I'm just practising a bit of guitar. I'm having a blast! I'm learning "Goodbye" by Miley Cyrus. One of my fave songs! She is really good, and I'm not ashamed to say so. Her work is great! I'd actually like to apologize for the long wait. I have been SO freaking busy but I mean, who hasn't? I will be updating like crazy during the Holidays though. PROMISE! Anywho, here is the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.

Flashback

Centre stage. Me; alone. The lights slightly flickering in the old studio.

Music begins to play as my feet glide along. All I can see, feel, hear is the rhythm. The tempo picks up, as does my pace and I'm in a swirling display of both grace and strength. Something that is usually presented when I beat the shit out of Fredgeek.

Not realizing that at any moment I could fall, I fly.

Then I come crashing down, the music stops, the studio quiet.

I look at myself in the mirror, glancing at my very reflection, wanting something more than displayed in that damn mirror in front of me. Hoping that the flickering lights will soon turn into a centre beam, reflecting on my every move. In front of everyone. Hoping that my father feels so low that he is being sucked into a black hole of guilt.

It's at that moment I realize I'm not ashamed. I just want my father to suffer, which is okay with me.

End Flashback

"Fredweird, get your ass in this car, this instant or I swear, I will make you a human pretzel."

"You can't do that! It's physically impossible."

I flicked out my PearPhone, scrolling through the images saved onto that 64 gigabytes of pure organization (something that may have never been introduced to me if it weren't for this phone).

I pulled up a picture of Gibby, twisted in ways a body should never be twisted to Freddie. He cringed, mildly shrieked, and slid into the seat next to me.

"At least tell me where we're going, Sam!"

"Nope."

"Hint?"

"Never."

"Kiss?"

"Maybe later."

"Ham?"

I stopped the car on the luckily empty road, hearing nothing but the screeching tires squeal.

My head turned in pure delight. I could see Freddie smiling.

"Yes." My voice stayed in a calm manner, but either way, I was excited. I forgot about what I was doing, where I was going, and that I had a deadline.

Freddie pulled out a slice of ham, sending it my way. I devoured it in seconds.

"So what was that? Where are we going?"

"You know Fredward," I began as I licked my fingers clean and started the engine again. "You should really try and tease me with the ham instead of giving it to me; that way, you actually get some information."

Freddie's smile fell and I laughed.

The rest of the way there, he was silent.

Flashback

I sigh as tie up the pink ribbon around my leg. My mother, father, sister, Carly, Spencer, and Freddie are here.

I look out from behind the curtain, nervous as Hell.

I glance from person to person as I begin to vaguely recognize some people. Shannon and Gibby; holding hands.

That's what shocked me the most.

My eyes traveled to Carly, who met my glance. She sent a supportive smile, and gave me a thumbs up in the process. My knees began to shake.

Sam Puckett doesn't get nervous. Never has. Until now.

I take a quick sip of my smoothie as I begin to look at the audience once more. The one thing that bothers me the most is that I can't find Freddie anywhere. He knows how much this means to me.

Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted with a light tapping on my shoulder.

"Sam? How are you feeling?"

Suddenly, the feeling in my knees goes away instantaneously.

End Flashback

"Sam?"

"Mmm?"

"Why are your hands so shaky?"

I glanced down at my free hand, noticing the minor trembling.

"Cold?"

"Sam?" Freddie asked in a warning tone.

"Nothing, it's nothing."

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?"

"Right."

"Right I'm wrong, or right I'm right."

"Right you're wrong. I mean right. DAMMIT. Stop it with your silly word games, Benson."

"You're just lucky you kept your last name the same."

"Meh, call me... not old fashioned."

"Okay 'Not Old Fashioned', what are we doing at the doctor's office?"

"Haha, 'Smartass'. Very funny. Come along."

We walked into the building. The lights in doctors offices were always too freaking bright to handle.

"Ugh."

"What?"

"The lights."

"What about them?"

"They're bright!"

"No shit... they are lights..."

"Okay, zip the sarcasm and put it down your pants. I have no need for your smart ass comments and remarks 'Mr. Dorkdick The Third'."

"So why are we here again."

"Freddie... listen."

Freddie knew I was serious. I did use his real name after all.

"I need to tell you something. I'm just not sure that you'll like it. Well maybe, I don't know. Probably... I mean you are-"

"Sam! What in the solar system are you talking about?"

Oy... how lame.

"I'm pregnant."

"W-what?"

"I. Am. Pregnant. With a capital 'P'. Literally."

Freddie's eyes scrunched in preparation for his famous smile.

"So you're okay with it then?"

"Of course I'm okay with it, you dope! You're having my kid! I mean, our kid!"

I laughed a bit.

"You're so corny."

"Maybe, but look at your hands. Are they shaking anymore?"

I glanced down. They weren't.

Flashback

His lips flew to mine in a quick instant. The show was about to begin. So was my life. Maybe.

"I'll see you on stage. Good luck."

A quick hug and then gone again.

Then... it was centre stage. This time, for real. The lights flew open, all eyes on me. The lights were too bright, too hard to see past, but I couldn't let this go.

It was the studio. My eyes were closed and I was back in the normal flickering lighted studio.

I saw the mirror in front of me. That goddamn mirror I was so afraid to look at was now smiling back at me and I knew then I was ready.

The music began and my eyes flew open.

Strength and grace were released within.

On the first spin, I caught a glance at the woman in the front seat; the college scout.

Then my father. He smiled for the first time. At something I did. A surge of confidence burst through me.

This time, I didn't land my jump perfectly. As my body twisted in the air, I could feel something going horribly wrong.

As gravity took it's course, my foot twisted and it all happened in such slow motion that I could see everything and everyone in the audience. My father. He turned to face my mother, mouthing 'See? A bunch of shit. A waste.'

Freddie. Genuine terror on his face.

Crack. My ankle removing itself from the socket, twisting into an odd formation. Pain shot through me like an arrow.

I screamed. I screamed until it hurt, releasing every pent up bit of frustration out into that scream. It filled the dome, above everyone else's screams. It was silent.

I think Freddie was the only one who knew that the scream I'd just let out was more about my entire life than anything else. He'd just witnessed my dreams come crashing down. Literally.

The only thing different about every let down I'd had before this moment; someone was here to pick me up. Something not even the beloved Carly Shay could do at a life shattering place in time.

Freddie cradled me into his arms until the ambulance arrived.

I didn't shed a single tear because of him.

End Flashback

The doctor's visit was shitty. I hate doctors. Especially mine.

Mental note; change doctors before this baby comes.

Freddie listened intently as I glanced at the posters of vajayjays plastered on the wall. Man, these places were pretty pornographic!

I laughed, but Freddie shushed me.

"... so you need to take the vitamins that I give you a list of. Did you get all that, Miss Puckett?"

"It's Mrs. Puckett, thank you very much, and yeah, whatever. Somethin' about some vitamin?"

"Did you get all that Mr. Benson?"

"Every word, Doc." He smiled and led me out of the room.

He shoved the list of vitamins into his pockets and shuffled me out of the room.

"Sam, you have to take this seriously; it's a baby. I know you're pretty capable of taking care of yourself, but this baby isn't you. You have to make sure that it's cared for. Like a human. Not you."

I shot him a glare, but decided he was right. As per usual.

"Look, I know. I promise, that if you tell me everything the doctor just said, I will make sure that I pay attention."

After about a half hour of driving, we arrived home. Gibby was at Carly's front door step.

"Look, Shannon, I'm sorry, I didn't know! I thought it would be a nice-"

"Gibby?!"

"Oh, it's you."

"What up with the harsh 'tude?"

"Thanks to you two, I now have a wife who won't come near me."

"Like that's a surprise." Freddie was about to jab me in the stomach, but then remembered. He settled for a slight push to the arm, instead.

"What happened, Gibby?"

"Well, I bought a mattress at the junkyard for our first year anniversary. To, you know, commemorate the events and what not." I shuddered.

"Then, Shannon and I found out that it was YOUR mattress to begin with."

"Our matress? What are you talking about."

"What, you don't follow iCarly?"

Then it clued in that Carly had put the 'used' mattress into the junkyard.

"CARLY! I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU!"

"Before you go off and attack Carly for tweeting about our business, can I just ask why the Hell would you get an anniversary present at the junkyard, not to mention why would you tell Shannon?"

"Because I'm Gibby. Duh."

I pushed Gibby out of the way.

"You'd better freaking run Carly Shay! This is one pregnant woman with hormones the size of Texas and I can't be held liable for any crime I committ! Not to mention, I'm on probation!"

Before I ran to hunt for Carly, I heard Freddie laugh.

It was that guy, the one who had that signature laugh when I was reckless that kept me going. Not to mention the friendship of Carly and Spencer.

After I'd broken my ankle, I could never dance again. Or at least as well as I had before. My life turned out okay though.

I didn't get into college, but Freddie supports me. I work at a kick boxing studio... though, due to the circumstances, that may have to be put on hold.

So I don't have the greatest life anyone could ask for, but now that I'm where I want to be, everything should be-

"I bet you won't catch me..." Carly's taunting voice lingered in my head.

I would win this bet.

Now... what was I talking about before?