The show must go on

by NihilisticAmbition313

Disclaimer: Jennette is far and away a better singer than Miranda by the way.

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#13-"Between girls and boys"

Freddie's view

I walked home by myself from the Groovy Smoothie, intent on calling Sam to apologize for being such a dick. I figured it would take her at least a half hour to get home, so I waited in my room for an hour and some change. Mom wasn't back from Spencer's, and I didn't dare venture to think of what they were doing in his apartment (not like she could get pregnant again, but still).

I grabbed my PearPhone and speed-dialed Sam's number.

"What up?" she answered, her television blaring in the background

"You made it home?"

"Yes sir."

"Oh...Sam, I'm sorry I was such a jerk earlier."

"Yeah...Well, I'm sorry I bailed on you."

"It's cool...So, what're you doing?"

"Shit. My momma is off gettin' her huur did, so I got the living room to myself for a change."

"Heh. I figure my mom is getting her hair done too, but not the hair on her head."

"Eww, visuals!"

"Ha ha ha!"

"Dude, don't make me think about that!"

"Hey, I'm the one who's gonna be a big brother because of it."

"Doesn't mean I have to have it lodged in my brain."

"Heh heh...How about Wendy though? She straight up blackmailed us."

"Yeah she did. Truth be told though, I'm glad she's on board. I wasn't sure if I could handle the spotlight on my own."

"You would've done fine."

"Doesn't matter now anyway...Oh, guess who called."

"Who?"

"Melanie. She's touching down next weekend."

"Cool."

Melanie is Sam's identical twin sister. She goes to a stuffy, exclusive boarding school in the midwest on scholarship because she's a legitimate genius. It's funny when I think about her, because there was a time when I refused to believe that she was real. I thought that Sam was trying to trick me by making up this Melanie persona and putting on a nice girl act. If only I'd not been such a doofus and believed in her, who knows where Melanie and I would be? She could've been my girlfriend by now if I hadn't been so mistrusting of Sam. Oh well...

"She says she's looking forward to seeing you."

"Ha. Is she now?"

"Yeah, God knows why. She's still crushin' on you for some sick reason."

"Well, once you go Fredward, you never go back. Heh heh."

"More like once you go nub you run screaming to the hills." Sam taunted

"Nah, more like once you go Puckett you go abstinent."

"Shut up nerdface."

I couldn't see it, but I could tell Sam was smiling on the other end.

I like making Sam smile. I like our teasing, our banter, our twisted friendship that only we understand. No, I don't like Sam like that, so don't get your hopes up. There are no unrequited romantic feelings. But I do love her like a sister, a sister who torments and demeans me on the daily basis, but a sister no less. I'm just sorry that it took losing the other girl I loved like a sister to make me realize how important Sam is to me.

"Nerdface? That all you got Princess?"

"Eh, I'm kinda off today."

"Have you had your ham?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

"According to those toilet paper commercials they do."

"There you go then. I got my fix right here in front of me."

Someday I'm going to ask Sam why she's addicted to ham. There just has to be a reason.

"...Speaking of food, I tried one of those meatballs on a stick."

"Really? How was it?"

"It wasn't bad actually."

"Hmm. If that be the case, you may be spending more money on me at the Groovy, Mister Benson."

"Mister Benson?"

"What? That's your name ain't it?"

"Yeah, but when did I become a 'mister'?"

"Fine, Miss Benson."

"Whatever Miss Puckett."

"Dork...I gotta go. I just hit my daily limit of time I can talk to a nub without going ape shit."

"Oh, I didn't realize."

"Later."

"Later partner."

Marissa's view

Spencer and I were laying naked in his bed. Somewhere after Fredward leaving we found our way to his bedroom and did the exact same deed that made me pregnant (it's usually fine for pregnant women to have sex in case you were wondering). I lay my head on his chest (the best thing since my own goose down pillow) and sighed.

Now that Freddie was in the know, there was no more need to sneak. That in itself was a huge weight off my chest, and not having to worry about getting busted made our experience even more enjoyable. I know that I sound incredibly selfish, but I can't help that. Besides, I'm about to mother a baby all over again, and I intend on having a little fun before he or she comes.

Spencer blew into my ear, making my scalp tingle.

"Mmm..."

"...You sure it's cool for us to have sex now?"

"I'm a nurse. I know for sure it's safe." I moaned, not happy about having to talk

"...I just don't wanna do anything to hurt Lottie."

"Lottie? Who's Lottie?" I asked, lifting my head and looking Spencer in the eye

"Our daughter. We're naming her Carlotta, but her nickname's gonna be Lottie."

"But, we don't even know what the baby's going to be."

"It's a girl. I feel it in my bones." Spencer said with total confidence

I should have been put off by how he basically told me what the baby's name would be with no regard for my input, but I also knew that he would not be denied. If this baby were indeed a girl, it would be named Carlotta in honor of his sister, end of discussion.

"...But what if it's a boy?"

"Charles." Spencer replied quickly "And we'll call him Charlie...You okay with that?"

"Yes...You want to honor Carly, and I won't stand in the way of that."

"Thanks." Spencer said and kissed me gently on my forehead

I caught a glimpse of Spencer's alarm clock from the corner of my eye and saw that I'd been with him for hours now (time flies when...you know).

"I better get back." I whispered, hoping Spencer would refuse to let me go

"No, stay." he whispered as he wrapped his arms around my naked torso, effectively granting my wish

"You make it so hard to stay." I teased

"Then let me convince you why you should stay." Spencer grunted in my ear and placed me on my back

"...I love you." I whispered as Spencer mounted my body

"I love you too..."

Never in a thousand years would I have pictured myself whispering those sweet, precious words to Spencer Shay, but I did.

I love him. Heaven help me, I love Spencer, the father of my baby.

The sweet, kindhearted man-child who lived across the hall from me was establishing himself as the love of my life, and I was absolutely helpless to stop it...

A/N: I know, more Sparissa. "Blech, ewww, gross, do not want." But it ain't goin' nowhere, take it or leave it. Besides, Sparissa is the catalyst for Seddie in the coming chapters. Patience children.