I woke up to Carly shaking my shoulders frantically. Freddie pulled his arms away from me and stretched, yawning. I rubbed my eyes, "Wha?" I asked.

"SAM! I AM AN IDIOT! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" ugh, it was too early for screaming.

"What time is it?" Freddie asked. Too early, I thought.

"It's six o'clock, we have school! Sam…" she was almost sobbing.

"What's wrong?" Freddie questioned.

"WE ARE MORONS! I CANT BELIEVE HOW STUPID WE'VE BEEN! WE DIDN'T HAVE TO TELL ICARLY SAM WAS PREGNANT!" she was giving me a headache. If she didn't pipe down Spencer was going to come running and she was going to wake up the rest of the building. I wanted to tell her to shut up, but I was curious about what she was saying. Of course we had to tell iCarly I was pregnant! They would figure it out.

"Yes we did," I told her.

"No! We didn't! SAM we could have just hid you behind stuff! Like a purse of a plant of a stuffed animal or something! Or we could have an episode where we dress up in giant fruits! They didn't have to see you! We just screwed ourselves!"

"Oh my God…" I whispered as I let her words sink it. I heard Freddie say the same thing.

"We just made a huge mess of things… and it could have been prevented. And we can't fix it!" Freddie exclaimed. I couldn't say anything; I just sat there with my mouth open. I was so upset, I couldn't believe how screwed we were. I was searching for something that could prove that we had to tell the iCarly audience that I was pregnant but all I got was, "Someone from school would have let it out."

"The school LOVES us. They LOVE having international web stars there. I don't think they would do that…" Carly said. She was right.

I couldn't believe how stupid we had been. Then, speaking of school, "school is going to be hell today," I said.

"I know," Freddie mumbled and Carly nodded, "I have to go take a shower. Bye guys" and he walked out of the room. I stared at Carly and she stared back, we didn't know what to say. Finally she said, "We should get ready for school."

"I'm not going to school," I told her. For once she didn't try to persuade me otherwise, she just walked over to the counter top and tossed me my purse. I snatched it out of the air and headed for the door, not sure where the day would take me.

***

I stood in the shower and let the water rush over me. I needed to get out and get dressed to go to school, but the shower was so therapeutic and I was in a trace, the minute I got out I would have to snap back to reality.

My mother was away on a business trip so I had the apartment to myself. It was rare that she left me alone for an extended period of time; in fact it was so rare I was always surprised to find myself alone. She was worried I would get into trouble, and I guess in a way she was right. She was on a business trip on the night I spent with Sam and that got me into the mess that was announced to the entire world last night.

I was so ashamed at how stupid we had been not to think of hiding Sam behind things. What were we thinking? It would have been so simple. I just couldn't believe it…

I finally got out of the shower and got dressed. I was sitting down to eat a bowl of cereal when I remembered I had turned my phone off last night before iCarly because I didn't want people texting me to see if it was true.

I expected messages, but I did not expect the magnitude of messages I got. I had over 100 in less than 12 hours. I had suddenly become popular, I'm sure ninety-five percent of these people had to ask around for my number instead of having themselves.

I flipped through them as I spooned large mouthfuls of cheerios in my mouth. Most were "is it true?" or "who's the father?" or, better yet, "are you the father?" I didn't respond to any, my schoolmates would see me soon enough.

I wonder what I'll say to them… I pondered while taking up my bowl to the sink and grabbing my backpack, heading towards the door.

Instead of taking the school bus I hailed a cab; I wanted to put this off seeing people as long as I could. When the driver pulled up to my school an unusually large crowd was hanging around outside. When I got out of the cab I was met with stares from every person in the vicinity. I tried to look everywhere but their eyes, and was unsuccessful. I did noticed the "Congratulations class of 2010!" poster hanging on the front of the school. I did a double take, wondering why there was graduation stuff already hanging around, and then realized that it was JUNE.

I gasped. How did it get to be JUNE already? I did a quick calculation in my head and realized that it was, in fact, June. Sam and I had sex on her birthday, April tenth, and now it was June, seven weeks and a few days later. I shook my head; this pregnancy thing was making me lose it. I thought to myself jokingly, I bet I have SAT's tomorrow too! Then panicked wondering if I actually did, but I didn't and I went on my way.

I was by the front door of the school before anyone came up to me. It was a girl whose I don't know, but she's known for being very blunt. "Are you the father?" she asked.

SHIT! I thought, I wasn't prepared for this. What am I supposed to say? Yes? Well then yes, I am the father. But it didn't seem right, it made me too nervous. So I just sputtered,

"You have to ask Sam." She looked disappointed, but walked away. I let out a gush of air, whew, that's done with, I though, naively. WRONG.

I pulled open the front door of the school and met by a mob of students. "FREDDIE!" they would yell, "WHO'S THE FATHER?" "ARE YOU THE FATHER?" "WHAT'S SHE GOING TO DO WITH THE BABY?" I backed up into the wall. "I-I" I was stuttering again, I couldn't form a sentence. I tried unsuccessfully to answer questions, but every time I answered one a whole new round of Q's hit me. Finally I screamed, "YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO ASK SAM!"

I pushed past them and went to my locker. I couldn't concentrate at any point during the day. Everyone was staring! Some glanced at me pitifully, other looked angry. Some looked stunned. A few times when I caught people looking at me they would look away, but most people surprisingly took it as their queue to come up and ask me questions. I ignored some people but most of the time I answered with "you have to ask Sam."

I was beginning to get a headache when it was finally time for lunch. I walked into the cafeteria to go sit at the table that Carly, Sam, and I usually sit at. Before I reached it I looked up and realized that every seat was taken and some were being shared by two people. Everyone had turned to look at me when I walked in. Carly gave me a wide eyed deer-in-the-headlights look that I receive with an I know look. I normally saw her between classes but today I hadn't seen her at all. I guess people were pestering her.

I turned around and walked over to the table with my friends from the A.V. club. I was greeted with I can't believe you looks. "Hi," I said. No one responded for at least fifteen seconds, long enough to feel extremely awkward. "I can't believe you got a girl pregnant!" someone burst out.

"Didn't you use protection?" another demanded. I was about to apologize to them (Lord knows why. They're happy! The rest of the school is talking to them, asking if they know anything about it!) but I was snapped back to the reality when someone asked me, "You are the father, aren't you?"

That kids question reminded me that only the Shay's, my family, and Sam's mom know that I am the father. "You have to ask Sam," I said. They didn't let it go; they kept asking me questions to get me to admit who was the father. It wasn't like I could outsmart these guys either, a fourth of them were geniuses!

Finally I got up and went to the bathroom to lock myself in a stall and eat the rest of my lunch. I could hear a few people waiting outside the door to talk to me once I got out, but being guys they felt weird waiting for someone in the bathroom and left. I waited in there until the bell rang, so I would ensure myself no one would have time to talk to me. I was always early to class, but today I would make an exception.

I was on my way to trigonometry when the loudspeaker crackled to life. "Carly Shay and Freddie Benson, would you please report to Principal Franklin's office? Carly Shay, and Freddie Benson to the principal's office." I gulped. I had NO idea what Principal Franklin would have to say. The few people around me gave me weary looks, it still bugged me but I was going to have to get used to that sooner or later.

I dragged my feet to his office, walking as slowly as possible. I felt like I had to tell my mother I was pregnant all over again, only a little less extreme, but only a little less. The secretary wouldn't look at me; she pretended to busy herself with paperwork. I knocked on Principal Franklin's door and he called "Come in!" in a deep exasperated voice. Carly was already sitting down. She looked at nervous as I felt. She had been playing with her hands while they waited for me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Sit," Principal Franklin told me. I flew to my chair and sat down, then repeated my question. "Freddie, Carly first I want to offer my… condolences. I know this will be… difficult for you." Carly and I muttered our thanks. Principal Franklin seemed very concerned about his word choice.

"Okay, now you both know Carly is popular internationally, and that makes you somewhat of celebrities. I have received over 100 emails since school started this morning requesting an interview with you. The press is going crazy. They're outside right now! A few minutes ago I had to call the police and have them deal with the paparazzi."

Paparazzi? I though.

"Why is this such a big deal?" Carly asked. Poor Carly, she and Sam didn't – and haven't ever – understood the magnitude of iCarly. They have no idea; they must think all web shows have as many viewers as iCarly. Or maybe they just think that people watch and go back to their lives. They don't realize that iCarly is part of some people's lives; that they talk about it at school and with friends.

"Because, Carly, iCarly is one of the biggest shows on the web. Why do you think you got to go to Japan? I don't think you kids understand how big your show is. Do you remember when Jamie Lynn Spears was pregnant? Do you remember the publicity and drama over that? iCarly is bigger than Jamie Lynn Spears. It's huge. You're going to be getting triple the publicity."

"You mean people were calling and asking if we can have a press conference and stuff?" I asked. he nodded. Carly looked back and forth between us, "I don't want to do that!" she protested.

"You'll have to at some point. You better get a story straight." Mr. Franklin said.

"You mean you want us to lie?" Carly demanded.

"No, don't lie. But it's embarrassing to get up there and then regret what you say." I sighed. I really, really didn't want a press conference. "Are people going to be following us? And taking pictures?" I asked.

"Defiantly," Principal Franklin said.

"Well should we schedule a press conference or something? Or an interview?" I asked.

"I would advise that," He said, "would you like to be in a magazine? I have requests from People, US Weekly, Star, Life & Style, Okay… you name it, I have a request from it."

"What do you think we should do?" Carly asked.

"The thing about reporters is that no matter what, they won't let up. I would give them what they want. I also have requests from those teeny-bopper magazines that middle schoolers read. I recommend you do two of those, two maybe three gossip magazines, and a press conference."

I gulped. "That's a lot," I said.

"Not compared to the hundreds of interviews flowing in my inbox." He said. "Now you need to choose which magazines you want to appear in."

"Do you have a request from Teen Vogue?" Carly asked, in somewhat of a small voice.

"Yep," Principal Franklin said.

"Oh!" Carly squealed. When she saw the look I was giving her she apologized, "Sorry, Freddie…"

"Carly, you choose what magazines we appear in, I don't read magazines." I told her.

"Okay… um, teen magazines… alright send an email to J-14, Twist, and Teen Vogue." Principal Franklin was writing down the names. Carly seemed pleased, in a sick twisted way, that we were going to be interviewed for these popular magazines. "For the gossip magazines choose People, Star, and US Weekly."

"Alright, I've got it." Principal Franklin told us. "I would also recommend you be escorted to school. Don't ride the bus from now on." Carly and I nodded. "You also might want to change the times you leave and come into school. Some days leave or come in half an hour earlier, some days leave or come in half an hour later. Some days arrive and leave on time. Just so they have a harder time catching you. I'll let your teacher know. It won't last much longer anyway, we only have about a week and a half left of school. But that goes for next year as well."

"Okay," we agreed.

By the way, congratulations on making it to Seniors, I know you don't get to celebrate. "

"Thanks…" we muttered. We were walking out of the door when Principal Franklin called,

"Wait!" we turned around. "It's mandatory that Samantha attends these interviews. She must be there."

"Okay," we agreed again.

"Goodbye," Principal Franklin said. We muttered our goodbyes. On the way back to class Carly and I peeked out the window. Principal Franklin was right, the police had out up barriers around the school to prevent the paparazzi from getting near us.

As if being a pregnant teen wasn't hard enough, we have to deal with aspect of being celebrities. Why can't the world leave us to have our baby in peace?

Hey! So what do you think? I'm VERY sorry it took this long to get this posted! It would have been up a week ago, but I had the flu and missed an entire week of school. THEN I had all that make up work to do! UGH oh well, better late than never, right? LOL please tell me what you think and again, I am SO sorry :/

P.S. – I hope you paid attention to the part about the press. I added that not to shoot myself in the foot – I already have too much I wanted to put into this story! – but because if iCarly was as popular as they say it is, they would have the press around them all the time. So I put that in there just to be realistic.

P.S.S- I know the characters are out of character and stuff, and the Seddie isn't exactly Seddie. I'm really sorry about that, but bear with me! since this takes place when they're juniors just imagine that they've matured a little! Please and thanks.

Special thanks to CindyKay618 for making me feel like an idiot because I didn't realize that Sam, Freddie, and Carly didn't have to let the world know that she was pregnant! Geez… =)