Baby Trail
by NihilisticAmbition313
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.
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#1-"Drowning"
Carly's view
Sam sat on my sofa, gnawing on her favorite comfort food (Ham). I paced about the living room, desperately trying to get in touch with Freddie.
I only got his voicemail over and over again, but I was determined to get the real him. I wanted to hear his side of the story and I wanted he and Sam to work things out.
Freddie's view
"Dude, why don't you just answer your phone?" Gibby asked me as we sat at the bar of a local tavern
"Don't feel like talking." I said, then killed the rest of my brandy and Pepi-Cola.
I called Gibby to be my driver/listening post, because Sam did something that made me want to get hammered and bitch to somebody. You want to know what? I'll tell you. That lying, conniving bit...woman stopped taking her birth control on purpose, after I made it perfectly clear I didn't want kids. She even agreed with me, but she changed her mind and got pregnant behind my back. What kind of woman blatantly disregards her husband's wishes like that? I trusted Sam on all levels, and she goes and does what she did? What's a man to do with that? I didn't want kids, and now here I am having one, because selfish Sam just had to have her way (As usual).
"Yo, barkeep! I'm dry over here!" I shouted at that lazy ass bartender standing right in front of me
"Freddie, I think you're good." Gibby said
"Hey, you're not the one with a shelfish bitch of a wife. Get off my cashe." I slurred at...two Gibbys
"I think your friend's right. Why don't you go home and chill?" the female bartender said
"Let's go man."
"Go where? I got nowhere to go! I'm not going...back to her, I'll tell you what." I said, pointing my finger at nothing for emphasis
"Alright man, you can crash with me. Let's just go." Gibby pleaded
The big man helped me walk out to his car.
Goddamn I was drunk...
"You can have the couch." said Gibby
"Bleh." I uttered as I slumped into the passenger's side of Gibby's car
"...Wendy's not gonna appreciated this." Gibby mumbled
"Heh...Least your wife isn't a liar...Wendy's a good wife to you. Not like Sham...Ha..."
"Freddie, look. I know you're pissed, and you have every right to be man. Sam got pregnant behind your back, but does that make you really wanna leave her? Her and your baby?"
"...We said no kids. She shaid no kids. She was wiff me, no kids...Then she doesh what she did...Gibby, what if Wendy agreed to shomething major, but broke that agreement behind your back?"
Gibby stared at the steering wheel and pondered my question.
"I'd be mad."
"Yesh! Exactly!"
"But Fred, I wouldn't just turn my back on Wendy. I know you're pissed at her, but Sam's the love of your life. You're really just gonna trash her because she made a mistake?"
"She didn't make no mishtake! She knew what she was doin'!"
"Fair enough...But why don't you want any kids anyway?"
"Isht not about whether or not I want kids. Isht...the fact tha Sham went behind my back...Just drive man."
"Fine." Gibby sighed as he started uo the car
Sam's view
Ham.
For the majority of my life, it's been my best friend. My treat after doing something good, my snack in between meals, my shoulder to cry on.
Here I am, sitting on the sofa in Carly's apartment stuffing my face with it (God bless Carly for always keeping a supply of ham for me).
I was doing so because I blew the best thing that ever happened to me sky high, and I only have myself to blame...
"Freddie still won't answer." Carly said as she sat down next to me
"...Can you blame him?"
"God, I hope he's not out there doing anything stupid."
As if God heard Carly's voice, my PearPhone rang with the caller ID reading 'Gibby'.
"...Gibbs?" I answered
"Hey, Sam. Just wanted to let you know, I got Freddie."
"You do?"
"Yeah. He's, um, pretty messed up. From drinking I mean. I'm taking him home with me. Just wanted to let you know he's okay."
"Oh, God...Thanks Gibby. Um...I guess I'll try to talk to him tomorrow. Thank you for looking out."
"That's what Gibby is for."
Gibby. As much as I used to torment him when we were kids, he turned out to be one of the greatest friends anybody could ask for. He even literally saved mine, Freddie's, and Carly's lives one time when we were kidnapped by a psycho iCarly fan. I was happy that I at least knew Freddie was in good hands...
"What was that all about?" Carly asked
"Gibby's got Freddie...He apparently went out and got wasted..."
"Oh no..."
Freddie didn't drink. He didn't do anything. Now he's going out to God-knows-where getting hammered because of me. I felt a torrent of tears rush out of my eyes as the gravity of what I've done pulled me down into an abyss. Carly pulled me into her embrace and let me cry over what could have been the end of my life with Freddie, the life that I may have ended by being selfish and stupid...