She held me close. She ran lines up and down my back as another set of footsteps thudded up the stairs, revealing a Freddie.
"Sam, what's wrong?" Freddie asked cautiously, afraid to be punched in the jaw at any given moment. I couldn't blame him, if it weren't for this crumby feeling on my insides he probably would be getting punched right about now.
Carly turned us slightly so she could look directly into his eyes, I was forced to stare at a wall. "Freddie, we'll be down in a little while. I'll explain then." She said calmly and rotated us back to our first position. I caught glimpse of his retreating figure down the stairs, confused.
"Carls, I don't want to tell him!" I finnaly yelled and she stopped stroking my back, easing her grip to look straight into my eyes. I saw the questioning look in hers and my lips curled into a frown.
"Why not, Sam?" Carly asked concern covering her tone. I averted my eyes to the floor and scratched the back of my neck.
I took a deep breath and summed up my courage, mentally preparing myself for the explanation. "I don't want him...to-to think of me...as a..a...slut!" I panted and nearly ripped flesh from my neck as I continued scratching.
Carly looked shocked, almost like she couldn't believe that. "I can't believe that you would think that, Sam. Freddie cares for you so much, I doubt it would even cross his mind, honestly. Let's go have a chat with him, we need his help, Sam." She looked so sincere. I started to cry.
I debated this in my head. Even though the physical and emotional trama I may have caused Freddie, I knew deep down he cared for me. Not like a boyfriend, but like a brother. I think Carly and Spencer are right, Freddie will help. "O-k-kay.." I decided.
Carly smiled and pulled me by my hand down the stairs and onto the couch where she motioned Freddie over and grinned, placing her hand on my knee. I looked into her eyes and 'whenever your ready' sang from them. I nodded and gulped fear.
"What is it, Sam?" Freddie said slowly, searching despretly into my eyes for an answer.
"I'm-i'm pregnant, Freddie." I sobbed and collapsed into Carly, reliving the ordeal I previously encountered with Spencer.
Freddie's eyes had widened about 50 percent and he stared at me in disbelief. 'he totally thinks i'm a slut!' a voice rang in my head. I kicked the voice to the back of my head as he began to speak. "Wh-who..." He couldn't finish.
"L-leon." I gulped and sat up, hugging him, hoping he wouldn't push away in disgust.
Freddie's mouth made an 'O' and he hugged me back, gripping me tight. "Okay." Was all he said, but I didn't question his comment, just enjoyed the hug and acceptance. Freddie started again. "Can I- I help?"
I smiled widely. Everything was actually going to be okay. "Yeah. But don't let your mom find out, she might santize you and pray for the demons I inflicted on you to be banished." I chuckled.
Freddie smiled back and chuckled with me, still holding onto my arms. He let go and leaned back. "Let's rent a movie." He suggested and grabbed the remote. "Sam's choice." He looked up at me and grinned.