It had been yet another month. A pretty sucky month at that.
"Three months down...only 6 months left..." Carly smirked and looked into the mirror that I used to study my growing tummy with. "Time flys, doesn't it, Sam?"
I laughed nervously- really nervously. "Yep, I suppose. Gosh it's growing fast, i'in't it?" I nodded up towards it and poked my stomach curiously. "When do these things start to kick?" My top lip curled up in disgust.
Carly shook her head at me. "It's a people, don't call it a 'thing'. But I dunno, soon? Have you thought of names, yet?" She asked while crackling her gum wrapper. I paled.
Names? I hadn't even begun to think of them. It could be a girl in me...or a boy. "Ugh, no." I grunted and jumped back-first onto her bed off of the trampoline. "What'll we do about iCarly? It won't be a good influence on the youngin's if I, being a youngin, have a bubble belly." I sighed and gazed up onto the ceiling.
"Only headshots?" Carly suggested, a tweek of 'oh crap' in her tone. "Yeah. We'll make a bit called 'what crazy thing is on Sam's head?'" Carly stated, trying to get more confident about the situation.
I giggled. "I sure am gonna miss random dancing and all that chiz." I frowned. "This is gonna be sooo hard, Carls."
Carly nodded in agreement and her phone buzzed on her nightstand. " I don't know if we can pull this off, Sam. Honestly, sorry." Carly itched her nose and answered the call she was recieving.
I wasn't close enough to hear the caller but Carly sounded frustrated. Then she screamed. "Well flooks to you too!" And the conversation was over, leaving Carly furious and me clueless.
"What's up, cupcake?" I whispered and looked into her soft brown eyes. What could have went on in that small little phone call.
Carly huffed and pouted. "Nevel knows! And he's threatning to leak it!"