Holy shit! You guys are amazing! Over a thousand hits?! Jesus Christ!

I sat on the couch of the Shay's apartment numbly. Freddie had come over to talk 'nerd talk' with Carly. And all I could do was pretend to listen, muttering a 'mm, hmm' or nodding at appropriate times. I didn't know what to say, mainly out of shock.

I only half heard and saw Spencer go into the bathroom. I'm sure Carly and Freddie noticed something was wrong, but I couldn't be certain...

Suddenly, Spencer stormed out of the bathroom, looking peaved. He held something in his hand. He had his arms crossed over his chest, though, so I couldn't see what it was. "Carly Andromeda Shay!" he yelled.

"What?" Carly asked, looking over her shoulder at her brother.

"Carly Shay, I trusted you. I trusted you and you showed me no regard!"

Carly stood. "Spencer, what are you talking about?!"

"You know, Carly. You know." He unfolded his arms, revealing a...pregnancy test.

Carly froze. "Spencer, I don't know who's that is, but it isn't mine!"

"Whose is it, then? Hmm?"

I didn't speak up. I was too afraid. I sat there, mouth agape. Freddie's eyes were wide.

"I don't know!"

"You're grounded, Carly. A week. I might understand if you would just tell the truth, but..."

"I'm not lying!"

"Two weeks!"

"Spencer!"

"Stop." I stood. "It's not Carly's. It's...it's mine."

Everyone froze, eyes on me. Spencer wasn't sure whether to believe me or whether he should think I was lying. "Well then. I'm sorry, Carly. You're not grounded." He left the room, pale as a ghost.

"Thanks, Sam," Carly said. "But you didn't have to lie just for me...."

"I wasn't lying." I sighed. "I'm pregnant, Carly. Freddie."

They sat there in shock, mouth agape. Freddie looked like he was about to faint. I could just stand there, looking at my feet. Freddie's face went white. Completely white. And I was certain I could hear his heartrate raise about a million fold.

"Are...are you..." Carly started, but she stopped. "You can't do iCarly anymore, you know!"

"I know."

"Is it...Freddie's?"

"Well, it may be mine, but it may be a complete stranger's..." Freddie said. Ooh, Fredward, bad choice of words...

"A complete stranger's?! Oh my God, Sam, do you sleep around or something?!"

I felt tears in my eyes. I shook my head, then ran and bounded up the stairs, but I could still hear Freddie talking. "No, Carly, she was raped and she came to my house and we just...you know...!"

"Oh, my God, Freddie, I'd expect Sam to be an idiot, but you..."

"Sam's not an idiot! She just made bad choices! I was just joking and she said 'okay' and I didn't know what else to say, and..."

"Oh, sure, Freddie! I just can't believe you two right now!"

I sighed, went into the iCarly studio, and opened Freddie's laptop. I turned on his camera. Time to do a special broadcast of iCarly.

"Live in five...four...three...two...one..."

I bounded in front of the camera. "Hey, iCarly fans. It's me, Sam. I have something I wanted to tell you." I paused for dramatic effect...and I wasn't sure where to begin. I continued on, "In a few months I won't be able to do iCarly anymore. It's a series of events far too elaborate to go into right now, but I'm sure soon it will get out and you'll all know, and before that happens, I'd just like to say I'm sorry. Especially to the younger fans of the show. I'm sorry to my mom, my dad, my sister, to Carly, Freddie...I'm just sorry. But please, don't ever stop watching iCarly. I'm sure Carly will find a new cohost and the show will be as good as ever. So this is Sam, signing off...possibly for the last time."

I walked out of the shot and ended the recording. I sat down outside of the studio, and burried my head in my knees. I wrapped my arms around my legs.

"Sam?"

It was Carly.

"Sam, are you okay?" She shook me. "Sam?"

"Go away," I said.

"What?"

"Go away!" I said, tears falling out of my eyes. "I said go away. You don't want to be my friend, you think I'm stupid, and I just don't want to talk to anyone because I'm scared and I don't know what I'm gonna do!"

"It's okay, Sam..." she said, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"No, it's not!" I said, shoving her hand off my shoulder. "I'm going to be afraid my entire life because some idiot used me for his own personal game, and now I'm pregnant, and it may be some complete stranger's kid!" The sob raked through my entire body. I told myself that Samantha Jean Puckett doesn't cry...but now I know it's not true. "I'll never be the same again, Carly, because of some asshole's decision on the spur of the moment!" The tears were ricocheting down my cheeks, making my mascara and eyeliner run. Yeah, I actually wear make-up...go figure.

"Sam. It's okay. I'm here for you. I wish it was me and not you. I..."

"I wouldn't inflict that on anybody. Not even my worst enemy."

"Sam. It's alright. Just calm down. We can sue him if the baby's his. We can sue him regardless. I hope. But I'll be here for you, don't you worry. Just be calm."

"Carly...?"

"Yeah?"

"I will never be okay, this has screwed up my entire life. I don't think I can be 'calm' just yet."

"I've got ham...?"

I stood up. "Well, maybe I could be calm for a minute or two..."

Yeah, IDK about this chapter. Whatever.

Last laughs: My mom sent me a text tonight to tell me dinner was ready.

--Maddie Marie