During the past two months, Spencer Shay had noticed a slight change in personality from the three kids that practically lived in his apartment. His sister had been quieter and she took a turn from her usual, cheery, optimistic, attitude towards life. She's been eating a ton and getting headaches. Sam, she no longer thinks she can take on life. She seems a bit more tired than usual and stopped getting detention! Now, this was a first. Spencer noticed that she would actually do her homework, study, and- well… not be Sam to stay out of detention. Why? He can't figure that out. Freddie, why, he's starting to grow (ehem, physically). Although this is not a personality change, Spencer feels he needs to find something "changing" with all the teens. Spencer was pondering this(to a Spencer- extent) when the three "different" teens walked in.
"Hey Spence." Carly greeted in a somber voice.
"CaaaarLAY!" He tried to lift the overwhelming blanket of sadness that walked through the door with them.
"Whatr yadoing?" Freddie jumbled his words together while hanging up his coat.
"You remember that time I accidentally ordered 200 pillows instead of two?"
"Yeah." Sam answered going in to the kitchen. (No surprise there.)
"Well, I didn't have anywhere to put 'em and I rented a storage unit. The man at the storage unit was Socco's brother, Tyler's wife's half fifth cousin twice removed on her dad's side."
"Is there a point?" Carly asked, getting annoyed. Spencer sensed this and decided to make it quick.
"Yeah." Spencer whined. Sam rolled her eyes and took a swig from her soda. "Have I ever told a story without a point?"
"Uhh… Ya!" Sam yelled.
"Well this one does! Lemme finish my stooory!" Spencer fussed throwing his hands.
"So… My time is up in the unit, ya know. Where I store the pillows, so I have to do something with them. I'm making a Guck!"
"What is a Gunk?" Freddie questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"A GUCK!" Spencer yelled. "G-U-C-K! Guck."
"What is a GUCK?" Freddie asked while rolling his eyes.
"A goose and a duck. I'm using the feathers with the pillows and making a gu-"
"Yeah. Me and Carly gotta go upstairs now. Ba-bye Spence." Sam cleverly avoided another story and dragged Carly up stairs.
That was mean. Spencer thought while continuing his guck.
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"Sam. I don't feel good. I haven't for a while and-" Sam shut Carly up with a look.
"Go buy a test!"
"It's not that. I know it's not."
"Have you ever been pregnant before?" Carly shook her head.
"No but I-"
"Go get the test." Carly sighed in defeat.
"Let's go." The girls got Freddie to drive them to the closest BVS but they didn't tell him why.
"Freddie. Go get two of each pregnancy tests available." Sam ordered.
"No, of course not. Why doesn't Carly just go. Or you?"
"GO!"
"Fine." Carly handed Freddie Spencer's credit card.
Freddie was searching for the aisle with those tiny sticks that go you-know-where and could determine his future with Carly and Carly's future in general. He finally found them and faithfully put two of each in the tiny basket. The checkout lady was really cute. She even flirted with him! She winked and Freddie smiled. When she saw what Freddie was buying though, she turned her head in disgust.
"They're not for me. Well, why would they be for me? I'm a boy. But I mean, they're for my friend whose a girl. Not my girlfriend. I don't have one. I mean. Ugh! Just ring it up." Freddie paid and left.
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"So?"
"All the tests are positive except the three dollar one." Carly said. Just saying it made it reality for her. She could no longer put it off or push it to the back of her mind.
Carly Shay was in fact pregnant.
I stop there. This is a different writing style for me in the beginning of this chappie. Please review. It would make my day.