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They eventually found her phone, and were able to get home. It was tradition for all four of them, Carly, Gibby, Sam, and Freddie, to spend the evening together on the day before school starts. The two girls had started doing it the year they met, when they were five. Spencer would make his signature spaghetti tacos, and they would all watch movies. But this year, due to they're car troubles, and…they're not so troubles, Sam and Freddie didn't arrive at the Shay apartment until quarter to nine. Naturally, Carly had been bursting with questions about where they'd been.

"You're late! Where have you been? Why haven't you been answering your phones?"

Freddie was the first to answer." The car ran out of gas, and it took us forever to find Sam's phone to call a tow," He wasn't lying. That really happened; he just left out a few things.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, genius here forgot to fill up before driving an hour and a half out of town."

He returned her smirk. "Hey, you could at least be thankful. I was doing it for you, because I know how much you wanted to go to the new ribs place."

She couldn't resist a smile. "Yes, I know. What a sweetie you are." Her words were somewhat sarcastic, but she still said them with love. She nuzzled his neck affectionately, not surprised when Gibby and Spencer started making fake kissing noises, mocking them.

"Aw, stop," Carly scolded the two guys, "It's nice when they're not arguing."

"It's just weird! It's been almost two years and I still expect Sam to punch Freddie when he walks in the room, not kiss him!" Gibby said, looking around.

"Oh believe me, she hasn't stopped doing that." Freddie glanced at her and she rolled her eyes.

"Okay, can we move on? I need to eat while I'm still young."

The group stayed there until just after midnight, laughing and talking all the while. The four teenagers made plans for the upcoming fall; they wanted to go to the Haunted Forest on Halloween, homecoming, parties, and tons more. There was no thought that anything might step in the way of their last year at home.

The weekend after their first week back was not a pleasant one for Sam. The group had gone to a Mexican restaurant that Friday night, and shortly into their meal, the blonde felt a lurch in her stomach and had dramatically rushed from the table to the bathroom. Naturally, Carly followed her, to find her friend throwing up, and didn't stop for about fifteen minutes. When she'd finally felt better, they'd all left, Sam tossing threats to sue for food poisoning over her shoulder. She remained sick the whole weekend and through Monday of the next week, before Carly finally got her some nausea medication from the pharmacy. Going to the doctor was out of the question; it was on Sam's list of the top five things she despises most. It subsided for most of the week, but by the weekend she was throwing up again, but this time she had kept it to herself, not wanting to worry her friends. By now her period had been two days late, something that never happened to her. She's experienced PMS symptoms like usual a few days before; cramps along with some spotting, but no period. She just told herself that it was normal for it to come a little late, that everything was fine. And she made sure not to mention it to anyone. She had always been extra vicious during her menstrual cycles, so no one thought anything of it when she would snap at Carly or Freddie for no reason. They assumed it was just Sam being Sam.

She told her self, This is normal. It's okay. Just because I've never been late before, doesn't mean I can't be late now. It has nothing to do with what Freddie and I did two weeks ago. These thoughts all ran through her mind like tires spinning on a car. However she had herself well convinced that wasn't even a chance she could be pregnant. But another week passed. Then another. She had missed her period completely. With each day she grew more and more worried, yearning for the thing she usually complained about. She couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and conversations with her friends were detached, something that did not go unnoticed by them. She was exhausted, but couldn't sleep. Starving, but couldn't eat. She had never paid much attention in school, but in past experiences it was because she had been sleeping. Now she just stared into space, driving her self crazy with fear.

"This isn't happening," She muttered to herself one Saturday afternoon. She felt as if her heart hadn't stopped racing the entire month of September. Finally, she decided she couldn't endure the torture of not knowing any longer. Grabbing her spare key to her mom's car, she plucked her jacket off the couch and trudged out to the driveway. She drove her self to the nearest grocery store, mainly so she could use self checkout and skip the awkward looks from the clerk. But still, even as she drove home with the bag in the passenger seat, the idea that she could be pregnant was still out of the question in her mind. She was fully expecting one line to appear, therefore freeing herself from the worry of not knowing. In her head, it was already decided that she was not pregnant. Perhaps she was in denial, or maybe it was just her confidence to blame. However, as soon as she began opening up the package, all the fear she kept bottled up inside returned to the surface at once. She even sat down on her bed and read all the directions just to put it off for as long as possible.

Across town, Freddie Benson hopped in his car after grabbing lunch at a sub shop, planning to head over to Sam's house. Chewing on the tooth pick from his sandwich, he put the car in drive and pulled out towards the road.

As he'd been doing for a while now, he let himself in the house and tossed his jacket on the couch next to Sam's. Thinking she must be in her room, he crept up the stairs slowly, wanting to sneak up on his girlfriend. Even before they'd dated, scaring each other any chance they got seemed to have become their own little game. No one else had understood the fun in it except them. He reached the top of the stairs, a devious grin forming. Standing outside her door, he counted to three in his head and burst into the room. She whipped her head up, the shock prominent in her eyes. He could see she wasn't only scared; she looked guilty. And he'd seen her guilty face many times.

But her surprise was nothing compared to what he felt when he saw what she held in her hands. He only had to read the words First Response to get the point. His breath hitched, and he accidently inhaled the toothpick that rested in his lips. He began choking, kneeling over, to which Sam made no move to help him. She was too busy burying the box under her covers, and shoving the test in her pants, as she had no pockets. When the coughing finally stopped, he looked up at her, his face red and eyes watering.

"W-what were you holding?" He asked, terror in his voice.

She stared back at him, her facial expression matching his. "Oh, I um…it's nothing. Hey, did you just swallow a tooth pick? That's funny because the other day I was—"

"It's not nothing. What did you just hide in your pants?"

"It was…a thermometer. I thought I might have a temperature so I uh…well I took it and I…" Sam, usually a prize winning liar was completely cracking.

Freddie gulped. "Let me see it then."

Sam just stared at him. "Freddie it's nothing."

"Really? Because it looked a lot like…like a pregnancy test. And I don't know about you, but to me that's not nothing." He advanced towards her. "Let me see it."

Now she was panicking, and when she panicked she became aggressive. "No. This is my house. You can leave. How did you even get in?"

"You gave me a key a year ago.""Well I want it back," She held out her hand.

"Sam, why don't you want me to see it?"

She stared at him for a moment longer, before making a split decision, and darting out of the room.

"Sam!" He tried to grab her arm but she ran down the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. He walked to the door. "Sam." No answer. "Samantha." He only used her full name when he was really serious. He slid down the wall and waited a full ten minutes before knocking again. This time she yelled at him to go away. He should have thought of something to say, but his mind drew a complete blank. Sighing, he walked back into her room and strode over to her bed.

Maybe I'm overreacting, he thought desperately, Maybe it really was a thermometer. But deep inside he knew what it was, even if his head wouldn't believe it. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the covers aside, revealing one of the most terrifying sights an eighteen year old boy may ever see. It was indeed a pregnancy test. His head dropped into his hands. Suddenly, unable to stand, his legs gave out and he slid awkwardly to the floor. "No, no, no, no, no," He must have said the word a thousand times, and then some. Coincidentally, she was saying the exact same thing to herself in the bathroom, as she stared down at the white piece of plastic in her hands.

He waited for what seemed like hours, until finally he heard the door open. Looking up, he saw Sam walk in to the room, no tears on her face, which was a good sign.

"So…?" He asked, unable to wait any longer. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth a couple of times before closing it again.

"So," She finally said, "We have a situation."

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