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Spencer's Point of View

These are definitely not Carly's pants. Thank god.

But, Sam? Pregnant? Did Carly know? Freddie? The little Sam that was bad at showing her feeling towards guys since a little over a year ago? I couldn't even get myself to really belive it. Maybe I was just overtired. But it was right here.

Sam's Point of View

I woke up at five in the morning because I threw up. Man, and this is something I have to get used to? This was real. 9 months. A baby. I'll be a mom. At 17. Doesn't matter when I give him for adoption I would still be a mother. Freddie would be a father. He'll be in college knowing he's a dad. At 18. A dad to someone.

That sounds terrible. I didn't realize I was crying until a knock was on the door.

I cleared my throat, "Yeah?"

"Sam…?" It was Spencer, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Can you open the door?"

I quickly rubbed my eyes, even though they were a little puffy still, and opened the door.

Spencer's Point of View

I knew Sam was in here. It was 5 o'clock. She probably had that morning sickness that women get when they were pregnant. Women… Sam wasn't a woman. She was a girl. A little girl.

I heard a toilet flush, and it distracted me from my thoughts. I walked to the bathroom and heard a faint sniffling at the door. Sam…

I hesitantly knocked on the door, and they knocked a little harder.

I heard Sam clear her throat, "Yeah?"

"Sam…? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Can you open the door?"

A few seconds passed and the door opened.

Sam's hair was in knots, she was in sweats and a t-shirt, and her eyes were puffy. There were almost unnoticeable tear streaks on her cheek, but I noticed.

Sam… I mouthed, but didn't say it aloud.

"Are you sick?"

Sam closed her eyes, and opened them, "Yeah, my doctor said I have to take better care of my body… eat better and stuff." Her voice got lower.

"Oh, really?" I said it meaning to sound accusing, but it sounded more of a question.

"Yeah. Really. I'm okay, though." Shewas about to walk past me, but I grabbed her arm.

I just had to be an adult.

I pulled the paper out of my pocket, and unfolded it.

"What…" Sam's voice was confused. At least she made it sound confused.

Sam's Point of View

"What…" What was that? That wasn't my… appointment sheet was it? I checked my pockets- my jeans. Shoot.

Maybe it wasn't. What was the possibility that Spencer snooped through my jeans and read my letter? Almost 10% maybe. I'm paranoid.

"You're pregnant?" Spencer's voice was soft.

My eyes grew wide. I looked over to where Carly was sleeping on the couch. Good, she was sound asleep.

Lie. "No, I'm not."

Spencer looked at Carly and back at me, like he understood. Maybe understood that I didn't tell Carly yet.

He looked back to me, and pulled me upstairs. In the hallway upstairs, "Yes, you are." His eyes were accusing now.

I stuttered. I never stutter. "N-no, why the heck would you think that Spencer?" I pretended to sound hurt.

"Don't play, Sam." He looked a little disappointed, "This paper right here says you are 6 weeks along. You never told Carly?"

I didn't know what to say, so I tried accusing him and switch it around, "Why are you snooping through my things?" I snatched the paper from his hands.

"I thought they were Carly's. They were on my floor. Now, why didn't you tell anyone?"

I was frowning. I may even look angry, but I wasn't really.

I took a deep breath, "I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"Sam," He sighed, "Come on. You can tell me."

I could tell him. More than I can tell my mom, and right now, more than I can tell Carly or Freddie.

"Don't tell them." I was begging now.

"You mean you didn't even tell Freddie? Sam, how long have you even known?"

"Since yesterday! I just went to the doctor yesterday! I just found out yesterday! It's a lot to take in, Spencer. I want to tell someone, and I'm going to, but not today. I want to think."

Spencer didn't talk. He didn't look to tense up anymore; he was listening now.

"You didn't know for 6 weeks?"

I was guilty, "No… I… didn't notice the symptoms."

He looked at me, waiting for me to say something truthful.

"Okay, I noticed the symptoms, but I didn't think I was pregnant."

Still that look. God!

"Look, I really didn't know I was pregnant. The thought was in the back of my mind, but I just convinced myself it was a bug. I didn't want to believe it, Spencer. I'm just 17!" My voice cracked when I said 17, and for the first time, I cried in front of Spencer.

Spencer's Point of View

"I'm just 17!" Sam's voice cracked, and she instantly broke. I was shocked for the first few seconds, but then realized how lost she was, and how lost she will be without someone by her side.

I pulled her to me, "Sam, it's going to be okay."

"I'm scared." She said and it was barely audible. Sam. Scared. Tough Sam, now breaking down crying and scared to death.

"You will be okay, kiddo. You won't do this alone."

"Don't tell anyone. Don't tell Carly, or Freddie, or anyone."

"I promise."

She was shaking.

"You are going to tell Freddie and Carly right?"

"Of course I am! They have the right to know. Freddie is the father, even when I give the baby up for adoption, and Carly is my best friend. I just don't want to tell them yet." I didn't even think about her keeping of giving the baby. I mean, I knew Sam would give it away. It was the smart choice, she's only 17, and Sam hates kids anyway.

"Alright, but I think you should tell them. It would be easier for you, without all the secrets."

Sam looked up admiringly, tears in her eyes, "Wow, Spence. I didn't know you were the mature type." She joked, but then was serious, "Thanks."

I loved Sam like a sister. Almost like I did Carly.