Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Yes. I did leave a cliffhanger. Since this author's note means almost nothing, I'll let you start reading.

He broke up with me. For a minute that's all I was even thinking about. Everythings just ruined. He's gone, and we are done.

Then I realized- the pictures.

Oh no.

My heart raced, and I didn't know what I could do. I had to stop him from going up there.

I ran after him, "Freddie, wait!" I called up the stairs. He was probably pretty far up, so I ran as fast as I could.

"Freddie!"

He turned around.

I ran up to him, "Um, for…" For… for, for what? What was I supposed to make up?

I continued, "For iCarly… rehearsal tomorrow… should I make index cards?"

"Since when do you make index cards for iCarly?" He sounded confused, and a little awkward, and took another two steps up the stairs.

He should be confused; He knows I'm too lazy to make index cards; that's Carly's job.

"Well I- Carly's always doing the index cards so maybe-" Ok. This wasn't going to stop him from going to his apartment. I had to think of something to make him go back downstairs.

"Ow!" I fake yelled, and I made myself fall onto the stairs, "I- my ankle! I landed on it funny."

"Are you okay?" He seemed a little confused, and not as concerned as I was hoping. Heck, I wouldn't be that concerned if this was him falling. I'd probably laugh first.

"No," I said, pretending to look in pain, "I can't walk on it, I think it's twisted of something."

"Here," He was concerned now. He hed his arm out, "I'll help you up."

I don't even get how he can be concerned about a stupid thing like this. It's pathetic, but Freddie will always be caring, no matter who you are.

I shook my head, "Can you go downstairs and get a first aid kit? I think Lewbert has a first aid kit. Or maybe some ice."

"We don't have to go all the way downstairs to get ice."

"Can you get it from Spencer then?"

He was a little suspicious, and a lot confused, but he slowly walked up the stairs.

After a few moments of stupidly sitting on the stairs and planning to sprint up to his apartment, I heard the door slam. Time to put this plan into action.

I raced up to his apartment about as fast as I did that time I was running from the cop and knelt down in front of Freddie's door to pick the lock. I twisted it desperately, please work, please open!

Click!

Yes! I twisted the door, and when I looked down, the pictures were gone.

I slowly looked up to see Freddie looking at them, and then he looked down to me.

.. .. .. …. .. .. .. .. …. .. .. .. .. …. .. .. .. .. …

He didn't even say anything at first. He looked back to the pictures. I can see his hands were tightly gripping the photos. He didn't read the letter on the back yet.

My hands were sweaty, and I quickly yanked them from his hands.

"Hey!" He said, "What is that?"

"Nothing." I snapped, "You were supposed to be getting me ice from Spencer!"

He pointed down to my leg, and exclaimed, "You aren't even really hurt you just faked it!" As he accused me, he also had a mixture of hurt, and anger in his voice, if that's even possible to have all three.

I was doing what I did best; turn things onto other people.

"You didn't know I wasn't hurt! I could've been really hurt and you would've just left me there!"

"Don't," His voice was surprisingly sharp, and it shocked him almost as much as it did me, and he softened his tone just a little, "put this on me. My mom is a nurse, she has a massive sized first aid kit right in the kitchen."

He snatched the photos right from my hand, leaving me guilty.

I always regret what I say, but you just can't go back and change it. Now was one of those times I wished I could go back in time. Go back to before I accused him when he had one- hundred percent right to accuse me. Go back to before I slid the photos under the door. Before I went to the doctors. Before I took those pregnancy tests, and before I had sex with Freddie.

Now was one of those moments… when the only thing you can do is just wait. Wait and accept what will happen, because there is no way I can stop whatever is going to happen now, from happening. The secret ended here.

Freddie's anger seemed to have disappeared almost completely as he was reading the note. No doubt he would be mad, but he wasn't as mad as he was before. He looked upset. Heartbroken?

I would be too if I found out I couldn't trust my boyfriend. It was stupid what I did, looking back. I should've just told him from the start like Spencer said. He was right. And Freddie would've been with me the whole time if I told him. I knew that the whole time, but couldn't even tell him. I was a huge coward, and an awful person who thinks they don't ever need help, but do. Desperately.

"Freddie," I barely breathed out the words, "I'm.. sorry."

"You're… sorry?" He said slowly, and I knew he was going to be saying a lot more than that.

"More than sorry. Freddie, I was stupid. One- hundred and ten percent idiotic. I was a coward, and I thought that if you had me and a dumb baby distract you from school, you wouldn't forgive me. And… I also thought that you wouldn't want to be with me if you had to deal with this." I said that last part quietly. I am just so brainless, and I wish I would just use my head.

"So I thought I would be tough, and do it on my own…" The sound of my voice made me realize that I would have another breakdown soon. God, I hope not. "But I'm not so tough after all."

I struggled to hold back tears. Trying to still be tough, even though I knew I wasn't.

I looked to the ground, waiting for something to happen.

I heard Freddie sigh, and he walked over to the kitchen.

I couldn't see him, but I heard the fridge open, and after a few seconds it closed. I assumed he was trying to calm down and find something to eat. It wasn't working. It opened again, and then, shut loudly.

"Why didn't you just tell me!" He said angrily, and I walked in to see him.

He was more hurt than angry, though. You can tell that from their face if you've known a person for so long.

There weren't many times when I've seen Freddie get seriously mad before, and I've only seen him completely explode once. That one time is now.

He grabbed a flower vase off the counter, and chucked it at the wall, making glass shatter all over. I jumped in shock.

"Fredd-"

He threw the digital clock at the wall, too.

"Freddie!" I grabbed his hands, and he shook them free, putting them on his forehead and leaning on the counter.

"How could you think I would leave you? Have nothing to do with you. How could you think that?" His voice cracked, and he didn't look at me.

So that was what made him explode. Not the pregnancy, but the fact that I thought he would leave.

He finally looked up at me, and his eyes gleamed with tears, and my heart would've split in half right then if I could.

I didn't mean it like that.

"No, no, Freddie." I begged, grabbing hold of his arm, "I knew you would never… I was just… a coward. I don't know why, but I couldn't tell anyone. Not you, Carly… I knew you wouldn't leave. I promise I knew, I just couldn't bring myself to tell you. I thought it would be too much of a distraction for you, and who would want to deal with that? We're seventeen for crying out loud! It's already ruining my life! I didn't want it to ruin yours, Freddie!"

He looked up at me. His eyes were red, and a little wet. I instantly broke down, and cried into my hand.

All the sudden, a hesitant hand was on my shoulder. I looked up, and Freddie's eyes were closed and his breathing was shaky.

"You're pregnant…" He breathed.

I hugged him tighter than I ever had before, "I'm so sorry." I mumbled into his shoulder.

I know I won't own his trust, or even forgiveness for a while, but he wasn't going to disappear on me now.