Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've just been unfocused on this. I'll try to update more often.

9 weeks pregnant

"Hey, Sam." Carly said, walking to her locker next to mine.

"Hey, Carly-o." Just try to lighten the mood…

"Coming over after school today?" She asked, casually.

"'Course."

"Okay," She grinned, "Maybe we can go to the mall."

"Sure."

"See you later, gotta get to Briggs." She said, and shut her locker.

"Uh, wait-" I said, reaching for her arm, but she turned around anyway.

"Yep?"

"I gotta…. say something." I shifted from one foot to the other.

She looked at me curiously, and a little uncomfortable.

I just wasn't a kind of person who was very serious in conversations, so when I start to say something in a serious tone, Carly knows something is happening.

I looked up to the ceiling, biting my lip, "This is- you know that rumor about me? Going around?"

"Yeah." She said, slowly.

The bell rang, and Carly glanced toward her classroom, then quickly back to me, as if saying Can we talk later?

"Well it's true." I said, quickly.

"What?" She said, with a little laugh.

All of the sudden, she came to some realization, "Wait, what?"

I pushed my bangs back, and took a breath.

Carly was looking at me. Her face was blank, and she sort of stumbled a little when she took a small step back.

"Are, wait- who…." She stuttered, "Sam…" She said softly.

She looked at me, as if it was the last time she would ever see me. She really studied me. Studying what my face, and my clothes, and my stomach.

"Please tell me this is a joke, Sam." She looked me seriously in the eye, begging me to tell her it was.

"It's real."

She looked as if she was about to move towards me, but then hesitated and backed up.

I sighed.

"I have to go, I'll see you later." She quickly said, and turned towards class.

Carly's POV

My heart stopped beating. It took me some seconds to fully comprehend the words she said.

"Wait, what?"

The look on Sam's face was serious. Complete serious- it scared me.

She didn't look the way she did a minute ago. She looked older- she didn't look like a kid anymore. I looked at her.

Who? And, when…. Why? How? How could she be so… irresponsible? It's Sam we are talking about. She's the most immature, childish girl I ever met. She wasn't some girl who would…

There was a lump in my throat.

"Are, wait-who…" I stuttered, "Sam…"

I couldn't stop studying her. No, it's not true. This is Sam we are talking about. Of all people, not her. She didn't do anything! She couldn't…

"Please tell me this is a joke, Sam." I begged.

"It's real."

She was blinking- trying to keep the tears from falling. I know that feeling- but I've never think Sam would.

She was wearing her tie-dyed high tops with her black jeans. Her yellow shirt wasn't loose- but she wasn't showing yet.

How long was she? Who was it that did this? Was it Freddie? What was she going to do? What about school? What was she going to do with the baby? Who else did she tell? Did she just find out?

I was going to ask these, but I couldn't get them to come out of my mouth.

"I have to go, I'll see you later." I quickly spit out, and got to class.

I'd see her later.

Later…

I didn't talk to Sam when we were at our lockers. She kept looking at me, though. I could feel her eyes, her poor, desperate eyes. Sam was so tough, though. She could handle it, but now… now that I look at her, she looks…. so… oh, if I had the words.

I wish I could say something, but Ii didn't think any words would even come out. There was a knot in my throat.

Suddenly, Sam's locker slammed, "You mad at me?" It was her same, strong, attitude filled voice.

She was still Sam.

"I'm not mad." I managed to say, "Come on. Let's go to my apartment…. Spencer went grocery shopping yesterday…. We should be well stocked."

She grinned, but it wasn't a full hearted grin.

I grabbed my bag, and headed to the door with Sam trailing behind me.

Spencer's POV

I heard the door slam, and I climbed down my ladder. I was making a model of the universe in the studio, only with my one-of-a-kind Spencer twist.

I wondered how things were going at school. I wonder if Sam was here.

I walked down the stairs to see Carly pouring a glass of juice absentmindedly, and Sam studying the palms of her hands as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

"Hey, guys." I said, as I went to Carly for juice. She poured me some.

"Hey, Spence." Sam called after a few seconds of silence.

Carly rubbed her hands together over and over again, and she only did that when something was bugging her.

"You alright?"

She looked up as quickly as she looked back down- fast.

"I'm alright, are you?"

"Yeah, I'm… fine." I was puzzled at what was going on.

I looked over to Sam, who was no longer looking at her palms- but scratching her arm.

Sam wasn't getting food- which, I've noticed she hasn't been doing anyway since half the food she sees makes her nauseous. I wondered if Carly found out if Sam was pregnant. I wouldn't ask, though.

"School okay?" I asked to break the silence.

"Yep." Carly said, sipping her juice and taking a seat on top of the counter. Not by Sam.

"You guys fighting or something?" It probably wasn't the case since Sam was actually in the apartment, which led to me once again concluding that Carly found out.

Sam made a small sniffle from the other side of the room. Was she crying?

She coughed a second after, "I'm getting a tissue." She announced, getting up to go to the bathroom."

Once she was gone I asked, "So, what's going on with you two?"

"Nothing, we're fine." She said, and after an awkward silence, she said, "I'm getting my book-hair…brush."

"Your book-hairbrush?"

She looked towards the stairs, absent-mindedly, "Mhmm…"

She went upstairs.

Sam walked out of the bathroom, and looked up at me, noticing Carly wasn't here anymore.

"I told her."

"Is she mad?"

"I don't know."

I leaned onto the counter.

Sam sighed, and layed her head back.

I wanted to comfort her, she needed comfort. I'm sure Freddie has comforted her since he's discovered everything.

I walked over to her.

"You know Carly… it takes her time to digest things. She's a thinker. She thinks things, and stresses about them, but she comes around- she always comes around."

"Yeah, I know. I just… wish she didn't have to. I feel so… disgusting. Having a best friend that's pregnant? Or for Freddie…. having a girl- ex-girlfriend…. Who's pregnant with your baby? Going through school, being judged. If anyone should go throught that- it's me. Not Carly or Freddie. I just want to go away-get away from everything. You can't escape though."

"Don't say that, Sam. You don't deserve that. I'm no inspirational speaker, but just hear me when I say- everything's going to be fine."

I pat her shoulder, and she nodded.

"I'll finish my solar system model." I grinned, but she didn't see. I headed upstairs.

I passed Carly's room, and had to walk back to see what she was doing. She was sitting on the floor, her back to me.

I knocked on the door, "Everything okay, kiddo?"

She jumped, and put something on the ground quickly.

"What you got there?"

"Just pictures that I found." She said, casually, and picked them up again.

As I got next to her, I saw they were pictures of her and Sam as kids. Innocent, little kids, and I knew what she was thinking- the exact thing I was.

Carly's hands were shaking the slightest bit. I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't looking closely.

"You guys were so small there, I knelt down, and pointed to the two girls on our couch, "So cute and innocent." I laughed without much humor.

"Yeah." She spoke in a way that was barely audible.

"You both grew up a lot. I can't believe how long you've been friends… I mean you guys are in senior year now!"

Carly made a small, funny noise before saying, "Sam's pregnant."

There was a long pause as she waited for me to say something.

"I know."

"You know?"

Uh-oh.