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"So cute and innocent…" Spencer laughed a little.
"Sam's pregnant." I quickly blurted out without thinking. I didn't care though. He had the right to know, he was my brother; he'd find out anyway.
I wondered in those two or three seconds how he'd react, if he'd hate Sam, or think mean things about her. I hope he didn't… I mean, as much confusion and tension I'm feeling right now about Sam and everything, I'm not thinking meanly about her. She's still my friend, I just don't know how or what to say to her.
"I know."
I must've heard wrong, I had to have. I just knew, though, that he said what I thought he said.
"You what?"
I clenched my fists, unaware that I was even doing so.
I thought the possibilities, and relaxed when they were realistic.
Sam told Spencer after me. I just get mad sometimes without even thinking things through, and I calmed down.
After I went upstairs, she probably told Spencer. I bet she just found out, too, that's why she's letting us know. We are the closest thing to her family, and she wouldn't not tell us. She wouldn't keep it from us; she doesn't keep secrets anymore.
Spencer looked at me, "I said I know."
"She told you?"
"Yeah."
I sighed, and before I spoke, Spencer interrupted-"I wanted to tell you; I didn't like keeping it from you, Carls, I mean she's your best friend, but it's Sam's problem, and she's old enough to do whatever she wants. She was going to tell you, and if she didn't I would, but she was going to. And she did."
There was something I wasn't getting- at first, anyway, but then suddenly everything clicked together to make sense.
"Wait… how long did you know?"
He quickly looked at me, confused, but then it was obvious that he came to realization, "A few weeks."
"Weeks? A few weeks?"
Spencer got up from the floor, and I stood up with him.
"Carly don't be mad-"
"Spencer, you are my brother! Why wouldn't you tell me!" I felt like I was about to cry, and I probably sounded like a whiney, dramatic teenager but I didn't care. How could he do this is to me? How could Sam do this to me? We were supposed to trust eachother. Spenser was the one I always went to when I found out something, and he was supposed to do the same. Sam is my best friend- but it's obviously been proven other wise because if we were really best friends I would have been one of the first people to know. The fact that she's known for weeks-Spencer's known for weeks and didn't tell me makes me feel like I can be torn apart. All these years, thinking I could tell her everything. I should've just come to my senses when she kept it a secret about kissing Freddie- it was a sign, because this is a lot worse.
When Spencer hesitated to speak for half a second, that's when I left the room.
I didn't want to hear what he had to say, no matter what it was. He's the person I was supposed to trust the most. More than Sam, more than Freddie-
Freddie.
Is it Freddie's baby? Does he even know? I doubt he does- they broke up. If he knew, he probably would be around her more.
When I got downstairs, I was glad Sam wasn't here anymore. I don't know what would happen if she was. I didn't want to see her. Ever. She called herself my best friend? Sure, hiding the biggest secret ever from me, but telling everyone else. Just here for iCarly.
The more words I thought, the more I questioned. What's going to happen with iCarly? Right now, that's the least of my problems, but I'd have to go back to it. I just want to figure out if Freddie knows, or if it's even his. Why would he keep it from me if he knew? I wouldn't expect Freddie to keep this from me… but then again, Spencer did.
I didn't notice the tears falling from my face until I had to wipe my tears that I felt rolling down my cheek.
I hate them. They've been like family for years, and Spencer actually was, but now it doesn't feel like it. There is a sudden gap between us all of the sudden. They were all together, and I was separate.
Sam's Point of view
I wish I knew what was going on upstairs. I didn't like when people talked about me and I didn't know what they were saying. I know they are talking about me. What else would they be talking about after hearing about me, the weather?
I should've just told her in the first place. I feel o.k. now that everythings out. It's not perfect, but there are no secrets.
I didn't want to sit by myself in the Shay's house anymore, it was obvious Carly wasn't going to be talking that much today, anyway.
I stalked out, and knocked on Freddie's door. I wonder if he'll ever tell his mom. I don't even want to picture how she'd react. What about my mom? Not that she cares, right?
I sighed, and heard the door handle turn.
Freddie answered, thank god, too. I don't make eye contact that often with Mrs. Benson anymore. I keep feeling like she knows, even though she doesn't.
I keep catching myself unable to say the word. Pregnant. It's a nasty word.
"Hey." He said nonchalantly, smiling a little.
"Hey." I was quiet, and looked down.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned all of the sudden.
"I told Carly… about it."
He stood there for half a second, and then extended the door for me to come in, "My moms not home."
I walked in and he shut the door behind me.
"So what happened?"
"Nothing. She's just not talking. I kind of wish she'd actually say something, though. Talk, yell, anything, just so I know what she's thinking."
"You guys are best friends," He said, still not looking in my eyes; he hasn't been doing that. I feel like no one is talking directly to me anymore; I feel like an outsider. "It'll all be okay."
"That's just it, though! We are best friends!"
He looked at me in confusion, "What?"
He understood right after he said it, though, "Oh."
Carly is my best friend. We have to trust each other. Freddie knew about it, Spencer knew about it. She didn't know about it. If Spencer told her, then she's probably breaking right now. I'm a horrible friend, and I'd be upset to- more than upset.
I aimlessly wandered around the apartment, just because I didn't want to sit down. As I passed the counter, something caught my mind.
"What's this?" I asked curiously at first.
There was a test on the counter- a failed test.
"It's a test." He said, slowly coming over.
"Yeah, but why is there an F on it?"
He shifted on his feet, "I've just been a little unfocused lately."
I turned around to look at him.
He had purple circles under his eyes, and his hair wasn't gelled up like it usually was.
I cleared his throat, "It's not a big deal."
"Not a big deal!" I scoffed.
His eyes met mine, and I had to take a step back from surprise. The eyes I haven't seen in so long; the sweet, soft, milky chocolate eyes that I fell in love with- they were still there. His hair may be a mess, and his eyes may have bags from lack of sleep and stress, but you can always look in his eyes and see the same Freddie.
"Grades don't matter that much in senior year, the applications have been sent-"
"Grades still matter! That F can be the difference from one college to another! It will only get worse!"
"Sam!" He grabbed my shoulders, "I don't want to talk about this! I know you are doing this because you care-trust me. I know. It always touches me when I know that you are thinking about me. I know you care. I'll never blame you for this- ever. No matter what's going on- how mad I am, or whatever- this will never be your fault. O.k.? I want to be here for you. With you."
"I- okay. This is senior year, though. We are supposed to be having fun, going to parties, making it the best year ever because it's our last year. We are growing up-"
"Sam. You will never grow up- no matter how old you are, you will always be a kid." He grinned, trying to get me to smile once.
"I just don't want to be suffering throught this while everyone- Carly, everyone, is out enjoying it."
"We aren't suffering." He said, a little more sternly.
"I just don't want to worry, anymore."
Freddie got closer, "Sam, you don't have to worry. You aren't alone, I'm always right here."
His chocolate eyes melted in mine, and it felt like we never broke up.
Author's Note: So yes, Freddie can actually start to show more affection to Sam now. He understands her, and he trusts her.
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