Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Note: I don't know if I made this clear or not last chapter, but Carly didn't do that in Sam's locker. Sorry if it wasn't clear.

Carly POV

My body tensed up when I saw the words in Sam's locker. What those people said- Sam didn't deserve it. I don't have any intention, really, of talking to Sam or Freddie ever again, but it did get me a little… surprised (and maybe upset, I guess) to see what they did to Sam's locker. Sam's changed, though. I never thought she'd have to go through it, because, well… she's Sam.

When she asked about Spencer, I wanted to ask about how she's been doing. I really wanted to know-with the baby, and then the car wreck. Spencer already told me all about what might happen, like the baby born premature. I'm still angry with Spencer, but I live with him so I can't just ignore him. He tells me this stuff-I don't ask. I pretend I don't care about it, like I have no interest in Sam and Freddie's baby when I do. I wish I didn't though. Listening to Spencer tell me all about Sam and Freddie and how it's going, and how Sam's doing… but it isn't the same as tlking to her myself. Sam wouldn't tell Spencer the whole truth, anyway. They talk with each other a lot, but Sam isn't one for spilling her feelings out unless it's with people she's real close with. Like Freddie. Or me.

I can't believe those rumors were true. She didn't say anything.

I look at her, and think of what it would be like if she told me as soon as she found out. I just don't get why she didn't- I thought that we were best friends, as close as sisters. We fought sometimes, but she never made me feel as bad as this. Did she not trust me? Did she think that I wouldn't want to have anything to do with her? The more I think, the more I get angry and upset. I want to le Sometimes I think about talking to her, but then I change my mind when I think about it too much. I wouldn't want to.

Freddie's POV (One week later) (12 weeks pregnant)

I've never been to one of these before. These pregnant people check-ups… or at least that's what I've been calling them for the past few days. Sam has to go to them a lot more so they can check on the baby just to see if everything is going okay.

In the car Sam was complaining. We have a twenty minute trip to the doctors, and part of me has a feeling that it won't be so fun.

"It's so early!" She whined.

"It's 11:00 on a Saturday." I stated, and looked over to her.

"Exactly! Why are we here?"

I rolled my eyes. I woke up at nine… but I know Sam would sleep all day long if she could.

"Don't you want to see the baby on that screen? I never did before."

Sam looked at me, probably just realizing that I never seen the baby.

"It's ... not that big of a deal." She said, her voice sounding a little uncertain.

"Why? It's our baby."

"It's just a little creepy." She says in a small voice, and I was confused.

"What?"

"It's just a little creepy." She said a little more clearly.

"I heard you, I mean… why."

"Just..." she shrugged, "I didn't think… that this would be happening anytime soon."

I cleared my throat, "Yeah… me neither." I let out a breath.

"Everything is so different." She mumbled into her arm, she was leaning on the window. "Everything. I can't go without thinking about things. I used to be so relaxed and loving live… but now… I'm just so stressed thinking about things that I wish I didn't have to care about. I wish… that I didn't have to deal with this. Most girls are thinking about prom, which, I never even cared about, but now it sounds like a walk on the beach. Girls are worrying and stressing about what dress they are going to wear, where they will get it, what makeup they will put on, and what shoes will go with it… and I am worrying about this baby and that's it."

"You don't have to worry about it all the time." I said, in a lower voice, "I mean, I guess I wouldn't know how you feel completely… I'm not the one carrying him or her. You just need to relax a little. What confuses me, though, is that sometimes you seem to really have a liking to this baby… but sometimes you seem to wish it didn't exist at all."

"It's a complicated relationship." She laughed a little, "I don't want to."

I looked over to her, confused.

"I don't want to like the baby. I'm not keeping it anyway, so I don't want to have one of those 'motherly connections' with my unborn child… but-you know I had a nightmare last night, and I had a miscarriage. I woke up sweating."

Sam's mind always confused me, but I think I was actually getting it. She didn't want to be a mom, she didn't want to love the baby growing inside her, even though it is hers, because she is 17 years old and is supposed to be loving life and having fun.

"I don't want this baby," She said after I realized I didn't say anything, "but I am so scared that something is going to happen to him or her."

I slowed down at a stop light, "Whatever you are going to go through, you aren't going to be by yourself."

After a minute, when I was driving down the road again, she said, "Thank you."

We passed an ice cream shop at the corner of a road, and it made me think of when Sam was pregnant. I didn't know about it yet, though. I wonder if she even knew yet. It seemed like so long ago when we were just careless and in love… I guess. A lot's changed, and we aren't the same.

To break the silence, I cleared my throat and said, "Have you still been throwing up a lot?"

"It stopped for a little while, but then it came back. Every morning… and I get so dizzy sometimes that I throw up. I've been eating a lot of Sour Patches… you know, the sour kind of makes me feel better." She said, staring at the road.

"Why haven't you even said anything?" I looked over, slightly annoyed.

"I didn't think you wanted to know." She shrugged.

I frowned, "Sam why don't you get it? I want to know."

Sam bit her lip, and looked a little angry, but she didn't seem to be able to find the right words, "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize I had to tell you every single thing that's going on. You want to know that I had toast for breakfast, or that I put the wrong shoe on when I was getting ready this morning, or maybe that in school this week people trashed my locker."

My stomach tightened, "What?"

She scratched her neck, "Nothing."

"Nothing! Sam! It's like you are trying to just brush me away from everything. Can't you see I'm trying to help you through this whole thing? Stop trying to deal with everything yourself!"

"Freddie, stop yelling at me! You don't control my life, so stop acting like you do!"

"I'm not trying to control you life, Sam! It's not just your baby, I have a right to know things!"

"I don't see why you'd want to! We aren't married! We aren't even dating! So why do you care!"

I cringed, and didn't talk. I suddenly had a sick feeling in my stomach.

"Maybe I'll just drop you off. You can go by yourself, since you don't want me to be apart of this."

She didn't say anything, just looked out the window.

When we got to the doctors, I pulled the car up, and she got out. She stood there, like she was waiting for something.

"You really… aren't coming?" She asked, her voice sounded like she was sick.

"No." I forced out.

Author's Thing: I know I said this was going to be the chapter where I add the names of the people who commented first, but then I keep changing my mind. So I'm 99% sure that next chapter will have it, though…. Sorry! EVENTUALLY!