I know, big surprise that I'm writing about an unexpected pregnancy. I've never done that one before. Anyway, this is my first Seddie fic, and I'm really excited about it cause Seddie is the most adorable fucking couple to ever walk this universe. I've always shipped this pairing, so I'm excited to finally be writing a fic about them! I'm gonna be focusing mainly on Seddie as of now, since Loliver is pretty much dead. I hope you guys enjoy and review! I'll try to post chapter 2 sometime next week. Enjoy!

"Shit, Carly." I burst through the door of Carly and Spencer's apartment. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." I mumble, glancing around the room, my eyes landing on the kitchen table, which Carly, Spencer and their freakish cousins are sitting around. Each one of them is giving me a death glare. I force a half smile at the Dorfmans. "Um, Carly? May I see you in the studio, please?" I grumble, my mouth still stuck in a fake smile.

I decide not to make this any more awkward with having to wait for the elevator as they all stare at me, so I take the stairs. I run up as fast as I can, swinging open the door of the iCarly studio. Carly follows shortly after, a sour look on her face. "Sam! What was that? My cousins are down there, okay? The Dorfmans! Do you know how-"

I cut her off. "I know, sorry." I murmur. "But seriously, this is important."

Carly opens her mouth and then shuts it, taking a deep breath. "What?" She asks quietly.

I sigh. "Um, so...a couple of months ago, I um, went to this party."

Carly raises an eyebrow. "Sam, I know. I was there."

I force a smile. "Right, right. Well um, like I was saying. A party. There was alcohol at this party, you know, cause that's usually what goes on. And um, Freddie, he was also at this party."

"Sam!" Carly shouts. "I think you're forgetting that I was there."

I shush her and clear my throat, trying to continue my story. "So I drank something. It was only like a glass, I swear. I have no idea what it is, but it was good. Really good, I guess, cause even Freddie drank some. I don't know what kind of drink gets you that drunk with one glass, but this one did. We were both totally wasted. I guess you left by this time, I don't really know where you were, actually. Anyway, I guess I should stop rambling and just tell you. Well, um, we slept together, Freddie and I." I look down at the door while saying this, refusing to see Carly's reaction.

I raise my head slowly. Carly is standing there, complete shock on her face. "So you...and Freddie...you...had sex?" Her voice cracks on the last part of the sentence.

"I wish that was the worst part." I say quietly.

Her eyes widen. "I don't know if I want to hear this." Carly mumbles.

"Yeah, well." I take a deep breath. "I'm knocked up. And uh, it's Freddie's." I manage to croak out. I glance over at Carly, whose mouth is wide open.

"You're eighteen! Holy shit, Sam! What about his mom? What is she gonna-" Carly abruptly stops talking as she sees a tear glide down my cheek. I hardly ever cry, but talking about this is making me want to sob. I can't hold Freddie back from his life like that, not to mention how Marissa is going to feel about it. I can't even imagine. What did I get myself into?

Carly wraps her arms around me tightly, and I silently cry into her shoulder. It's so silent that I can almost feel the door creaking open. I pull away from Carly fast, noticing Spencer in the doorway.

"Um, hey, girls. Anyone up for pudding cups?" He asks awkwardly. Carly shakes her head sharply.

"We're fine, Spencer." She says, raising her eyebrows and glancing towards the door.

"Right, uh, okay." He says. Carly rolls her eyes. He couldn't have gotten out of there faster. If there's anything Spencer hates talking about, it's girl problems. And this? This is a huge girl problem.

Carly faces me and takes a deep breath. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know!" I shout. "I have no idea what I'm going to do!" I bury my face in my hands and Carly grips my wrist.

"You should tell Freddie." She murmurs.

"I should do a lot of things." I say, glancing at her in the corner of my eye. I can't tell Freddie. I can't just tell him this. He's smart, he's got an entire future ahead of him. Me? Maybe not. I can raise a kid alone. I have practice, I pretty much had to raise myself. Which reminds me...my mother. Telling my mom I'm pregnant at eighteen will guarantee me getting kicked out of the house. So where does that leave me? Alone, homeless, pregnant. And to top it off, I'm still only a teenager. A teenager having a baby with my best friend. My best fucking friend.

I shut my eyes and Carly puts an arm around me. "Do you wanna spend the night?"

I sniffle. Like there was even a choice. Carly starts walking downstairs, and I follow after her. The Dorkman's are already gone, and Spencer is in his bedroom, probably working on a sculpture or watching Celebrities Underwater. I collapse on the couch, yelling at Carly to grab me some chicken. Almost the exact second I say that, Freddie appears in the doorway, looking down.

"Hey, Carly. I found this new software that we can use in iCarly this week, It's really cool and-" He looks up and stops talking. "Oh." He simply mumbles. "I should go, sorry, I didn't realize that you were busy." I roll my eyes. Ever since we slept together, Freddie has been finding any excuse he can to avoid me. We've probably said a total of six words to each other in the last two months, half of them being 'I hate you'. I wonder how Carly couldn't even notice. I guess she's just oblivious.

"Freddie, it's fine, stay over here!" Carly shouts from the kitchen. I glare at her.

Freddie hesitates before slowly walking into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. "Yeah?"

"Nothing." She says, walking into the living room, holding drinks and popcorn. "I just feel like I haven't seen you two together in so, so long."

I smile sarcastically towards Carly. "Thanks for that, Carles, but I'm sure Fredward's mom wants him home by now, correct?" I look at Freddie. He shrugs.

"It is only seven thirty." Carly says. I glare at her and she smiles back. "Alright kids, make yourselves at home!"

"Freddie." I clear my throat. "Uh, what goes on?"

"Nothing." He muses.

"Cool, cool. Um, by the way, I'm uh...hungry." Carly shoots me a look. "Really hungry." I add, glaring back at her.

Freddie raises an eyebrow. "There's a surprise." He pauses. "Why are you acting so jumpy?"

"Jumpy? Me? What? No!" I say in less than four seconds. "Uh, so do you want some popcorn? Here!" I toss the popcorn bowl to Freddie and popcorn flies all over his lap. He hardly reacts, just slowly picks the small pieces up from his waist.

"Oops." I mumble. "Sorry."

"That's weird." Freddie says, looking over at me.

"What's weird?" I ask, way too paranoid.

"You apologized." He replies.

I take a deep breath, ignoring what he just said. "Remember that one time?" I murmur.

He pauses for a second, and Carly takes this as her cue to leave the room. "I'm gonna go...um, walk the dog!" She shouts. Freddie and I are too busy with our thoughts to even notice.

Freddie just nods. "Are you talking about…?"

"Yeah." I reply shortly. I try to keep my breathing persistent as I talk. I can hardly hear myself over the loud beating of my heart pounding in my ears. "I'm knocked up." I don't even think about saying the dreaded p word. That word just makes it seem more serious...more real. I mumble so quietly that I hope Freddie couldn't hear it. Oh, but he heard it. His eyes are widened and his mouth is open.

"You…I…really?" Is all he manages to get out. I look down at my feet and nod.

"I'll make an appointment to, you know, take care of this. It's not a big deal, my mom has had like ten abortions." I have to remind myself to breathe through this whole sentence, glancing up at Freddie after I finish talking.

He shakes his head. "No! No…I don't want you to…God, how are we gonna do this?" Freddie puts a hand on his forehead and groans. "Shit, Sam. My mom is gonna-"

"Can you shut up about your mom?" I yell. Freddie looks offended immediately. "Sorry." I mumble quietly. "I just-I know how she's gonna react. I would rather not…talk about it."

Freddie nods slowly, trying to process all of this. "So…in nine months…I'm gonna be…." He fades out of the sentence, a dazed look in his eyes as he let's his head flop down into his hands.

I don't know if I should just sit their awkwardly, or if I should pat him on the back or something. I hesitantly move my arm to Freddie's back, slowly patting his back. "Hey, Fredward, uh...this sucks."

He raises an eyebrow. "You're telling me."

I run a hand through my hair. I feel like I honestly have no options. I know that the second I tell my mom, she will demand an abortion or nothing. And the second Freddie tells Marissa...God, I don't know. She will yell some shit about 'her baby' being pure, and call me a 'nasty gutter girl', telling Freddie that he isn't allowed to ever speak to me again. I can't come out to the entire iCarly audience about it, because...I just can't. No one thinks of me as someone who would get pregnant when I'm only eighteen. Especially not with Freddie. I can't go to school like this, either. No one would expect me to show up at school all knocked up and chiz. I can't do anything. Basically, I'm here, lost, with no place to turn. Doesn't that just feel dandy?

Freddie puts a hand on his head, groaning. "Shit, Sam." He says. "What the fuck are we gonna do?"

Again, very original this fic is. My New Year's resolution should have been to stop writing pregnancy fics. lol, well I hope you enjoyed. I enjoyed writing Seddie, considering I absolutely adore them. Reviews mean a lot to me, so review if you liked it, review if you hated it. I'm always up for advice on how to improve this fic. Thanks for reading, like I said the next chapter should be up soon!