A/N: I'm sorryyy! It's been like... 3 weeks since I last updated or something and I feel terrible!! Okay, I don't really have an excuse except for writer's block and enjoying my summer. Lol I'm so awful.. but onto the chappie!!
She'd woken up that morning with an idea, contacting Spencer couldn't be that hard, right? He could talk to her, so there had to be some way to get to him...
"Spencer?" She didn't know if it was possible, but if she could just get him to talk once again.... if she could summon him, or whatever... she just needed to know what he was going to say. Or she was going to spend the rest of her life listening to Monster Ballads all day and night and she was never going to get any closure, and...
"Carls?" Oh my God. It had worked. Thank you, God, she totally believed in You, no worries.
"Spence! Okay, no talking – last time we talked you said I had- and then you left. What were you gonna say??"
Ghost Spencer sighed. "I had leukemia, Carly. They told me a while ago but I didn't tell you because I didn't want to ruin prom and all that stuff for you. I told the doctors not to tell you either. I'm sorry, Carls. But it was my time to leave, and it's time for you to get up and start living again. School's important, and dammit, you're getting to UMASS if I have to stay here forever."
She smiled. "I promise to go back to school after break."
"Wait, when are we at right now? Ghosts have different timing than people, and uh... what break is it?"
"Thanksgiving."
"Oh. Okay." He swallowed. "Alright, Carls, so I guess I have to go again, but I love you and I'll be around whenever you need me or call me... just don't abuse it, okay? I don't know how long I'm in this place for."
"I love you too, Spencer."
Spencer gave her a hug, and although she knew ghosts weren't supposed to be solid, she felt the hug.
"I miss you, Carls. Be careful, watch out for Sam for me, will you? She's..." He whispered. "She's pregnant. She found out a couple weeks before I died. Watch her, and wait until she tells you, but take care of her, because you know she won't take care of herself properly, she never did."
"Yes sir." She saluted him and he smiled before disappearing. Next time, she'd ask him about the disappearing thing, it looked pretty sweet.
"Sam?" Freddie had gone back home and they were just sitting on the couch pretending to watch a random movie.. something sci-fi that Freddie had insisted they watch, even though neither or them cared about sci-fi in the slightest. Carly didn't even know the name of the flick and she figured now was as good a time as any.
"Yeah?"
"I've gotta ask you about some stuff... did you know Spencer had cancer?"
Sam straightened and looked at her. "How'd you find that out?" She relaxed slightly. "Yeah, I knew, but only because he wasn't sure he was going to make it to the wedding and he didn't want me to be shocked."
"I found out.. because he came and told me. I dunno how to describe it, I'd say it was a dream but I didn't know anything he told me before so... maybe miracles do happen?"
"Maybe. What else did he tell you?" Sam looked anxious.
"He told me you're pregnant." She knew she was disobeying Spencer's instructions, but seriously, Sam wouldn't admit it till she showed, and Carly was too impatient to wait months. She just needed to know, and she wanted to know now. And if she confronted Sam, Sam would tell her.
"Shit, I should've known he'd tell you that." Sam winced. "Alright, so now you know. That doesn't change anything, I'm still dealing with this my own way."
"As long as you stay healthy and go to the doctor's when they tell you too, I'm not planning on forcing you to do anything."
"Thanks, Carls." Sam gave her a small smile. "I know I should've told you before, but it was like... ya know, I just turned legal six months ago, and... it's so hard."
And Sam, strongest of them all, finally succumbed to tears. Carly gave her a hug, not letting go of her till her sobs started to abate.
"I bet he or she looks like Spencer." Carly said timidly, after the sniffles had mostly stopped.
"I'm hoping. I want a boy. If it is, it's going to be named Joseph Fredrick Shay. And if it's a girl, her name is going to be Josephine Caroline Shay."
Carly smiled. "Thanks, Sam. We'll take good care of our name sakes, I promise."
"Thanks. So when do you wanna go shopping?" Sam actually enjoyed shopping, for all she professed to hate dressing up.
"No time like the present... or at least the tomorrow."
"That is a ridiculously lame cliché."
"I know, I'm sorry for using it now." The girls both laughed.
"Well, after all this heartfelt talking and crying, I'm pretty sleepy. You ready to turn off the tv and go to bed?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"I can't believe you and Freddie had sex on that bed last night. I should've washed the sheets, it's probably unclean."
"Ha ha ha. They're prolly cleaner than they started, you know Freddie's anti-bacterial thing. And you two did the same thing many times over, so shush."
"Nahh. Where's the fun in that?" Sam smiled. She got into bed and under the covers. "Hey Carls?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks. For caring."
Carly smiled. "No problem. Night, sis!"
"Night!"
"...Hey, Carls?"
"What, Sam?"
"Did you guys seriously use a condom?"
"Seriously? I don't remember. But it was my first time, so I'm pretty sure it's safe, right?"
"Uhm, yeah, right."
"Sam!"
"Well, I don't know, Carly! I mean, it didn't happen the first time for me, but I don't know about anyone else!"
"I'm so screwed."
"Not necessarily. Just quit thinking about it, I'm sorry for bringing it up."
"Well... Freddie's been prepared to be a dad his whole life, so I guess I'm okay if I am."
"Yeah. Good for you." And Carly could've smacked herself as she realized Sam was going to be a single mother. Way to go, another amazing eff-up by Carly Shay.
A/N: So maybe I was a little bit mean in this chapter.. Idk. You decide, I'm in a really weird place lately. My mom was in the hospital last week and I'm so confuzzled by guys and life... continue reviewing, please please please!