I wrote this story back in June 2012, and I didn't think it was good enough to be put up here. But I made a few minor tweaks, and I think it's ready. So, please enjoy iGet Caught!

Summary: Carly and Freddie are caught and seperated...permanantly. Now they must find ways to still be together without losing each other again.

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Chapter 1:

They fall in through her bedroom door, lips locked and hands roaming. She attempts to place her keys on her dresser as they pass by it, but she's too ocuppied to see if she succeeds. They collapse on her bed and she giggles, pressing her hand in the small of his back to bring him closer to her. He kisses her cheek, then her neck, his breath washing over her like a tsunami wave.

"No...hickies..." she breathes with a smile.

"No worries." he replies.

"Yeah, no worries." a third voice says.

Startled the two teens sit up as the lights come on, revealing her brother and his mother.

"Fredward Benson!" his mom yells.

"Carly Taylor Shay!" her brother says.

"Mom!" Freddie exclaims.

"Spencer!" Carly says.

"What are you doing here?!" Freddie asks, saying exactly what Carly was thinking.

"First of all, I live here." Spencer says. "Second, I expected more from you Carly."

"And I expected more from you, too, Freddie!" Mrs. Benson says.

"Oh, come on." Freddie says with a roll of his eyes.

"You guys honestly don't trust us enough to use protection?" Carly asks, glancing between the two adults.

"It's not that we don't trust you, it's that we don't think you're ready." Spencer answers.

Carly gets off the bed. "Spence, I'm ninteen. I know all about the risks and preventions." Freddie nodded in agreement.

"Well, I don't care how old you are!" Mrs. Benson says, grabbing Freddie's arm. "Freddie, you're coming home and taking a bath with that hormone stuff.Now."

"Mom, no!" Freddie says, attempting to snatch his arm out of his mother's grasp.

Carly starts to say something, but Spencer shushes her and holds her back.

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Carly follows Spencer and Mrs. Benson, who still has Freddie in a death grip, downstairs into the living room.

"This isn't fair!" she yells.

"Yeah!" Freddie says.

Mrs. Benson scoffs and opens the front door.

"Spencer, say something!" Carly pleads.

"It's for your own good." Spencer replies.

Carly watches as Freddie's face disappears behind his door, hoping he saw her mouth "I love you", then turns on her brother, ready to cry.

"This is all your fault!" she cries. "If you had just learned to trust me, this wouldn't of happened!"

She runs upstairs before Spencer can say anything. He winces at the sound of her slamming her bedroom door and sighs.

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Hope you liked the beginning, I forgot how I came up with the idea for a story like this! Chapter is up already, so go on reader!