This is and iCarly fanfic about what true friendship really means to a young girl that lives in a hopeless world. After falling in love with each character of iCarly I chose my favorite. Sam always stood out to me. After actually looking at the life Sam lives I saw how hard it must be. A lot of her relatives are in prison and her mother is very unreliable. There has also been evidence that she isn't quite bathed in money. In any of the vehicles that her mother has showed up in have been beat up and old.

I got the idea for this fanfic one day while randomly watching my favorite episode of iCarly (when Freddy and Sam kiss [I LOVE THIS EPISODE!!!]) and I saw how vulnerable Sam really was after you get past her tough exterior. I wanted to take a real life problem that hundreds of teens face every day and see how Sam Puckett could handle it.

I am done ranting. I will now leave you to read my first iCarly fanfic. I hope you enjoy!

Loves, Huggz and Tacos,

MizzMaddnezz333

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Chapter 1

"Sam is still missing," Freddy said walking up to Carly, who was closing her locker. He leaned on the locker next to her and sighed.

"I've noticed," Carly said leaning against the cold metal, "You would have thought she would pop up when I texted her and told her there was Sloppy Joe's for lunch."

"Yeah, this is really weird of her," Freddy said shaking his head, "It's been five days and she hasn't showed up at all."

"Maybe I should visit her after school," Carly said shifting her bag, "Will you come with me?"

"Can't," Freddy sighed, "I have pottery class with my mom."

"That's exciting," Carly said sarcastically.

"That started at 4 and its 3: 50!" Freddy gasped and ran off, "Drop by later and tell me how it went!"

"Alright," Carly said waving goodbye. She tossed her book back onto her other shoulder and walked out of the building slowly.

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Carly walked up the cracked road silently and stopped in front of the rundown apartment building. She hated coming here. She had to walk through the bad part of town and Sam's mother hated her. She took a deep breath and walked up to the stoop. She looked up at the buzzer board and scanned the names and stopped at a scribbled 'Puckett'. She pressed down on the button and waited for an answer.

"What?" Sam's mom's growled through the cracking speaker.

"Hi. It's Carly. Is Sam around?" Carly said softly.

"Yeah, why do you need her?" She said roughly.

"I just want to talk to her," Carly said.

"Fine," Her mother said. There was a loud buzz and the sound of the door unlocking. Carly walked up and opened the door with a loud creak. She closed the door slowly behind her and stepped onto the old wooden steps. She went up two flights quickly and walked down the hallway. She glanced over at the first door, which was open, to see an overweight man in his boxers and a tank top drinking a beer. He glanced over and glared at her. She sped up and went to the third door. She reached up and knocked on the grayish brown cracking door.

There was a quick shuffle inside the room then a lock was undone and the door opened quickly. Sam's mother stood there. She looked exactly like Sam except her hair didn't look as if it had been washed for a while and she wore a faded pink robe the loosely hung over her large gray t-shirt.

"Hi Ms. Puckett," Carly said awkwardly.

"Sam is in her room. Tell her I'm leaving for the store to get some cigarettes," She said stepping to the side. Carly walked by her quickly. The kitchen was a mess. Several dirty dishes were scattered on the counters and in the sink. There were dirt smudges along the bottom of the cabinets that was thick with months of grime. She walked by quickly and up to the closed door to the left. She opened the door slowly and peeked in. The room smelled musty and was scattered with clothes and fast food wrappers. Old magazines lay on the floor and the nightstand was cluttered with half empty cups and used tissues. The old bed was set in the corner of the room. On one side was a stack of clothes and a few unidentifiable objects. The other side was a large lump under the blanket. Sam's long hair flowered over the pillow.

Carly dropped her bag onto the end of the bed and walked to the other end. She set down slowly and placed her hand softly onto Sam's shoulder. Sam jumped suddenly and sat up staring up at Carly.

"Hey," Carly said looking at Sam. Her hair was frizzed up and out of place. Her eyes were red and puffy over swelled cheeks. Tears were slipping down her cheeks.

"Carly," Sam said wiping a tear, "I didn't hear you come in."

"You look horrible," Carly whispered shaking her head,

"Thanks," Sam grumbled.

"What's wrong?" Carly said.

"Nothing," Sam mumbled tossing the covers to the side.

"Come on. You haven't been the same for two months now and you disappear for five days with no calls or texts. I walk in and you're crying on a pillow," Carly said, "That is not nothing."

"I don't want to talk about it," Sam said.

"Sam," Carly snapped at her.

"Nothing is wrong with me!" Sam said angrily.

"Sam! Stop lying to me!" Carly said loudly.

"I'm pregnant!" Sam yelled.

Carly's jaw dropped as she stared at her friend. Sam's lip quivered as a sob escaped her lips. She bowed her head as she started to cry.

"Sam," Carly whispered, "Your- You- How?"

"That Kuttle Fish concert I went to," Sam cried, "I met some guy named Devon. He must have slipped something in my drink. Next thing I know-"She stopped as she started to cry.

"Sam, are you sure you're pregnant?" Carly asked.

"I don't know but I skipped a period and I can't keep any food down. Believe me, I've tried," Sam whispered nodding at the partly eaten hamburgers still in there wrappers on the night stand.

"Sam," Carly said staring at her friend unbelievably, "Did you know the guy?"

"No," Sam said, "I just met him at the concert and he gave me a soda. The next thing I remember was us in the back of his car and he was on me. I had no control over him. There must have been something in the soda. I don't know."

"Sam that is rape," Carly said, "How old was he?"

"I don't remember," Sam said, "I just remember Devon Flacomeo."

"Sam you have to see a doctor," Carly said standing, "We have to call the police or do something."

"No!" Sam said, "We don't have any insurance and if mom found out I am pregnant she would kill me!"

"But Sam you need to be checked out. You don't know what diseases he was carrying. He could-"

"The only thing I know that's being carried is a baby and I am carrying it!" Sam yelled. She suddenly clapped her hands over her mouth and looked over at the door.

"Your moms not here," Carly said, "She said she was going to the store."

"Good, she won't be back for hours. You know how she is," Sam whispered. A whimper escaped Sam's lips as she buried her face into her hands and sobbed, "I can't tell her that I'm pregnant."

"Sam calm down," Carly said biting her lip and placing her hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Do not tell me to calm down!" Sam screamed slapping her hand away. She suddenly threw the blankets off of herself and stood, "You're not the one that is pregnant! Carly you have no idea what my mom will think and what she will do! I can't tell her that I'm pregnant. Why me?! Why?"

Carly stood bewildered by her friend.

"I can't be pregnant! I can't! I will kill myself! Do you hear me?!" Sam screamed.

"Sam please doesn't talk like that," Carly said trying to reach for her friend.

"No!" Sam screamed her breathe becoming short, "I'm fucking pregnant and it will destroy my life!" Sam tried to scream another word when her breathing became difficult. She could feel her body weaken as her breath quickened. Her chest contracted and she fell to her knees. The lights started to dim as she gasped for air. She looked up at Carly who was leaning down to grab her. Her world went black.

"Sam!" Carly gasped. She knelt next to Sam and shook her, "Oh no."

Carly grabbed her bag off of the bed and rummaged through it pulling out her phone. She franticly pressed a few keys and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" Freddy said.

"Freddy," Carly said quickly, "Get over to Sam's house now. Sam just passed out."

"What?" Freddy gasped, "Is she okay?"

"I don't know but didn't your mom force you to attend a nursing class in school for like three semesters?"

"Yeah," Freddy said, "I'll be there a in a few minutes. I'm only a few blocks away."

"Before you come here go to one of those Pharmacies and buy a pregnancy test," Carly said.

"What, who would need that?" Freddy asked.

"Just do it!" Carly said closing her phone and looking down at Sam. She got onto her knees and wrapped her arms around Sam. She partially carried partially dragged her across the room and pulled her onto the bed. She lifted her head and slipped a pillow under her head and straightened her arms. She looked down at Sam's puffy face. She had to preoccupy her mind for now.

She walked around Sam's room looking at the mess. She bent over and picked up an old magazine. It was dated March '09, eight months ago. She brushed the hamburger wrapper off of the chair next to her and sat as she flipped open the pages and started to read an article. She read the first line not absorbing one word. She read the entire article not actually understanding any of it. She sighed and threw the magazine back to the floor.

There was a buzz from the kitchen. She stood quickly and ran to the buzz box. She clicked the button down.

"Freddy?"

"Yeah it's me," Freddy's voice cracked in the speaker.

Carly pushed the button that unlocked the door and stood by the door. After a few moments she heard footsteps and a knock on the door. She opened the door and let Freddy in.

"Where is she?" Freddy asked dropping his bag.

"In her room," Carly said.

They walked through the dirty living room quickly and stood next to the bed. Freddy leaned in and placed his hand on her forehead. He grabbed her wrist and glanced at his watch for a few seconds.

"Well?" Carly said.

"I don't know," Freddy said, "What happened before she passed out?"

"She was freaking out. She was screaming and then suddenly she started to gasp for air. She looked like she was getting dizzy then she fell to her knees and nothing," Carly said awkwardly looking down at Sam.

"Well I'm no doctor but we did this whole lesson on helping people who were freaking out and this might be panic attack," Freddy said, "Could you go get a bowl of cool water and a rag?"

"Yeah," Carly said leaving the room.

Freddy looked down at Sam with worried eyes and ran the back of his hand down her cheek. He looked her body up and down. His eyes stopped at where her shirt had rode up on her stomach. His eyes widened at the slight bump where she was usually flat in the middle of her belly.

"Oh no," He whispered placing his hand on her stomach to feel the bump, "That's what the test was for."

"Here," Carly said setting the bowl on the nightstand.

"Please tell me this bump is the effect of junk food," Freddy said knowing the answer.

"She has known for two months. I guess she finally cracked. I didn't notice until now how different she was acting," Carly whispered.

"So she is pregnant," Freddy said dipping the rag in the water and twisting it. He folded the rag and placed it softly over her eyes, "How?"

"A boy at that Kuttle Fish concert," Carly said, "She said he slipped something into her drink."

"But isn't that rape? How old was he?" Freddy asked looking at Carly.

"She doesn't remember," Carly said. She looked around at the room, "This room is a mess."

"Let's clean it up," Freddy said grabbing a partially filled trash bag off of the floor and starting to pick up trash. Carly grabbed the over turned clothes basket off of the floor and starting to pick up a few articles of clothing. They silently picked items up off of the floor and put them into their appropriate places. The blanket was torn off of the window and the fallen blinds were put back in place. The carpet was swept vigorously to get the various crumbs and bits of dust out. As the two friends finished they looked down at the room they had just cleaned.

"Sam rarely has her room this horrible," Carly said, "She always had things at least kind of in place. She must really have been stressed."

"Carly," Freddy said turning around, "I think she's waking up."

"Sam," Carly whispered. Sam opened her eyes to darkness and sat up slowly. The rag that had been over her eyes slid off her face and onto her lap. Her eyes fluttered and she looked up at Carly and Freddy in confusion as they stood over her looking back.

"What happened?" Sam mumbled.

"You had a panic attack," Freddy said taking the rag off of her leg and dipping it into the bowl of water on the nightstand. She looked around her bedroom.

"You'll clean my room?" Sam asked looking up at them.

"Yeah," Freddy said looking around, "It was messy and I thought we should help out because you shouldn't have to do so much work right now."

"So she told you?" Sam said looking up at Freddy.

"Here," Freddy said pulling the test out of his pocket.

"I got Freddy to pick one up on the way here," Carly said.

"Yeah that was embarrassing," Freddy said with a little smile, "This old lady was glaring at me and when I went to leave tripped me up with her cane."

Sam took the test and stared down at it. She slowly got out of the bed and looked up at her two friends as they stared back. They watched as she walked past them and out of the room. Carly and Freddy slowly walked over and sat on the bed. They sat in silence as they listened to the sounds of the bathroom door opening and closing, the sound of tearing cardboard and the subtle thud of someone sitting on the toilet. There was a dripping sound then the sound of the toilet paper being rolled. Both friends sat listening to the stages of the answer they knew was coming. The toilet flushed and the door opened. The footsteps came across the kitchen and to the door.

"We have to wait three minutes for the answer," Sam whispered stepping into the room and setting the test onto the dresser.

"Sam," Freddy said, "No matter what the answer is it will be okay."

"No it won't," Sam sighed as she started to cry.

"Yes it will," Carly said as she stood and walked over to Sam. She wrapped her arms around Sam's shoulders and held her, "No matter what I know it will be okay."

"Yeah," Freddy said standing and putting a hand on Sam's shoulder, "You are so strong. You could take on anything."

The test sat on the dresser untouched for the rest of the sad afternoon until Carly threw it into the trash. All three friends knew what the answer was and never checked it.