Chapter 1.

That Little Pee Stick

(Sam's POV)

It's going to be a challege. A definite challenge. That's what I told myself when I re-read the instructions on the box over and over again. I wasn't prepared for this. I'm only sixteen. But what's done is done and I can't do anything about it now. The only thing I can do is embrace it with strength, and I know strength.

I threw the white stick away, along with the box, in my bathroom garbage can. I didn't want to look at it anymore. Two lines, meaning positive. Finding out I'm pregnant at sixteen isn't really a 'positive' answer for me at this moment. I can feel the tears running down my cheek. I wiped them away. I didn't want to deal with this. It's too much effort.

I pulled out my cell phone and called one of the only two people I can trust, Carly Shay. My best friend.

Carly: "So what did it say?"

Me: "Two lines."

Carly: "...Meaning?"

Me: "Pregnant. I'm pregnant. At sixteen. I always knew I would screw up my life. But I didn't think it would be by getting pregnant as a teenager with my boyfriend of nine months."

Carly: "Does he know?"

Me: "He doesn't even know I suspected I was pregnant. He's so blind."

Carly: "Are you going to tell him?"

Me: "Man, what's with you and all these questions? But anyways, yes I'm going to tell him. I have to tell him. He's the father."

Carly: "Man, Freddie's going to flip out."

Me: "I know. I'm so scared. And I normally don't get get scared..."

Carly: "I know. I'll let you go so you can go talk to him. Stay blonde."

Me: "Stay brun."

I hung up my phone. Man, I really didn't want to do this. I looked on my contacts and went to Freddie's name. I took a deep breath and pressed 'Call'.

Freddie: "Hey Sam. What's up?"

Me: "I uh... I have to talk to you about something."

Freddie: "Okay... what?"

Me: "Can we talk... in person? Alone?"

Freddie: "It's that serious?"

Me: "Yeah... where can we go?"

Freddie: "Well, my mom's at work. You wanna come over?"

Me: "Okay, that sounds good."

Freddie: "See ya in a few. I love you."

Me: "I love you too..."

I hung up my phone again. I really did not want to do this but he had the right to know that he was going to be a father. That I was going to be a mother. That we were going to be parents... at sixteen.

I headed on over to Freddie's house like I told him I was. When I got to his apartment, I knocked on his door pretty hard. Freddie opened the door about 30 seconds later.

"Hey beautiful. What did you need to tell me?" Freddie asked. I pushed him out of the way and made my way into his apartment. Freddie closed the door behind me.

"This is some serious chiz, Fredlumps." I said. I sat down on his couch and rested my feet on his coffee table.

"Okay. What's wrong?" Freddie asked as he sat down next to me. I stood up and started pacing around his living room.

"Nothing!... Everything! Everything's wrong!" I shouted.

"Well that's not vague." Freddie replied with a little chuckle.

"This isn't funny, Fredbag! We are in some serious chiz right now!" I shouted again.

"Oh man, are you on the run from the police again?" Freddie asked. I rolled my eyes and thumped him in the head.

"Ow!" Freddie yelled. I sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. "I'm pregnant." I blurted before even thinking about it.

I lifted my head to look at Freddie. He was laughing, as if I were telling him a joke. "You're not pregnant. You're just messing with me." Freddie assumed. I looked into his eyes. I didn't say a word. That's when he knew that I was telling the truth.

"W-what? Are you serious?" Freddie shouted.

"Because that wasn't my ear you shouted in to." I said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm just shocked. I thought we used protection." Freddie whispered the last part, as if someone was around to hear. I shrugged.

"I must of forgot to take my pill the day you decided you didn't wanna use a condom. I don't know... I'm just as confused and worried as you are!" I stated. Freddie stood up and starting pacing back and forth like I was doing moments before.

"Okay, okay. We could always do the alternative..." Freddie suggested. I got up and thumped his forehead again.

"I'm not getting an abortion!" I shouted. Freddie slapped himself across his forehead.

"Of course not. I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm thinking. Well, we got two options: keep the baby or adoption." Freddie said. I shook my head on the second option.

"No way I'm giving up my baby, you can forget that!" I said.

"And I wouldn't want to, either." Freddie said.

"So, we're going through with this?" I asked. Freddie grabbed my hand.

"Of course. I love you, Sam. And I'm going to be with you and the baby through everything, no matter how hard it gets to be." Freddie said. I smiled and pulled the nub into a tight embrace. Just then, I heard the apartment door open.

I let go of Freddie, turned to see who was there, and saw Crazy. Great. "Samantha? What are you doing here?" Mrs. Benson asked. I started to stutter. I hope she didn't hear our conversation about the pregnancy.

"I uh, I just came over to give Freddie..." I started to say.

"A hug!" Freddie answered for me. I really wish he didn't answer for me, especially a lame answer like that.

"Freddie, you know I don't like you being alone with females in the house. Sorry, Samantha, but you guys broke the rules. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Mrs. Benson said. "And Freddie, go run a tick bath."

I rolled my eyes, but I did as I was told and left. "It's Sam." I mumbled as I closed the door behind me.

A/N: Alright, guys and gals. This is the first chapter of my much longer story "It's A Challenge". I've been working on this story for a while and I felt it was time to post it. So, Enjoy!

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