Yet another little drabble about Juno and her dealing with life and love, while being pregnant.

Disclaimer: Mmm, no, I don't own Juno. This wicked-awesome chick named Diablo does. Which, isn't me, so yeah.

L-O-V-E by Sinatra played in the background as Juno sat in her room. She had always, always hated the theme of love in just about one song by every band in the world. Whether they hated it or loved it they used it, she hated it. She could never understand what made it so special, it was over used, over marketed, and not meant enough. Juno would cringe every time she heard some girl or some guy in her school use it. Because, she knew they never meant it, because she saw the same girl or guy a week later with someone different.

Turning off the radio, Juno rolled over on to her back, staring up at her ceiling. Among all the posters and pictures torn out of magazines, there in the middle of it all was a photo. One, perfect, water-stained photo, it was of her and Bleeker at Leah's last birthday. Back when she wasn't huge like a planet, when she wasn't jealous of Katrina De Voort and Bleeker, and when her perfect imagine of Mark wasn't shattered. Juno missed those days. She missed them like hell.

"Pssh, I'm not jealous...I'm not, not, not!" Juno shouted.

But she was, she really, really was. And she hated that she was. She missed Bleek a lot, she missed talking to him and playing their gituars together. What she really missed is how he looked at her and not their sea monkey.

The baby started to move and kick the more Juno thought about Bleeker. Juno sighed, and started to rub the area where the baby was kicking.

"Hey, do you mind?" Juno asked, look at her planet-like stomach.

The baby continued to kick.

Juno sat up a bit, "Look, I'm not jealous and I'm not in love with him, okay?"

Continuing to kick, the baby wasn't convinced.

"What do you know? You're all 10,000 leagues under the sea and so you have fingernails, that doesn't mean you know everything." She said, trying to convice the baby.

The baby kicked her even harder.

"Ow, okay. Fine, I'll admit it. I li-love Bleeker. I love him and he makes my heart pound everytime I see him and I love him." Juno confessed, meaning everything she said.

Leah came into Juno's room, laughing a little and without notice, "Dude, are you talking to yourself?"

"Way to knock. And no, I'm not."

"Whatever." Leah said as she sat on Juno's bed, "Then who are you talking to?"

"The sea monkey." Juno replied simply.

"Isn't that kind of one-sided?" Leah asked.

Juno sat up fully, "No, not really. I mean, it kicks me in response."

"Dude, I think you've gotten craz-ier with being pregnant." Leah assessed.

"Mm, thanks." Juno laughed.

"So, do you really love Bleeker?" Leah asked, wanting to know.

Juno smiled, "Yeah, I think so. Like in this big, can't stop thinking about him, almost creepy kind of way. And not in the high school fake way, either, like the true love-soul mates kind of thing that makes me sound cheesey and cliché."

"Aw, Juno!" Leah cheered.

"I need to apologize to him." Juno sighed.

"But how?" Leah asked.

A big smile creeped across Juno's face, "I know."

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