Ugh finally I posted it! It's extremely short, and probably sucks, but I wanted to get this finished.


Trent's POV:

I stared at the screen. Cool, I had just got my girlfriend pregnant. Or was that bad? Was the fact that I was drunk going to interfere? Crap. I wasn't ready to be a Daddy.


Gwen's POV:

I stared at the screen. "That's not good." I thought to myself. This can't be happening. This CANNOT be happening. I know what it is. The test was just wrong. I had to go get myself another test.

I was halfway out the door when Trent said, "Where are you going?"

"For your information, I have to go get another test. And some water." I knew I needed more pee.

"Why do you need another one? You already have that one." Guys can be so clueless sometimes.

"Because that one is obviously wrong," I said, annoyed.

"Ok… well, bye then."

"I'll be back soon." I said as I headed out the door. I drove down to the 7/11 and got another test and a 1L bottle of water. I went back to Trent's house.

"Got it," I said as I walked in.

"What's the water for?" he asked me. I sighed.

"I need to pee on the test for it to work. Don't you know that?" I asked him. He looked down at the test he was holding.

"GROSS!" he yelled, dropping it on the ground. I giggled. I bent down to pick it up. I then threw it in the garbage and drank all the water from my bottle.

"It's going to take about 10 minutes for the water to go through." I told him.

"So… what do you want to do for 10 minutes?" he asked me.

"Oh crap! My mom! I have to call her!" I said, running over to the phone. "I told her I was at Bridgette's!"

I picked up the phone and dialled my number. My mom picked it up and immediately started yelling at me.

"WHERE WERE YOU? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED I'VE BEEN?"

"Mom, calm down. I'm still at Bridgette's house," I told her.

"Oh… ok. That's good. Come home soon. Bye," she said, hanging up. I turned back to Trent.

"Ok, she thinks I'm still at Bridgette's." I walked to the TV and turned it on. After 10 minutes of watching about power outages, lottery numbers, and boring stuff I didn't care about, I had to go to the bathroom.

"So… if this on is positive, we're screwed?" Trent asked me.

"Basically. Wish me luck!" I went into the bathroom and peed on the test again.

I came out with the test. "It's the exact same one as last time, so it takes 5 minutes again." I told him.

"You should probably call Bridgette while you're waiting." Trent suggested.

I nodded and went to the kitchen to get the phone.

"Hello?" Bridgette answered.

"Bridge, it's me. Gwen." I tried not to sound super worried.

"So, what happened with the test?" she asked me.

"Well, it was positive... but I'm doing another one, just to make sure," I answered quickly, hoping she didn't interfere.

"Alright. Are you sure you don't want me to come over there? You must need a friend right now."

"No, it's cool. I don't want anyone making too much noise; Trent is super hung-over."

She giggled. "Okay, gotta go. Good luck with hangover boy." She hung up. Dial tone.

"Bye," I said. I turned back to Trent. "Is anything happening with the test?"

"There's something starting to show up on the little screen," he said.

I tried to walk over to him, attempting to stay calm, but ended up running half way. I grabbed the test. He looked over my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me, just like last time. I looked up at him, worry in my eyes. He smiled and stroked my hair, to sooth me.

I hurridly looked back down. There was something starting to appear on the screen, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. I squinted, trying to see, when all of a sudden, it appeared:

One pink line. Negative.


FINALLY, I finished! I have been working on this for, like, eight months? If you're disappointed by it, I don't blame you.