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.


"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.