I won't even mention where I got the idea for this particular story, but like they say, inspiration hits in funny places. Since I've been in a Gwen x Trent mood lately and I was reading several other stories like this, so I wanted to try a version with Gwen and Trent.

Main Pairing: Gwen/Trent
Side Pairings: LeShawna/Alejandro, Courtney/Cody, Beth/Justin, mentioned Gwen/Duncan (prior to story)… maybe more later, I dunno. :P

Warnings: Contains fluff, swearing, and other random crap. This is me though, are you surprised by now? It's also in Gwen's point of view throughout the story unless I decide otherwise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama Island, Action, or World Tour, or any of the characters mentioned.

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The package had read three minutes on the back, next to a picture of some pretty, preppy blonde holding a small baby girl that had the tragedy of resembling her.

Well shit!

Seriously, why does this always have to happen to me?

…

Okay, this doesn't happen all the time. I mean, if it did, there'd be kids running all over my apartment. I sighed, setting down the small pregnancy test on my bathroom sink (made of obsidian, amazingly enough). To distract myself from these thoughts that mainly consisted of 'fuck' and 'shit', I put up my hair in a ponytail, a few strands in my face.

As I stared in the mirror, I ran a hand through my shoulder-blade length teal streaked black hair, sighing as I remembered just how I got myself into this stupid situation.

Three minutes.

Damn it, why does it have to take so long? I don't have all day!

…Well, these things don't take all day. I was… oh shut up; I shouldn't have to explain myself.

Two and a half minutes.

Just leave it to Trent fucking Manson to get me in this stupid mess! Trent and his stupid shaggy black hair… and his bright green eyes… and his muscular frame… and his creative way of thinking –

Ah! Focus!

…

Well, I guess I can't really leave this as totally Trent's fault. It takes two to tango, right? At least, that's what LeShawna's boyfriend Alejandro says.

And it's more like I was just asking to get pregnant, what with my legs wrapped around his on the bed in his apartment, totally wasted out of our fucking skulls. Isn't that how all the fucking high school sluts get pregnant?

…

God, why was I so damn stupid?

Okay Gwenny, calm down. There has to be another reason for the pains and the mood swings and the bathroom sickness and… the lack of my "monthly visitor."

Two minutes.

I blame my mother.

…And Kyle.

Also Bridgette, and LeShawna, and Cody, and –

Dear God. I've become my mother. If I recall correctly, grandma said that mom did this exact same thing – freaking out, swearing rapidly, and blaming everyone around me.

It's not like my mom was a bad mom, but she definitely had her moments – oh God, if I'm pregnant then what will I do?

Ah! Gwen, stop! You don't even know you're pregnant yet.

…

Scratch that, you don't even know you're pregnant at all.

Just stop it, Gwen.

You're not a teenager anymore – you're twenty three, in art college, an intern at a good corporation, and you have a nice apartment to yourself. You're much more ready for the responsibility of a child than any little high school kid.

…

Oh God I'm not ready for this!

What am I thinking? I couldn't take care of a kid for my life!

I mean, I'm a Gothic twenty three year old, a freaking college kid, I don't have a great job, and my apartment's barely big enough for me and Bridgette!

…

Thank God that Bridgette's at work at the Surf Shack with her mom. I don't think I could handle her gossipy personality right now.

I mean, knowing Bridge she'd go blab to her other best friend Courtney, who'd go blab to her boyfriend Cody, and then before you know it everyone at the office would know!

Oh my God, I'm sorry Bridgette!

Fuck, that must be a side effect to the whole "mood swings" part.

But, that's only if I'm pregnant…

Speaking of my friends, how the fuck am I going to tell them? I mean, it'll be nigh impossible to hide it from Bridgette, who, you know, lives with me.

And for that matter, LeShawna. I mean, she's my other best friend, if I told Bridgette it'd only fair to tell LeShawna. And she's more of a gossip than Bridgette!

You know what? I'm not pregnant. But if I am, then I will hide it from Bridgette and LeShawna at all costs.

…

Actually, that's horrible to say. If Alejandro got LeShawna pregnant, I know she'd tell me. Or at least I'm pretty sure she would, she can be pretty hard to read sometimes.

…

Holy shit, how would I tell mom and Kyle?

One minute.

Maybe I should start praying. I mean, praying never hurt anyone right?

I looked into the mirror, staring at the reflection of the Goth girl with pale skin, teal streaked black hair, slim figure, grey eyes –

That made me think. Would the baby have grey eyes like me or green eyes like Trent? Or maybe even brown eyes like my mom and brother.

I know they wouldn't be blue eyes like Duncan's – for one, we broke up a week before the… um, incident happened. And plus we never even had sex.

…

Come to think of it, I was supposed to wait until marriage before I lost my virginity. That's what I promised to Father Matthew at my baptism.

Or at least wait until I was in love with someone.

Duncan was a nice guy, don't get me wrong, but there was just no spark in our kisses, you know? And almost every conversation consists of, "When will we have sex, Gwennifer?" I wasn't in love with him, at all.

For the record, my name is Gwendolyn, not Gwennifer. Every time I told Duncan that, he'd tell me to "chillax."

Do I look in the fucking mood to chillax?

Ugh, I'm exploding again… God why am I such a bitch when I'm mad? Soon I'll be reduced to the level of that cow Heather…

I can't believe she got that promotion instead of me.

Thirty seconds.

Oh my God, the moment of truth is almost here…

God, please… I'm not ready for a kid…

Twenty seconds.

I really don't think mom's ready to be a grandma.

Fifteen seconds.

I don't think Kyle's ready to be an uncle either.

Ten seconds.

Oh God, what if I am? Who will be the godmother, Bridgette or LeShawna…?

Five seconds.

Or both, they'd both be good.

Three seconds.

I'd be the best mother I could! But I'd be better if it weren't now!

One second.

I closed my eyes and picked up the little test, holding it to the beam of sunlight coming through the bathroom.

…

A blue cross appeared distinctly.

The universal sign for positive…

Shit.

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This was just the prologue, just if you're peeved about the shortness of the chapter. I'll try to make the next chapters longer.

~AerisSerris