A/N: This story was inspired by Aliciabobeesha's Secret Life of a Canadian Teenager. Reading the story somehow made me envision Bridgette and what would happen if she were in a similar situation. I really only intended to write this for fun to myself, but something was telling me I should go ahead and publish it. If you like it, please say so, or I might just let it rot :P.

This happens shortly after TDI. TDA and TDWT never happen.

Enjoy! I own nothing :)

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Oh. My. God. This isn't happening. There has to be a mistake.

I stood absolutely frozen, staring at the little plus sign that was surely to ruin my life. My breath was growing shallow, and I was hoping that somehow this was all just a cruel and twisted nightmare. I pinched myself and closed my eyes. Nope, it hurt. This was real. This was happening.

"Bridgette, hurry up and finish stinking up the bathroom already! I need to take a shower!" I heard my little brother Alan scream as he knocked on the door several times. I looked down at the pregnancy test and started to panic.

Shit, I have to hide this. If Alan finds this, I'm so beyond dead.

I stuffed the pregnancy test into my bra, and began to fold the box into a little square so I could stuff it down my bra as well.

"BRIDGETTE!" Alan screamed. I began to run the sink so it actually sounded like I was doing something.

"Calm down you little brat, I'm almost done!" I screamed back as I stuffed the box into my bra. You could see the little outline, so I folded my arms over my chest to hide it, turned off the sink, and opened the door to see Alan waiting not-so-patiently, tapping his foot.

"I wasn't 'stinking up the bathroom', I was just...uh, giving myself a little facial is all. But the bathroom's all yours now."

Alan snorted. "Yeah, right. Everyone knows that girls take craps, too. Quit trying to avoid embarrassment Bridge." He tilted his head. "Why are you folding your arms all awkwardly like that?"

My cheeks began to burn. "I...don't know what you're talking about. Now just go on and take your stupid shower already!" I ran past him and into my room, shutting the door behind me and taking a huge breath.

I was quick to take the box and pregnancy test out of my bra. Putting a peed-on stick on your skin isn't very ideal, after all. But I figured that would be nothing compared to what was coming next.

I began to panic again. What do I do? Who do I tell? Should I go see a doctor? How long can I put telling my family off?

The first person to come to my mind was Courtney. We had become really good friends after Total Drama, and it didn't take us long to realize that we actually lived near each other. She had always been really supportive of me during the show, and surely she could help me through this too. I grabbed my phone off of my nightstand and dialed her number, impatiently tapping my nails.

"Hey Bridge! What's up?" Courtney answered the phone.

I tried to keep my voice quiet so that nobody would overhear me. "Courtney, do you mind if I come over? I need to tell you something."

"Well sure thing...but what is it?"

"I...I think I should tell you in person. It's big."

"Big good or big bad?"

"...Let's just say, bad doesn't even begin to describe it."

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I didn't even have to knock on the door; Courtney was ready and waiting, and threw the door open the minute I pulled into her driveway.

"What's the matter, Bridge? You have to tell me right this second!" Courtney demanded with worry in her eyes.

"Can we...at least get to your room? I told you, this is huge..." I was choking back tears.

Courtney took my hand and ran me up straight to her room, ignoring her parents, who looked surprised that I was over without warning. She shut the door and locked it.

"Okay, now TELL ME. You really worried me with that phone call, you know."

Suddenly, I was at a loss for words. The tears I had been holding back were released full force.

"What happened? Was there a death? Did you get in a really bad fight with someone?" Courtney inquired. I shook my head.

"What is it? You can tell me, Bridge. Just spit it out."

Instead of speaking, I dug the pregnancy test out of my bag and threw it at her. Courtney took a glance at it and her eyes widened in shock.

"Bridgette...is this what I think it is?"

I nodded, covering my face from the shame.

"Oh my god...Bridgette!" Courtney screamed. "How did you...how did this happen?"

My legs began to shake, and I took a seat on her bed. I finally spoke, my crying making it hard to breathe.

"How does it always happen, Courtney? Geoff...I...we...it was the last day before everyone was supposed to leave the resort...we...it was really quick and I hated it...I hadn't thought about it until...this happened..." I fell back on her bed. "Courtney, what am I going to do?"

"Bridgette..." Courtney seemed at a loss for words, too. She knelt down beside the bed and started to caress my hair.

"I'm only sixteen, Courtney..." I could only manage a whisper by now. "I don't even have a job. I can barely handle high school, and now I have to handle a baby? I don't know what to do...do I give it up, or do I keep it, or do I abort it and just pretend nothing happened? When do I tell my parents? When do I tell Geoff? He lives almost three hours away! How could he even have a part in the baby's life? That is, if he doesn't make a run for it!"

"Well..." Courtney stood up. "You know how I make big decisions like this? I make a pros and cons list. Do you want to try that?"

The idea sounded absolutely ridiculous. I was deciding on my baby's future, not something stupid like what to prepare my family for dinner or what to wear tomorrow. However, being curled up on her bed crying, I felt like I had no choice. Plus, her mind was probably functioning a lot better than mine, anyways.

"O-okay." I muttered. Courtney grabbed a few sheets of paper.

"So which one do you want to start with? How about abortion?" Courtney didn't give me time to answer, and quickly scribbled "Abortion" at the top, followed by a T-chart with pros on one side and cons on the other. "Remember, this is all up to you. Don't let me be a big influence. So pros. Start listing some."

"Well...I trailed off. "The baby would be out of my hair, and nobody would know I was ever pregnant...but..." I started crying some more as Courtney scribbled what I was saying down. "I'd be killing the baby. I'd be killing an innocent life. What if this baby goes on to do something great? I'd hate myself for the rest of my life. And Mom always told me that I can't just run away from my problems. Plus, some of the things they do..."

Courtney took the abortion paper and crumpled it in her hand. "Well I guess we can count that option out."

I covered my face with my hands. "Oh my god, I sound like one of those annoying protesters that stand outside of the clinics. I don't mean it like that. I just think...this is my fault, Courtney. I just..."

"No, no. It's okay. You still have the other two options. Just breathe. This is your decision, Bridgette. Don't feel guilty about it."

I took a deep breath. "This is all too much. I just..."

Courtney set the paper down and headed for the door. "I'll go get you a glass of water. Just relax. Take a few deep breaths." Courtney opened the door, only to notice her Mom standing right outside, looking shocked.

"Mom! Are you really eavesdropping?" Courtney screamed, so loud that I had to cover my ears to avoid a headache. "This is personal!"

Her mom looked shocked. "What? No...I was just...I didn't hear anything!"

I sat up and snickered a little. "No, it's okay, Ms. Gibbs. Everyone's going to find out eventually. I guess I have to start somewhere."

"Look, I'm really sorry...I just saw you guys run up so frantically and I was concerned something was wrong. I wasn't expecting to overhear...I'm so sorry Bridgette, this is none of my business."

"Mom, this is a total invasion of privacy! You wouldn't even understand!" Courtney screamed.

"Actually..." Ms. Gibbs stepped into the room. "I think I could. You know, Courtney, I had your older sister when I was just eighteen. I've been in Bridgette's situation before."

Courtney rolled her eyes. "I know that, but..." Courtney was trying and failing at being defiant. She always had to be right; it was just in her nature.

"Bridgette, instead of sitting in Courtney's room making lists, I think you need to go see a doctor first, not only to verify your pregnancy, but so that you know what to expect during the pregnancy as well. Sitting in here making pro and con lists aren't going to help you in the long run." Ms. Gibbs sat on Courtney's bed. "You do need to tell your boyfriend and your parents as soon as possible. You're going to need all the support you can get."

"But...I'm scared. My parents are going to be so angry..." I replied. "They're probably going to kick me out of the house!"

Courtney hopped onto the bed on the other side of me. "Well even if they do...I'll be here for you, no matter what."

Ms. Gibbs smiled and gave me a little hug. "You'll always have us as family even if your real family doesn't accept you. I'll be here to help you if you need some advice."

For a brief moment I felt just a tad bit better. "This really means a lot to me, Ms. Gibbs. Thank you. And you too, Courtney. I just...now what do I do?"

Ms. Gibbs reached over and handed me my phone. "Call your doctor and schedule an appointment. You need to know for sure that you're pregnant."

"And if I really am?"

"We'll go from there. I really would just like you to see a doctor. The doctor knows better than Courtney or even I do."

"I'll go with you if you need me to!" Courtney chimed in.

I smiled weakly. "That would be great."

But even this false sense of security couldn't mask the intense fear I felt. Sure, I would go to the doctor, and the doctor would give me advice, but then what do I do? And I still had to worry about Geoff and my parents' reactions, too.

I had a long road ahead of me. A very, very long road ahead of me.