school during lunch:
"Hey Wallace what are you doing this weekend?"
"Well I don't have a game, or practice, so nothing I guess. Why?"
"Well I thought you could come hand out since we don't do that very much anymore. Plus my dad won't be
home to bother us."
"Yeah sure."
That weekend: Veronica and Wallace are sitting on the floor watching t.v.
"You're thinking about him again aren't you?" Wallace asks after seeing the expression on her face.
"Yeah." Veronica sighs.
Wallace grabs his bag and pulls it toward him. He takes a bottle out.
"Here." He smiles as he hands Veronica the bottle.
"Wallace you know that I don't drink. You know what happens when I do. I don't go good with alcohol."
"Veronica, it's just me and you. I'll make sure you don't drink too much."
"Wallace this is vodka."
"Why don't we play a game."
"Yeah right."
"I'm serious."
"Fine."
Although Wallace had good intentions things didn't go so well. He just wanted to get her mind off Duncan. Unfortunately neither was very good at the game they were playing. They both ended up plastered. After that neither of them talked about it, they couldn't they didn't really remember any of it.
April fool's day: (7 weeks later)
"Veronica..." Her father called as he walked toward her room.
She didn't answer.
"Veronica..." He repeats impatiently. Before he can call out for her again he finds her in her bathroom, sitting on
the floor near the toilet.
"Are you ok."
"Uh huh."
"You look sick."
"Dad I'm fine I think I just ate something bad."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well if you want to go to the doctor that's fine."
"Ok." She huffs.
He leaves. She shakes her head. She has a flashback to the morning after she and Wallace got drunk.
Flashback: She didn't remember anything they had done, but she was in the exact same position in the bathroom throwing up. End of flashback.
"Uh." She groans. She has another flashback.
Flashback: It was just before she had gotten out of bed to throw up. She looked at the clock, and then the floor. There were clothes all over the place. Some were the ones she had worn the night before, and some were Wallace's. She felt her bed move, before she knew what was going on Wallace was in front of her gathering his clothes. She was pretty sure he hadn't seen her looking at him. End of flashback
"No."She curses as she shakes her head.
She didn't have school, it was the weekend. Her father had left for work, so she decided to go to the drugstore. When she got there she walked down the aisle grabbed the first test she saw, without stopping and continued to the checkout. She paid and hurried home.
In the bathroom again: She was sitting on the toilet staring at her watch. Two minutes had long since passed.
She stood up and walked to the vanity. She tightly gripped onto the counter and then stared down at the test. There was no uncertainty, she didn't have to read the back of the box to know the outcome. It was a digital test. It revealed it's doom. The out come was not good. Veronica was sentenced to 18 years to life.
"This is not happening." She murmurs to herself. Maybe she was wrong. Please let her be wrong. She knew that this was her chance. She drove herself to the doctor. Knowing it wouldn't be suspicious to her father, he had told her to. She waited 45 minutes just for her name to be called, another ½ an hour for the doctor to see her. Then yet another hour for the doctor to come back with the results.
"So?" Veronica questions the doctor anxiously as soon as she comes into the room.
"Well Veronica you're definitely pregnant."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks."
After the doctor's appointment Veronica went home. She went to her room turned on the music, and ended up
in the bathroom. Between each time she had her head in the toilet she had time to think. What was she going to do? That was a stupid question she knew what she was going to do. She just didn't know how. She was a senior in high school she had her whole future ahead of her. How was she going to tell her father? What would he think, or say or do? How was she going to tell Wallace? She was pretty sure he didn't remember what had happened, and if he did he probably didn't realize that it really happened. The worst part was he was her best friend. This would change absolutely everything. Even if she didn't tell him that it was his he'd find out. It wasn't like she could hide the paternity of the baby. She could try but it would be obvious. How had she gotten herself into this mess. Oh wait she new how. She tangoed with the bottle again. She should have trusted her gut feeling. Something bad always happened when she drank. It was her destiny. Why did this happen to her? Of all people? She didn't want this. She had no maternal instinct. And why did she realize what was going on sooner? She had been sick on and off for awhile. But the longer it went on the worse it got. Her father was going to kill her. She just wanted to forget it had all happened. But she couldn't. She couldn't fix it or change it. This was her future and she had to deal with it.
"Veronica are you home?" A familiar male voice calls from inside the house.
"Yeah." She calls out weakly.
"There you are." Wallace smiles. "Man you look like crap."
"Gee thanks. I guess the pajama, messy hair, pale face look isn't one you like." She replies sharply.
"What's going on with you?" He asks as she comes out of the bathroom.
"Nothing."
"Veronica what's wrong? You've been acting weird lately. You're moody, and angry." Wallace points out as
they both sit down on the edge of her bed.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She adds defensively.
"That. What did I do to upset you?"
Veronica takes a deep breath and makes a decision. She grabs Wallace's hand and pulls it toward her. She places it on her stomach and then confesses, "This." As she reveals this to him she is nearly in tears.
"This? What are you talking about? And why is my hand on your stomach?"He wonders as he retracts his
hand.
Veronica walks to her door and makes sure that her dad isn't home then replaces herself on the bed to answer Wallace.
"Wallace I'm pregnant." Veronica answers seriously.
"You're good."
"And it's yours." She adds.
"Veronica you got me you can quit now."
"Wallace I realize that it's April fool's, but I'm dead serious."
"No your not."
"Yes I am." Veronica says solemnly as she looks Wallace in the eye.
"You can't be serious."
"Hold on." She gesticulates as she goes into the bathroom. She returns with the pregnancy test and then asks, "Now are you convinced?"
"Uh huh." Wallace gulps.
"Ok so do you remember anything that happened that night we got drunk?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Wallace I don't remember much either, but I'm telling you that we did something we shouldn't have."
"So what do you remember exactly?"
"I remember waking up to go throw up, because I had a hangover."
"Sorry about that." Wallace interrupts
"Anyway the next thing I remember is looking at the floor and seeing all of our clothes. Then I remember you standing in front of me picking up your clothes."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure Wallace."
"So you're saying that we got drunk and ended up in bed together?"
"Yes and that directly resulted in this." Veronica rambles while she stares at the pregnancy test in her hand.
"Maybe this is all a fluke." Wallace points out.
"It could be except I went to the doctor."
"I'm so sorry. If it weren't for me and my bright ideas this would have never happened. I just wanted to get your mind off of Duncan."
"Mission accomplished. Wallace we can't do this. I can't do this." Veronica breaks down.
"It's ok we'll figure it out." Wallace soothes. Her head falls against his chest he holds onto her trying to comfort her. The whole time he is trying to comfort her he is trying to keep himself from crying too.
"Veronica? Are you home?" Keith calls. Before she can answer he is standing in front of her. "Are you ok?" He adds.
She doesn't move. Wallace shakes his head and lips 'not now.'
"I'll just leave you two alone." Keith allows.
A/N: The baby is definitely Wallace's. So don't think that it's Duncan's and I have some plot that's going to bring him back.
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