Simon Nelson Cook cleaned up his going-away gifts and said good-bye to his two best friends, Ned Bigby and Jennifer Mosley, AKA Moze. He was moving to Arkansas and then Hawaii until they were seniors, which was five years away. Moze started to tear up as she and Ned waved good-bye. Most of the eighth grade from James K. Polk Middle School came to Ned's house for the going-away party.
Everyone (but Moze) left before hand. It was about ten at night and Ned got permission to have Moze sleep over. They held hands walking down into the basement where the party took place. "Oh man," Said the 5-foot-7 brunette girl. "Ned, we've got to clean up!" They didn't exactly clean up when the 5-foot-9 boy asked the girl to "lay down" with him.
The two had been BFFs with a 5-foot-9 cyborg their entire life. Now, he was leaving, and Moze and Ned were dating (NOTE: This takes place in the first month of eighth grade. Going to high school might be too tacky.). They lay down and then Ned smiled. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" "Oh, Ned!" They did what "I'm thinking".
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Two weeks later, everything seemed fine until Ned and Moze went to the mall together. Moze had just bought something from a drugstore, which she obviously didn't want Ned to see. "Hey," She said, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." She walked away, taking whatever was in the bag out and thrusting the almost-empty bag into Ned's hands.
He was shocked but shook the bag to get what was in there out: a receipt. He picked it up, and, to his great dismay, found out what Moze was hiding from him: she thought she was pregnant. He immediately ran to the bathroom she went into.
Luckily it was a boy/girl type of bathroom. He knocked. "Moze?" Knocking again, "Are you in there?" She reached out and grabbed him. "Ned, we need to talk." "I found the receipt, there's nothing to talk about!" "Yes, there is, there's more to it than that!" "THEN WHAT?!" "I'M PREGNANT!"
Oooh, cliffhanger. I love doing that, LOL. Okay, you wanna decide the baby's names, then go ahead! But I already have some in mind: Annelies Margot (I read the story of Anne Frank) and Calvin George. I LOVE FANFICTION!