DISCLAIMER
I do NOT own any of the characters from MTV's 'Awkward.'. This is just a depiction of what I have dreamed up will happen post-season 3. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO MTV.
Chapter 1: Unconditionally
'Prom night. Tonight was prom night, and I, Jenna Hamilton - was sitting here like every other damn day, blogging my feelings. Which were currently...askew. Who was I kidding? I'm completely heartbroken. I had forgotten that karma was a bitch, and while expecting things to start going my way, she bit me right in the ass. In the form of a friend. With the gift of hindsight, I should have seen it coming. But I didn't, and it's pretty obvious that Matty was hanging out with me just to spend time with Bailey. I guess I deserved all this.'
Before she could type another word, Jenna felt a sudden dull back ache accompanied by slight pain in her abdomen. Shaking it off, she decided to do yet another prom night loner thing, by changing into her pyjamas and watching a movie or two. With her parents.
"Sooooo who wants popcorn?!" Lacey asked a bit too cheerily as Jenna dragged herself into the living room.
"Oh yes please!" Responded Kevin with the type of delight that was usually reserved for toddlers.
Rolling her eyes, Jenna huffed. "You guys, I'm fine. You don't have to be so over the top. I'm fine being here with you."
"But Jenna, it's prom!"
"What your mother means," cut Kevin as he shot Lacey a look "is that...you're seventeen, it's prom night, and you're in your pyjamas at 8pm at home with your mom and dad. It's okay to feel down about it."
"But I DON'T feel down about it!" 'I did. I felt so down in the dumps, I was pretty much down the rabbit hole with Alice. There it was again - the weird dull pain. I shouldn't have had that shrimp for dinner.'
After what had felt like forever of hanging out with her parents, Jenna checked the time. It was only 10pm. This was turning out to be the longest, most gruelling night of her life.
"I think I'm gonna turn in now," she announced as her parents, who were contently cuddled up to one another, barely acknowledged her presence. Groaning as the pain hit again, she slid herself under her cool sheets and brought her knees up to her chest. It was getting progressively worse, something she wasn't sure happened with food poisoning. The pain brought with it waves of nausea, but nothing major like heaving or actual puke. She shut her eyes; all she could see was Bailey embracing and caressing Matty at the prom, everyone was having a blast without her. Her eyes opened again as a single tear emerged from the eye closest to her pillow, and slowly trickled down the side of her face. 'I deserve this. All of it.'
She still loved him, despite knowing he would never feel the same about her again. His gesture of asking Bailey to prom made that Cellophane-clear. Was this what unconditional love felt like? Or was this just bordering on obsessive? Feeling her eyelids getting heavier, she gave in to sleep before her thoughts could consume her.
Jenna jolted awake as a sudden wave of pain hit her out of no where. She was sweating, and not knowing what the hell this pain was made it feel so much worse than it probably worse. The digital alarm clock on her bedside table read 1:07am, so she had slept for a couple of hours at least. She sat up and decided to get out of bed for a glass of water and some pain killers. As she walked, the pain became more intense yet, somehow more bearable. Pouring herself a glass of water, she had to suddenly grab onto the counter top and keel over. THAT made the pain worse. It wasn't a constant pain, there was a constant dull ache but the actual pain came in waves. 'What the hell is going on?' She thought to herself. There was no way some bad shrimp was causing this much agony.
"Jenna, are you okay?" Lacey asked, emerging from the dim lighting of the doorway leading to the bedrooms. She was squinting, so had obviously just woken up.
"I don't know," Jenna admitted through gritted teeth as another wave of pain passed over her. "I've been having this pain since early this evening...I thought it was the shrimp in my chow mein but the pain has been getting worse. I just don't know what it is." She grabbed onto the counter top, keeling over again.
"Do you feel nauseous? You haven't puked so it can't be food poisoning," Lacey asked, concerned now. She laid a gentle hand on Jenna's back.
'Suddenly, we heard a tiny 'pop' and my pants were completely drenched. I was completely embarrassed, thinking for a millisecond that I had wet myself! Why just a millisecond? For just a tiny millisecond, I had thought that I'd wet my pants, but as soon as the thought even entered my mind, I felt an extremely intense pressure in my butt. Like everything was just going to fall out of me. Like I was going to die!
I think my mom saw how much pain I was in, because when I looked at her she didn't say a thing about me wetting my pants. Instead, she started saying 'oh fuck!' repeatedly. What was going on?! I couldn't even think at this point, my moms voice slowly drowned into the background as the pressure in my butt got worse, and worse, and worse. I was definitely going to die (or so I had decided). I started sobbing uncontrollably - I literally felt like I was about to be split in half. It wasn't painful, but I can't even describe the pressure in my damn butt any better than I already have. It was kind of like pain, I guess.
I heard my mom again, and realised that my dad was now awake. She must have woken him up. "We need to call 911!" I heard him say. Everything was a blur, sometimes their voices were muffled and sometimes they were clear as day. I got a definite sense of panic from them both, which wasn't helping my cause - at all. Yup, I was definitely dying.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" I yelled at them as another surge of immense pain came over me, pushing the huge ball of pressure inside me even lower. "An ambulance is on their way..." I heard my mom say as she crouched down to my level. I was squatting against the couch, with my hands gripping it so hard I thought my fingers might start bleeding. She saw the fear in my eyes and laid her hand on my back again. I could see that she was freaking out too. "...Jenna, I think you're..."
But before I could even hear what her impromptu diagnosis was, I started to push.
