This is a one-shot! So don't be freaking out looking for the next chapter(if it's that good, which it isn't). This is NOT the sequel to Macy Misa, Girlfriend Extraordinare, but read it anyway, please. And review!

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Macy Misa sat on her bed with her head in her hands. She glanced occasionally at the offender of her grief, that stupid white stick with plus sign on it.

"I am not pregnant," Macy cried to the stick. "I'm just not, okay?"

The stick sat there, teasing Macy with its pink addition sign. Macy wiped a few stray tears from her eyes and hit the stick with the heel of her hand, hoping that the addition sign would change to a subtraction sign.

"I don't want to be pregnant," Macy wailed to the pregnancy test all over again. The stick did not respond. Macy rolled her eyes and flopped back onto the bed. She had bought over 10 tests and taken them all. THERE WAS A PERSON IN HER BELLY.

"Can't you just go away?" Macy asked her belly, hoping to make contact with the tiny fetus inside it. No, she didn't mean that. She didn't want the baby to go away, but Macy didn't necessarily want it either. What would her mother say? Oh, she knew what her mother would say. Macy closed her eyes and tried not to think about the person moving inside of her still flat stomach.

"Oh my God," Macy cried. "I'm gonna get fat!"

That was the least of her problems. She was going to have a BABY! A real live person that belonged to her. And she was only 17.

"Don't go away," Macy whispered. "I want to have you. I really do. But I don't know if this will ruin your dad's life or his career. His family will hate him forever. But I'll love you. And so will he. But, dude, I will seriously get mad at you if you make me really fat. I mean, I know you're going to—why am I explaining stuff to you? I'm the mother, for God's sake! You explain stuff to me, not the other way around! So explain this to me: WHY ARE YOU HERE?"

No response. Macy sighed and patted her belly gently. "Sorry. I guess the hormones are kicking in."

Macy giggled at her inside joke. Then she giggled some more. Then she was holding on to the sides of the bed, cracking up. After her laughter faded away, she touched her stomach.

"Good times we'll have, right, buddy?" Macy asked her stomach. "Right."

With sudden realization with what she had to do, Macy sighed. She was going to have to break the news to the father. She picked up her phone and dialed his cell. The baby's father picked up on the first ring.

"Hello," he said.

"Hey, Nick," Macy said softly.