It wasn't even a few days later when I was starting to feel pregnant. My stomach was bloated, my breasts were aching. I turned again in the bathroom mirror, poking at my abdomen. I was already starting to show symptoms… And Tweek and I have kissed for so long…. Who knows how far along I was!

Those jellyfish were turning sour, shocking my guts and making me feel awful.

To quote Tweek, this was way too much pressure.

Speaking of the blonde, when I broke the news to him, he was on the verge of a mental break down. He kept coming over to my house nearly every night, talking to me on my steps. Like Romeo and Juliet. And just like Romeo and Juliet, my parents were getting suspicious that something had been going on between us, more so. I didn't need that on my plate.

And on top of it all, I started to get morning sickness. Badly.

I rushed over to the toilet bowl. My mouth was overflowing with saliva and my tongue began to swell. I could feel it rise but drop back into my stomach. I let out another weak moan, wilting onto my ankles.

It was a good day to discuss things more thoroughly with Tweek. Mother, father and even Mark would be out. Mother and father would be out to the planetarium and Mark would be visiting his Mormon friend.

I invited Tweek over but… I was hoping I could reach the door without vomiting.

I always tried to seem like I knew everything and I know almost nothing. Common sense and even the simplest things… I didn't even know how people got pregnant. How sheltered of me! My parents were right the whole time, playing with fire and you'll eventually get burned.

But I didn't understand it… On many occasions I saw Tammy practically swallow Kenny's tongue. Never did I see Lizzy and Kevin or Henrietta and Butters kiss, but they had to be too! How could I hit the bull's-eye so easily? It wasn't fair!

Maybe they were using con-doms?

"Rebecca, I see you are not feeling the best today," Someone spoke behind me. "Are you alright?"

I shrieked at the sheer terror of it being mother or father. I had to come up with an excuse… I-I 'm pregnant! No! That was what I am! Excuse… I needed to come up with an excuse that wasn't the truth! My brain was working overtime and my usual witty self was drowned out in worries.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark, standing above me, confused as ever. "N-No, unfortunately. I… I don't."

Mark was the epitome perfect. Class, regency with a hint of social awkwardness. But he was different from me. He didn't have to try to be better. He was better. Mark was the perfect child…

And I was always the one dragging behind. The failure.

I rested my head on the cool rim of the seat, feeling sick climb in my throat just to drop into my stomach… Like someone squeezing a juice box for fun… Juice threatening to spew out from the straw. Ugh, just the metaphor alone made me sick.

"What is plaguing you? Is it something you ate? Is it the flu?"

His questions hit me one after another. My head was pounding and Mark made it even worse. "…No, no. I-It's complicated."

"Is… is it a-" his voice strained. "A boy issue?"

Shit! I scolded myself. Was I that transparent? Well, a lie would help me out but the lie wouldn't come to me. I kept staring into the toilet bowl water with a frown, trying to swallow back sick.

"I believe so…" I was silent for a moment, letting out a meek whimper. "Don't tell mother or father, please."

Mark was quiet for a long time. He kept his eye on me and I could start to feel a hole burning in the back of my head. What was I supposed to say? What could I say? I had to take responsibility for my actions. I did this to myself. Me and me alone... And Tweek… and his sperm-saliva but I was taking responsibility.

"They're going to find out eventually Rebecca. What do you want, or rather, what do you need at a time like this?"

I croaked, not even wanting to look at him out of shame. I was a failure and now Mark knew it too. "Could you… g-get me some pregnancy tests from the local pharmacy? T-e-s-t."

"Y-yeah, I'll head out right now. Rest Rebecca," I flinched as a gentle hand rubbed my shoulder soothingly. "Everything will be okay in the end. Everything always works itself out."

And with that, I could hear Mark's footsteps trail off from the tile of the bathroom and down the stairs. But, I could barely hear any of it over my pounding heart. I kept thinking about my future and my plans. What was I going to do? What would I do for work? What about college? It's all so overwhelming.

I couldn't even think of intimacy at a time like this. Everything that made me feel happy and flighty made me feel disgusted and queasy. To face facts… I was a slut. I was no better than the average hooker kissing men!

After a few short minutes of beating myself up, I could hear my doorbell and extremely loud knocking on my front door- all simultaneous mind you.

With small steady steps, I trekked down the stairs and to the door, opening it just to be yanked into a tight hug. "I'm going to be a dad?! Oh Jesus Christ!" Tweek swiped me up like I was a rag doll, squeezing me tight and twisting me all around. "I-I didn't mean to! This is way too much pressure!"

I was set down just for me to grab onto him, swallowing back bile that tickled my throat. I clutched the front of his green button up shirt, digging my face into it. Ugh, it smelled like coffee too. The smell was intense and made me feel as green as his shirt.

"I didn't know kissing did that," Tweek twitched, grinding his teeth together. "I'll pay child support! I'll help out anyway I can… I guess? I don't know! Can't you get an abortion?!"

My eyes widened at the mere thought of an abortion. How humiliating and… murderous.

The blonde grabbed my hand, yanking me towards the stairs. "I-I'll get the wire hanger and you can untwist it and we can figure it out together," He said rather panicked, "And, uh, we'll be fine!"

"The only thing you're going to do with that wire hanger is hang up my coat!"My eyebrows furrowed and I held my forehead, trying to concentrate on the floor rather than the overwhelming smells of coffee and fabric softener. "I want to keep it. I-I can't bring myself to do that."

"Ngh, I know. I'm sorry. I-I'm just in one of my moods."

Bile was slowly making its way into my mouth. I had to sprint to the couch and to sit down for it to stop. I got myself all worked up while Tweek just watched me like an owl, ambling to my side cautiously.

"Will you stay with me, Tweek? Help me with a baby? My family might not be there. I might get kicked out. I need someone."

"I-I'm not ready for that kind of responsibility. I'm still living with my parents. I got nothing saved up. I have to pay off my car payments and-"

I hid my face in my knees. Henrietta and Lizzy had to enlighten me about kissing. I could have lived in blissful ignorance and call it a virgin birth when the baby did arrive. But no, Rebecca Cotswolds had to be naïve.

"But… I know how you must feel." Tweek knelt in front of me, resting his forehead on mine. "I-I guess we can do it together."

Tweek was going to help me? Really? Truly? Honestly? I felt better. I didn't feel like puking anymore. I was still sort of nervous but Tweek was going to be there by my side. I wasn't going to be alone. At least someone would be there to-

"So, you're the one who did this." I heard the door slam shut. I darted up in fright. Mark was holding a plastic bag, his eyes darting from me to Tweek.

I could see the sheer panic in Tweek's eyes. And like a frightened deer, he darted past me. Where would he run? Mark grabbed him up and slammed the much taller man against the wall. "You got my sister pregnant?" he barked into his face.

"Agh, I-I didn't mean too!"

That wasn't a good response in the least. In that retrospect, Tweek and I were the same. Mark growled, his teeth flashing menacingly.

I brought myself to my feet, wobbling up to him, pulling back on his shoulders. "I didn't mean to kiss him… but I really like him and we-"

With his hands still gripping his collar, Mark craned his head to me. At first he was completely confused and then he was… uhm, still confused. "…Kissing? Kissing?! You cannot, repeat, cannot get pregnant from kissing. Ever."

"But his sperm got in my mouth." I grimaced.

Suddenly, Mark's grip intensified on Tweek and in turn, he shrieked. "You what?!"

I pleaded, yanking on my brother's shoulders. I was almost in tears. I didn't want anyone to get hurt because of me. I would be a failure and I would be selfish! "I didn't know that guys have sperm-saliva or I never would have ever done that!"

"Sperm… what? Who the hell told you that?"

"Lizzy, Tammy and Henrietta said-"

Mark interrupted me. "Mother and father forbade you from seeing them. And for good reason. I'm telling you right now, you can't get pregnant unless you two have sex. Have you?"

Tweek and I exchanged clueless expressions.

"Mother and father should have allowed you take sexual education." Mark released Tweek and the blonde flew into my side, peeking at my brother like a poor, abused puppy.

"So, kissing won't make her pregnant?" Tweek asked timidly.

My brother was obviously losing his patience… Especially with Tweek. He began to shout, "How old are you? You should know this. You were in public school for Christ's sake! You cannot get pregnant from kissing! EVER."

Both Tweek and I took in a collective sigh of relief.

"Ngh, so much pressure." Tweek exhaled noisily, his eyes leading back to mine. I could only smile and squeak in glee. I wrapped myself around his neck and jumped into his arms. It was as if I won the library! Oh my, it felt like it! He grabbed me up as held him tightly, nearly strangling the poor man.

I landed a few wet kisses on his mouth, "Kiss me? K-i-s-s."

"Rebecca, control yourself! Tweek, leave and never come back to this household!" Mark bleated, "And I will be informing mother and father about this."

"Fine," I grasped a still shell-shocked Tweek, yanking him along with me. "Tweeky? Why don't we get out of here and get a coffee? Maybe go out by the anxiety meeting building and do what we do best?"

He perked up, "Coffee?" And with that, he snatched me up and drug me out of my house in sprint as my brother's angry yells followed us out.

I like thinking about intimacy.

I'm not a slut or anything but I enjoy contact of other people. That type of closeness that you can share with anyone but… you want to share with a certain someone.

My certain someone was Tweek.

Also, I was going to wring Henrietta, Lizzy and Tammy's neck for playing such a cruel joke!