A/N: Hola and all that stuff. Thank you for clicking on this story to read. You might find it obnoxiously confusing, because, well, quite frankly, it doesn't work as a standalone. A brief refresher: Chuckie Brown is our favorite gay kid, basketball prince and all that good stuff. Sarah is his sister. Justin will eventually become his boyfriend.
I'm trying as hard as I can to make this make sense, and to put it in chronological order, which, sometimes, makes it not make sense, and I'm sorry! Someday it will all make sense. All pieces will begin with a date. To help you along, HSM1 happened in January of 07, HSM2 was July of 07, HSM3 was May of 08. If anything honestly doesn't make sense, just message me or leave a review with what specifically doesn't make sense, and I'll try to explain it in the next chapter.
2.10.07
Setting: After Chapter 22, Part 3, of Middle School Musical
"Sarah, what in the world is going on?" Chuckie asked, as Sarah slammed the front door and stormed off up the stairs, barricading herself in her room. "Are you mad at me?"
"No," Sarah said. "It's nothing. Leave me alone."
"Okay, then, riddle me this. Why did you just storm back across the street in a huff and barricade yourself in the room?"
"I didn't," Sarah lied.
"Chad called," Chuckie threw out just to see how it would sit. "Says he misses his cheerleader. Are you avoiding him?"
"No."
"What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"I don't buy it. Tell me."
"Promise you won't tell Chad?"
"Promise." Sarah opened the door to her room, stuck her head into the hall, looked both ways, even though they were home alone, and pulled Chuckie into her room, before shutting the door again. "I'm sketched. Does this have to do with the real reason you dumped Chad?"
"I told you why," Sarah said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't buy that either. I don't need company. I'm not miserable. I'm actually happy to not have that closet case to drag around. Give me another month or two, and I'll be seriously sex-deprived, but other that that…"
"I'm late."
"Do you have to be somewhere?"
"No, I mean I'm late."
"I don't– Oh. So? I'm sure you're not–"
"I could be," Sarah said, cutting her brother off. "There were a couple of times that could have been…"
"If you ran out, you should have told me! I have more! Troy and I don't technically need them. You can't get pregnant, you're sixteen! What are you gonna tell mom?"
"Shut up! I don't even know if I am yet."
"I'll get you a test," Chuckie said, immediately getting off her bed and grabbing the keys to her car (he didn't have one). "What kind do you want?"
"Digital," Sarah said. "No fucking around with pink lines."
"Oh, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." Sure enough, he was back fifteen minutes later with a pregnancy test. Or two. "The lady at the store said to get more than one…"
"Uh-huh," Sarah said, grabbing them and walking off to the bathroom. Chuckie waited patiently outside. "You can come in now." He did. They waited together, both silently hoping for the outcome they wanted. When the time was finally up, they both eagerly looked for the "not pregnant" symbol on both. They got mixed results. "How can I be pregnant and not pregnant?"
"You got me. I thought you could only be one at a time."
"Which one is wrong?"
"I hope the positive one."
"Now what?"
"Well, wait and see if you have a baby in nine months, or we go to the hospital."
"Hospitals involve telling mom."
"I think both options involve telling mom eventually."
"I'll wait then."
"Do you want to have a baby? You're sixteen!" Sarah didn't respond. She just gathered her tests and took them back to her room. "You do, don't you?"
"Is that so bad?" Sarah yelled, whirling around to yell at him properly. "If you were a girl, you'd probably get pregnant on purpose to keep Troy, wouldn't you?"
"If I was a girl, Troy and my relationship would be very different."
"Don't give me that shit."
"If you're in love with Chad, just tell him. He'll stay. I know it."
"He will not. He's with Taylor now."
"Don't have a baby."
"You can't tell me what to do. No one can," Sarah said, obstinately.
"Sarah, whatever you decide, you know I'll be behind you. But you're my baby sister, and you're too young to be making that kind of choice."
"What, like you're saying I'm too young to make good choices, big brother? What are you, like, three minutes older than me?"
"That's not what I'm saying! I'm saying you're too young to have a baby. You should get the blood test."
"No."
"Fine, them, I'm calling Chad," Chuckie said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
"NO!"
"Make up your mind!" No response. Silence was lapsed into. "You know, out of curiosity, if you were… There's no chance that it's anyone else's but Chad's, right?"
"Are you trying to imply something? The rumors around the school aren't true, you should know that! I haven't seen anyone but Chad since Middle School."
"Okay, okay, just checking. You seem kind of cozy with JJ Black."
"JJ's just a friend. I promise. Just a friend. Like he's my best friend, retardface. Besides Tia."
"And Jared… isn't he your boyfriend now?" Sarah glared at her brother.
"You know just as well as I do that Jared is a virgin. I promise you."
"Yeah, I know. But with last night…it's hard to tell these days."
"If I thought I was pregnant, why in the world would I have sex with Jared?" Long pause.
"No idea. You've accused me of weirder."
"You are weirder."
"Are you gonna get the test or not?"
"Not."
"Are you gonna tell Chad or not?"
"Not."
"Can I tell Troy? If he ever talks to me again?"
"No."
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
"Be supportive!"
"How? You're being so unreasonable."
"I am not. This is perfectly reasonable. Let's pretend for three seconds that you are the one who might be pregnant."
"Who am I pregnant with?"
"Troy, of course."
"Well, problem solved, Troy and I always use condoms. It's very messy when you don't."
"Okay, there were like, three times when we didn't, okay? And one of them wasn't my fault. We were at school–"
"Which is always an intelligent place to have sex," Chuckie added, scathingly.
"–And he didn't have any!"
"What did I say to him? I said, 'I don't care if you and Sarah have sex, that's your business, but for God fucking sakes, if you get her pregnant, I will kill you. Here's a whole bunch of condoms that I stole from Planned Parenthood.'."
"Why were you at Planned Parenthood?"
"Picking up condoms, learning about birth control, you know…"
"Sure."
"Okay, mom was there, and we were on our way to the store. And I figured me and Troy would start doing it soon, so I stole a whole bunch of them. I was wearing cargo pants, I don't think mom even noticed."
"With the amount you and Troy have sex, I'm surprised you didn't run out."
"Oh, we did, but when we don't have them, we do something else. Like–"
"Don't tell me. I'm good, thanks."
"Aw, you don't think that's hot?"
"Not when it's my brother, no thank you."
"And then I went out and bought some. Or we stole some of Troy's parents'."
"Troy's parents had condoms? Now, that is an overshare," Sarah said, sticking out her tongue in disgust.
"I'm just saying." There was a pause. "But what about the other two times?"
"Shower."
"Both times?"
"Yeah."
"In the shower?"
"Yeah."
"How do you manage to have sex in the shower and not fall over?"
"Chad's house has one of those non-slip things in the tub."
"We should definitely get one of those. I wanna have real sex in the shower."
"Doesn't Troy have a non-slip thing in his shower?"
"Do I want to know how you know that?"
"I practically grew up there?"
"Sure."
"Doesn't it?"
"I don't know. We can't do stuff around his house. It's against the rules of our relationship. Or it was. I guess we don't have a relationship now, so that's kind of void."
"You miss him," Sarah said.
"More than you can believe," Chuckie replied, wistfully.
"Um…Chucks?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you…do you love Troy?" Sarah asked uncertainly. Chuckie whipped his head around so fast it should have hurt, but he had no time for it to hurt.
"Who told you that?"
"No one."
"Who told you that? Give me names, I will hunt them down."
"So, that's a yes?"
"Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!"
"I still haven't heard a no."
"That's because I do! Now stop it!"
"You do?"
"Stop it!"
"Fine." There was a silence. "Why don't you tell him? He'd stay. I promise you."
"Because he likes Ryan. Haven't I told you this story?"
"No."
"Oh, well, it's a great story."
"No, I know. I've heard it. Just not from you."
"Troy told you? When?" Chuckie asked.
"About an hour ago."
"Bastard."
"You love him."
"I do not."
"Yes you do, you already said you did."
"If you tell him, I will kill you no matter what you are keeping in your uterus," Chuckie warned.
"Good to know," Sarah laughed.
"You already told him, didn't you?"
"I tried to. But he's on some serious kind of denial about it."
"Good."
"Thought you always said denial wasn't good."
"It isn't."
"Then why is this good?"
"Because Troy. Doesn't. Love. Me."
"How do you know?" Sarah asked.
"You think he's in denial about that too? Are you kidding me? He's in love with the new chick."
"Gabriella."
"I know her name. I just hate saying it."
"What is wrong with us?"
"I know what's wrong with you…" Chuckie said, rolling his eyes.
"No, why do we fall for the guys we can't have? And we know we can't have?"
"You knew you couldn't have Chad?"
"Are you kidding? How long has he been denying his crush on Taylor?"
"Since the third grade? I don't know."
"Exactly."
"I don't know."
"Me neither."
"I think our lives suck." There was a pause. "No offense, but I really hope you're not pregnant."
"Yeah, so do I, I guess."
"Hospital?" Chuckie asked.
"So long as it doesn't show up on my records or in the insurance bill."
"I think I can handle that." Chuckie stood up and pulled a wad of fives out of his pocket.
"You're gonna bribe them? And what's with the fives?"
"Someone has to pay all those people who keep interrupting Troy from kissing her."
"Gabriella?"
"I told you, I don't like the name. Are we going or not?"
"Leave the fives here. And stop paying people to interrupt Troy and Gabriella. They're good together."
"Not as good as me and Troy."
"I'm sure they're not. And not as cute together, either."
"Obviously." They arrived at the hospital 20 minutes later. Sarah complained the whole way at how slow Chuckie drove. "I can't get another ticket, or mom won't get me my own car."
"If you get another ticket, they'll take your license away," Sarah said.
"Exactly. So mom won't get me my own car."
"What am I gonna do if I am pregnant? Get…rid of it? Have it? And then what? Keep it? I still have another year of high school! Give it up? To who? I feel like a dumbass. This is why mom says we shouldn't have sex until we're married."
"I would be very sad if I couldn't have sex until I was married."
"That's because you can't get married."
"Exactly. How long do these typically take?"
"Does it look like I've done this before?"
"No."
"Good, then. Shut up." Eventually, Sarah got a test of sorts done. The results wouldn't be back for a few days, so they just had to go home and worry. "What is mom gonna say?"
"That it's good that you're not pregnant."
"What if I am?"
"You're not."
"How do you know?"
"I'm hoping. And praying a little bit."
"But what if I am?" Sarah asked, almost in tears.
"She'll probably be helpful. Who knows? If she's not, I'll take you to Rhode Island myself."
"Rhode Island?"
"Haven't you always wanted to move North and East? Bit of a change from the South and West?"
"Yeah, but I was thinking Connecticut or New Jersey."
"Rhode Island's better. Because it's neither a Road, nor an Island, which makes it awesome. Like us."
"That's true. What's Chad gonna say?"
"About what?" Sarah stared. "Oh, right. He'd probably just think we moved to see the ocean. He knows how you feel about it."
"Not what I meant."
"Oh. I don't know. You're going to tell him?" Chuckie asked.
"I guess so."
"He has the right to know. Maybe you'd get back together. It's been kind of lonely around here." Sarah slapped him and he grabbed his shoulder, pretending it hurt.
"He'd only want to dump Taylor so he'd be doing the right thing. And that's not right."
"That didn't make any sense."
"I don't want him to come back to me because I'm pregnant. I want him back because he loves me."
"And I'm sure he does."
"He does not. What would you do in this situation?"
"If I were who?"
"Me, duh!" Sarah said, exasperatedly.
"Tell him."
"Why?"
"Because he should know."
"Why?"
"Because it's his kid!"
"Let's not have this conversation until we know."
"Sounds like a plan." Chuckie's cell phone rang suddenly. "This could be insanely creepy." He took a breath and answered it. "Hello? Oh, hi, mom. Yeah, everything's fine. Uh…sure. No, we're good. Yeah, okay, see you Thursday. Bye." He shut his phone and repocketed it. "Mom and Dad are out of town. Just so we know."
"Um…okay?" Sarah said. "I was so scared that was going to be Chad."
"Or the hospital."
"Yeah, or that."
"What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know." There was a silence. "Do you realize we sound like teenage parents?"
"We are teenage parents."
"You're not."
"I might as well be. If you're having a baby, I'm still your brother. And I'll be here. Even when Chad and Jared and everyone else isn't."
"Thanks, Chucks."
"Anytime."
2.13.07
Setting: That Wednesday.
The results came back from the lab Wednesday at lunch. Somehow Chuckie came up with notes to get them out of the rest of school, and they rushed over to the hospital. Neither wanted to know over the phone.
"Okay, Doc. Give it to us straight. Is she pregnant?" The doctor was a Doctor Abrams. She was a nice lady, and she knew her medical crap, but she wasn't too bright otherwise.
"Yes, she is."
"And you're sure?"
"We can do an ultrasound, if you'd like," Dr. Abrams suggested.
"Does that hurt?" Sarah asked, a little scared. Dr. Abrams laughed.
"No."
"Then okay." Sarah got hooked up to some machines, and an image came up on the screen.
"By the look of it, you're a little over six weeks along. By this ultrasound, I'd say the date of conception was–"
"Oh my God," Sarah said, shocked.
"–in early January or late December–"
"Oh my God."
"–we can set your due date for the end of September."
"Hooray," Sarah said, unenthusiastically.
"Have you thought about what you want to–"
"I'm keeping it. For now."
"You are?" Chuckie asked. "Are you insane?"
"No. But, like you always said, it's my choice, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Am I incorrect to assume you are the father?"
"Are you high? That's my brother. Ew."
"Sorry."
They left the doctor's soon after. "Sarah, you broke up with Chad on December 23rd."
"I know that. Hence the Oh my God. Plural."
"It…it is Chad's, right?" Chuckie asked, anxiously.
"Yeah. And the funny thing is, we used a condom that day."
"I'm so lost. Did you and Chad break the no-girls pact? Cuz Troy would be pissed if he found out you did."
"No."
"So…?"
"It was right before school started. Right after Troy got back from Colorado."
"I knew I shouldn't have spent that night at Troy's."
"You did? I thought that was against the rules of your relationship," Sarah mocked.
"Don't even go there. You know nothing of our relationship."
"So tell me. We got nine months."
"Well…"
"Well, you're in love with him. Start there."
"I am not."
"Denial."
"No."
"Come on."'
"I love Troy," Chuckie said very quietly. "I mean, I know it. I've always known it. He just…he never will. You know what I mean?"
"Sort of," Sarah said.
A/N: So, I just read this and realized it's a little hard to keep track of who's talking, but I tried my best to make it flow better.
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