Tinka walked into their room, and got dressed in pajamas. School was starting tomorrow. She groaned and walked back out to the table. She ate the meal of... She couldn't even tell what it was. She walked back into their room, and collapsed on the bed. Gunther came in after a little while, and laid down next to her. "What's wrong?"
Tinka shrugged. "I was thinking... What if I had an abort-" He put his finger to her lips.
"I don't want to ever hear that word coming from those lips." She pushed him away.
"But what if it's deformed or something?" He pressed his lips to her ear.
"It may be. But we will still love him." Tinka rolled over, and curled into him.
"Really? What's his name?" Gunther kissed her forehead.
"I don't know. I'm not good with naming things." Tinka laughed.
"Yeah. I remember all of the goats you got to name were named Steve." He smiled.
"When is the first... Rubby jelly picture?" Tinka rolled her eyes.
"The ultrasound?" She answered her own question. "I don't know. I know I have to go this weekend to get checked out. Make sure everything is fine." He nodded.
"Well, how do you think school will be?" Tink sighed.
"Depends on how many people know. You are not to look at me in public." She curled up more. "Do you think Mama and Papa told anyone?" He froze.
"I... I don't know. Maybe. I just hope they said not with..." But he looked down and Tinka was asleep. He smiled, and kissed her forehead.
Everyone waited for Saturday, but some more than others. Tinka didn't know why one of the best dancers, and one of the most attractive ones too, got fired last year. Rocky and Cece were a few of the only ones, because they were good friends with her. She was fired because she was pregnant. Cece and Rocky were sure they didn't tell anybody they didn't trust, and everybody knew Tinka was the sweetheart. Who had a big mouth.
The show went well, they did a through the ages special, Cece was assigned the 1950's, rocky had the seventies and Tinka had the eighties. Tinka went to her Doctor's appointment with Cece and Rocky, got all the tests done, and they said they would call her on Monday. Dina was already over at Gunther and Tinka's apartment when they walked in. "Hello girlies!" She made them jump. "Gunther and I have decided a way to decide the name and godmother of the baby. Sit, sit!" Cece and Rocky sat beside each other on the couch while Tinka snuggled next to Gunther in the chair. She pulled out a white board. "Whoever knows more about Tinka will become the name of the female name, the other the godmother. However, if it is a boy, the winner gets to put up name suggestions. Are we ready?" They nodded. "The categories are... Fears and Pet Peeves, Ancient History, Literature, It's All Relative, and then the Lightning Round." She pulled out a coin.
"Heads!" Cece screamed again when it landed on heads.
"Okay Cece. What category?" SHe looked at the board.
"Fears and pet peeves." Dina nodded and pulled off a card.
"What is Tinka's greatest fear?" Cece put her head in her hands.
"Euh..." She popped up off the couch. "Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors!" Tinka's jaw dropped.
"That is correct. Rocky." She twirled her hair around her finger.
"Ancient history." She smiled at Tinka, and Cece rolled her eyes.
"In what grade did Gunther and Tinka come to America?" Rocky smiled.
"The first grade." Cece snorted.
"Correct! Cece?" She smiled sweetly at her.
"I'll take literature." Dina pulled the card off.
"What movie does Tinka write fan-"
"THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW!" SHe jumped up and down, and rocky sighed.
Three hours later, TInka was almost asleep, Cece and Rocky were pumped beyond belief. "Okay! It's time for the lightning round! Whoever wins this tiebreaker wins the game!" Cece came up to the front.
"What is Tinka's favorite food that comes out of a toaster?" Dina never looked up from the cards.
"Pop tarts!" Dina nodded.
She switched the cards. "What is Tinka's fake favorite movie?"
"The Little Mermaid!" Dina nodded.
"And the real one?" Cece scoffed.
"The Rocky Horror Picture Show!" Dina flipped the cards.
"Who is her favorite-" Her phone's timer went off. "Okay! You did good, putting you with a total score of twenty-one!" She clapped, and Tinka shot up. She settled back into Gunther. "Rocky. Who is Tinka's favorite actress?"
"Uhh... Patricia Quinn!" Dina nodded.
She switched the cards. "Where were Gunther and TInka born?" Rocky's face fell.
"NO!" Cece started laughing. "NO! Uh... I don't know..." She scrunched her hair in her hands. "Uh..." She screamed. "Ger... Swi... Trans-" Her phone timer went off. "NO!"
Cece ran over to hug her girlfriend, who had crumpled to the floor. Tinka yawned, got up, and went to her and Gunther's bedroom. He followed like a little puppy dog.
Rocky sat down on the couch. "Well, there's a baby named after me, Cecelia, and not you! You're the godmother!"
"Technically, if you guys are still together when they die, you will both be the godmother." Rocky groaned.
"So she gets everything." Cece smiled.
"We... We're going to be together?" She smiled.
"I thought so." Cece wrapped her hand around Rocky's.
"Aww!" She put her head on Rocky's shoulder.
"Well, as sweet as this is, you guys need to leave or make yourself comfortable on the couch, because it looks like they've gone to bed." Dina smiled and folded up her board, putting it back in her jacket. "Night you guys."
"Night Dina!" Cece laughed as they pulled the couch bed out.
A/N Well, readers, it's Thursday night. The night before one of my best friends says he's going to run away. He has no solid plans, he just says he's going to ride his bike somewhere. Call me when he gets to a payphone. Most likely going to New York. Maybe Tornonto. He's only doing this because he's being shipped out to his mother's place. Halfway across the country. We're going on a field trip tomorrow. Oh, and I can't finish the fair thing. It's too happy. Readers can skip over this next paragraph, but Porter, please read this.
I don't know if you're reading this. Hell, if you are by some magical cause, you have no idea it's me. I really don't want you to go. Well, by the time you're reading this, you'll already be gone. I've known you since second grade. Your "five more minutes", my glaring, and our cute little... "Relationship." In third grade, you began your three year hair cutting cycle. I don't remember much of fourth grade. Fifth grade, we were out of elementary school. Then, middle school, in sixth grade, you cut your hair again, and amused everyone with your and Jacob's "random tux days." That's another thing I'm going to miss. I can't complain about Jacob to any of my girl friends. In seventh grade, which I can barely remember any of, I realized we had never broken up from our (pathetic) "relationship." So you called me a whore. That's how you break up with people, apparently. And then, this year. You're in my math class again. You've sat behind me or in front of me. Which, in retrospect, just lead to that bee, but it's still fun. And then, last week, you turned around, and asked if you could ask me a serious question. Expecting you to ask me if I masturbated, (again), you asked if it would be a good idea for you to run away. Now, every time I've seen you since, I've greeted you with: "Your plan is stupid and you are stupid." You laugh it off. As you do with everything. But, and it kills me to say this, I'm letting you go. I'm listening to Hey Jude- You've rubbed off on me. Change a few words, this is your situation. I love you, not in the way you were saying that a guy doesn't know what's going on, it's a friend love. And if this was all a joke, I'm leaving this up to show my readers what an ass you are. Love you, miss you. And you're not even gone.
Now that I've read over that, I've realized my life is a RL fanfiction. It just hasn't been written. If you want to write it, be my fucking guest. PM me if you want details.
He's an ass, it's official!
Oh, and readers, since this is a short chapter, I'd be perfectly happy to post my next chapter. But there are two parts to it, so I'll be posting three chapters this week! So PM me or review if you want me to.
OH MY GOD I FORGOT!
Shake It Up season three is premiering on October 18th. YAY!