AN: I AM A HOTTIEEE!
Six chapters in one day. What kind of writing steroids am I ON?

two references. a gagillion gold stars to whoever guesses them.
as for me, i'm goign to bed. it's been a long day.


Alena's POV

I got off the plane, stumbling around in the passageway from the plane to the actual airport. What are those called again? Whatever. I looked around. Where was I supposed to meet Caleb? I had mailed him back saying to meet me at the airport when my flight got in. God damn that boy for not believing in house phones. I held down the number seven on my phone, but it was busy.

"Alena?" I whipped around, but it was only Kaylee. "Pff. You hit me with your ponytail, bitch. Anyways, I just was wondering if you saw Caleb over there in the waiting area by that other flight."

I looked over. He was pacing around, looking repeatedly out of the window. He was talking on his phone, and gesticulating madly. He looked scared and angry at the same time. I dropped my backpack and ran over to him, leaving my suitcase and two stunned friends behind.

"Alena!" he shouted. He closed his phone and walked towards me. He kissed me on the forehead, but I reached behind his neck and pulled him closer to me. When I kissed him, I let everything go, all the emotions I had been feeling for the past three weeks. All the thoughts I had that he'd abandoned me. All of my fears that I'd never see him again. We parted and he looked down at me, stunned.

"Get a room, you young whippersnappers," said an old man sitting in the waiting room, waving us off like a cloud of obnoxious bugs.

"Uh…I thought maybe your flight had gotten delayed, or something had happened!"

"You got the wrong waiting area," I said, pointing over to Kaylee and Molly. Both were giving me thumbs up signs sarcastically.

"Uh, so. Want me to drive you back to my place?" he asked, rumpling the back of his hair like my dad does when he talks to my mom.

"You can drive?" I asked, walking back over to get my suitcase and my bag.

"Well, I got my permit, but I drive anyways," he said nonchalantly, but then he turned with mock seriousness and said "Don't tell your parents."

I laughed. "My parents are so caught up with their own lives, they wouldn't even take the time to realize that I'm not staying where I said I am."

Sara's POV

"Nick, what if Alena's not staying where she said she is?" I asked nervously, twisting my hands.

"Why would she do that?" he asked. Crap. He doesn't know about that kid.

"I don't know. What about that band she mentioned. Maybe," I gasped, "Maybe she's into hard drugs!"

"She is not into hard drugs, Sara." This was hardly a comforting statement.

I paused and grasped the tablecloth in my fists. "Broccoli."

"I'm on it, hon." Nick backed out of the room and into the kitchen. "Warm or cold?" he asked.

"Cold!" I yelled, my mouth watering. Nick came into the room holding a plate of broccoli left over from last nights dinner of broccoli. I stuffed one of the crowns into my mouth.

"I love you," I said thickly through my mouthful of green.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," he said sternly.

I glared at him.

"I'm just practicing my parenting phrases again. We'll have to break out the old stuff, now, won't we?" he asked as he pushed himself up from the table.

Alena's POV

"Are you alright, Lenny?" asked Caleb, leaning over me in the bathroom.

"I think I have the flu." I was leaning over the toilet, puking my guts up.

"Len?" asked Molly. "I don't think you have the flu. I think… I think you have offspring."

I replied to this with more pukeage.

"What?" I asked, spitting. "Pregnant? Oh god, oh god, oh god."

"Caleb. Did you…I mean, was it possible you didn't—" stuttered Molly.

"Did you glove up before you got in the ring?" asked Kaylee flatly.

Caleb stared at them then looked at me. "You told them?!"

"I came into our cabin after being out all night with your sweatshirt on. What was I supposed to tell them? We were baking cookies and I got cold?"

"No. We used one," he said.

"Are you sure?" asked Molly.

"Well, I… I don't really remember. Everything just happened really really fast. Maybe we didn't," said Caleb. Kaylee pushed through Molly and Caleb in the small cramped bathroom. She opened the cabinet over the toilet.

"What are you doing?" asked Caleb.

"Looking for a test," she said. "Here. Found one," she said, pulling a box out of the cabinet." She ripped it open and handed it to me. It sort of looked like the thermometer we had at home. "You know how to use it?"

"I can pee on a stick, Kaylee. Now can you all get out?" I asked. "Except Caleb." I looked at him and grabbed his hand. "You can stay. If you want."

He plopped down on the side of the bathtub. "If you want me to stay, I'll stay."

I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet. Peeing on that stick made me think of my parents. It made me think that until two months ago, they would never have thought of this. My dad still wouldn't think I'd be doing this. Mom maybe.

I'm preparing for a lifetime of house arrest once I get home, if this happens.

I waited the recommended ten seconds.

"I can't look. You look," I thrust the test into Caleb's hands. There was a minute of silence.

"Ha. Well, at least it'll be an attractive child, right?" he said uncertainly. I yanked the test out of his hands and looked at it.

"Two pink lines? Does that mean pregnant?" I asked.

He nodded. I opened the door to Kaylee and Molly. They stared at me and I nodded.

"Holy fuck balls!" said Molly.

"We'll buy you a chastity belt as a baby shower present, Len." They both walked forward and hugged me. I felt Caleb's hand on the small of my back, and I wished that I could stay here, in this moment for ever. For the rest of my life.