Thanks for reading, well hear is chapturo dos, or whatever. I don't own
Lizzie McGuire, if I did I'd shoot myself for making an episode about
Gordo maxing out a credit card he got in the mail. This chapter is
kinda
funny!
*****
Chapter Two :Taking a Test/ Talking
(Lizzie)
I've been puking for the past two weeks, and I've missed my period.
That
can mean one of two things: I'm pregnant or I forgot how to count! I
hope
I forgot how to count. I can't afford a baby right now, though it would
be sorta nice. No! Lizzie: focus you don't have a job, you can't have a
baby. Oh, maybe if I am pregnant I can do what they did in Sugar &
Spice!
No, too stupid, I'm married. What am I thinking, maybe I miscounted.
Benji and I have been married for a week, we can't've gotten pregnant
already. Does this normally happen? Is this legal? I need ice cream!!!
So, I went to the freezer, but all the ice cream was gone.
"Benji, where is the ice cream?" I screamed.
"Lizzie, you ate the entire half gallon last night."
"Oh, I need to go to the drug store, be right back." I went to
Walgreens, and picked up a pregnancy test and two half gallons of ice
cream, that way, if I am pregnant and get another craving, I'll be
fine.
I drove home, ran to the house, put my key through the door, shut the
door, and ran to the bathroom. I followed the instructions, and it was
blue. I squealed, half with delight half with fear.
"Shit!" I yelled in a happy voice.
"What is it honey?" asked Benji as he ran in.
"I'm pregnant," I said sadly.
"Obvious by the mood swings and cravings."
"I want ice cream," I said happily.
"Now you're just creeping me out." I smiled incessantly, and kissed
him.
"What's that for?"
"I love you, Benji. I'm glad I married you, instead of the dingbat
pervert I called a friend."
"You want ice cream, don't you?"
"Another reason I love you, you know when to stop hugging me and carry
me to the kitchen," I said. He picked me up, put me on the living room
couch, and gave me my ice cream.
(Matt)
My phone rang, it was Annel.
"Matt?" her sweet voice said on the other line.
"Annel, how do you feel?"
"Like shit! I hate this, I've been pregnant for a month now, do you
have
any idea the pains of being a woman?:
"No idea, but I've seen the grossness of my mom and sister's pads, so
I
can tell it's pretty rough." She laughed.
"That's what I like about you Matt, you understand me, listen, I have
a
question to ask you. Could you meet me at Starbucks in five minutes?"
"Yeah. Be right there. Love you," I said.
"XO, Bye."
I got in my car, and drove the five mile drive to Starbucks. I picked
up
a warm, Tazo Chai, and waited for Annel. She arrived a few seconds
later.
She always looked beautiful. She was tall, but shorter than me, had
dark
skin and equally dark, long hair, and had these intense, gold-green
eyes
that you could just melt into.
"Hey," she said, then kissed my cheek.
"What did you want to ask me?"
"I know, this is unexpected, but I want to marry you." I looked at
her.
"Annel, I... We should wait until you have the baby," I said.
"But, why?"
"Annel, if we got married now, it would be because of the baby. If we
still love each other after it is born, I'll consider-if we don't break
up." She smiled.
"I'm glad you think that way. Have you, um, told anyone?" she asked.
"Just my sister."
"I'm calling my parents tonight, you should go visit them this
weekend.
I have to go."
"You just got here."
"I have to think of what I'll say to them, I'll see you in Spanish on
Monday. Tu amor," she said, kissed me and left.
(Lizzie)
I couldn't decide who I wanted to tell first. Paulette? Janie? Laurie?
Tom? Carson? Matt? Then it hit me. I picked up the phone and dialed a
very familiar number.
(Jo)
The phone rang, I picked up.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hi, Mom!" said my cheery daughter. "Can I come home this weekend?"
"Lizzie, you can come home anytime you want, you always have a room
here, sweetie."
"Thanks, since he's my husband, Benji's coming too."
"He's our son-in-law, he's always welcome."
"I'll see you Saturday. Thanks Mom, love you. Bye." She's coming to
visit, I need to clean.
"Hi, honey," said Sam as he walked in the kitchen, and kissed my
cheek.
"Lizzie and Benji are coming home this weekend."
"That's nice," he said. Then, the phone rang again. "I got it. Hello?
Hey! Uh-huh. Yup... Great... See you then... Bye. Well, apparently so
is
Matt."
"Well, good thing they both lived here at one time, or else they
wouldn't have bedrooms."
(Benji)
I'm going to be a father. I'm sworn to secrecy until Lizzie tells her
parents. I know I can't tell mine, because they'd tell hers, and it'd
be
a huge mess.
The McGuires have an incessant problem with getting pregnant.
Apparently, her brother had gotten his girlfriend into the mode of
carrying children. Well, we'll see how this one goes. Sam and Jo don't
know that Matt did the dirty while he was drunk. And he was drunk
underage. If Jo was still in control of him, he'd be grounded.
(Lizzie)
"Hi, Mom" I said giving her a hug.
"Sweetie, you've been married for a week, and you already miss us!"
she
said.
"Hi, honey," said Dad.
"Hi, guys!" said Benji.
"Hey, Benjiman. How're you?" said Dad giving him a handshake.
"Great, Mr. McGuire."
"Call me Sam, we're family!"
"Benjiman! Have you found a job yet?" asked Mom, giving him a hug.
"Ok, I have two interviews on Monday, Jo?"
"Yes, you can call me Jo!" Seconds later, Matt came through the door.
"Lizzie!" he said.
"Uh, hi Matt!" I said in mock happiness.
"Hey, el Matto!" said Benji, using Matt's stupid nickname he gave him.
(Matt)
I'd gone over it in my head about twenty times what I was going to
say.
I knew I would say it at dinner, and I was going to say it without
having
them yell at me for being so stupid.
Dinner time came, and Lizzie kept looking at me, I knew she was
hinting.
"Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you," I said shakily.
"What is it son?" asked Dad.
"About a month ago, there was this party. They were serving punch,
that
I didn't know was spiked. I had about five glasses, and feel awful
about
it. But, Annel also had about the same alcohol intake."
"We're not mad at you, Matt. You seem like you got some girl pregnant
or
something," said Dad. I laughed nervously.
"You didn't!" said Mom.
"I didn't mean to. I was drunk senseless, impaired judgment, unknowing
of what I say or do!"
"Ok, son. We aren't mad, just very disappointed," said Dad.
"Disappointed? Of course I'm mad! You be Mr. Disappointed, I'll
be..um.
MADS!"
"What is a MADS?" asked Lizzie.
"Mothers against drunk screwing!" screamed Mom. Lizzie started
chuckling, which started a chain reaction all across the table. Even
Mom
started laughing.
(Lizzie)
After Mom's MADS outburst, everything settled down, and I decided to
give my news. I squeezed Benji's hand, and stood up.
"Mom, Dad, I also have something to tell you," I said hopefully. They
put on a face, that clearly said "oh no! Not you too."
"More good news?" said Matt.
"I took a pregnancy test two days ago, and it tested positive."
"That's great, honey. Congratulations," said Dad. Mom said nothing.
"Lizzie, do you know the number one rule of pregnancy testing? You
have
to do it two weeks after you had sex," she said.
"I know. But, I took it three weeks after, what's your point?" I said.
"You've been married for a week," said Mom.
*****
Review for the sake of my small amount of closed in sanity!!
Lizzie McGuire, if I did I'd shoot myself for making an episode about
Gordo maxing out a credit card he got in the mail. This chapter is
kinda
funny!
*****
Chapter Two :Taking a Test/ Talking
(Lizzie)
I've been puking for the past two weeks, and I've missed my period.
That
can mean one of two things: I'm pregnant or I forgot how to count! I
hope
I forgot how to count. I can't afford a baby right now, though it would
be sorta nice. No! Lizzie: focus you don't have a job, you can't have a
baby. Oh, maybe if I am pregnant I can do what they did in Sugar &
Spice!
No, too stupid, I'm married. What am I thinking, maybe I miscounted.
Benji and I have been married for a week, we can't've gotten pregnant
already. Does this normally happen? Is this legal? I need ice cream!!!
So, I went to the freezer, but all the ice cream was gone.
"Benji, where is the ice cream?" I screamed.
"Lizzie, you ate the entire half gallon last night."
"Oh, I need to go to the drug store, be right back." I went to
Walgreens, and picked up a pregnancy test and two half gallons of ice
cream, that way, if I am pregnant and get another craving, I'll be
fine.
I drove home, ran to the house, put my key through the door, shut the
door, and ran to the bathroom. I followed the instructions, and it was
blue. I squealed, half with delight half with fear.
"Shit!" I yelled in a happy voice.
"What is it honey?" asked Benji as he ran in.
"I'm pregnant," I said sadly.
"Obvious by the mood swings and cravings."
"I want ice cream," I said happily.
"Now you're just creeping me out." I smiled incessantly, and kissed
him.
"What's that for?"
"I love you, Benji. I'm glad I married you, instead of the dingbat
pervert I called a friend."
"You want ice cream, don't you?"
"Another reason I love you, you know when to stop hugging me and carry
me to the kitchen," I said. He picked me up, put me on the living room
couch, and gave me my ice cream.
(Matt)
My phone rang, it was Annel.
"Matt?" her sweet voice said on the other line.
"Annel, how do you feel?"
"Like shit! I hate this, I've been pregnant for a month now, do you
have
any idea the pains of being a woman?:
"No idea, but I've seen the grossness of my mom and sister's pads, so
I
can tell it's pretty rough." She laughed.
"That's what I like about you Matt, you understand me, listen, I have
a
question to ask you. Could you meet me at Starbucks in five minutes?"
"Yeah. Be right there. Love you," I said.
"XO, Bye."
I got in my car, and drove the five mile drive to Starbucks. I picked
up
a warm, Tazo Chai, and waited for Annel. She arrived a few seconds
later.
She always looked beautiful. She was tall, but shorter than me, had
dark
skin and equally dark, long hair, and had these intense, gold-green
eyes
that you could just melt into.
"Hey," she said, then kissed my cheek.
"What did you want to ask me?"
"I know, this is unexpected, but I want to marry you." I looked at
her.
"Annel, I... We should wait until you have the baby," I said.
"But, why?"
"Annel, if we got married now, it would be because of the baby. If we
still love each other after it is born, I'll consider-if we don't break
up." She smiled.
"I'm glad you think that way. Have you, um, told anyone?" she asked.
"Just my sister."
"I'm calling my parents tonight, you should go visit them this
weekend.
I have to go."
"You just got here."
"I have to think of what I'll say to them, I'll see you in Spanish on
Monday. Tu amor," she said, kissed me and left.
(Lizzie)
I couldn't decide who I wanted to tell first. Paulette? Janie? Laurie?
Tom? Carson? Matt? Then it hit me. I picked up the phone and dialed a
very familiar number.
(Jo)
The phone rang, I picked up.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hi, Mom!" said my cheery daughter. "Can I come home this weekend?"
"Lizzie, you can come home anytime you want, you always have a room
here, sweetie."
"Thanks, since he's my husband, Benji's coming too."
"He's our son-in-law, he's always welcome."
"I'll see you Saturday. Thanks Mom, love you. Bye." She's coming to
visit, I need to clean.
"Hi, honey," said Sam as he walked in the kitchen, and kissed my
cheek.
"Lizzie and Benji are coming home this weekend."
"That's nice," he said. Then, the phone rang again. "I got it. Hello?
Hey! Uh-huh. Yup... Great... See you then... Bye. Well, apparently so
is
Matt."
"Well, good thing they both lived here at one time, or else they
wouldn't have bedrooms."
(Benji)
I'm going to be a father. I'm sworn to secrecy until Lizzie tells her
parents. I know I can't tell mine, because they'd tell hers, and it'd
be
a huge mess.
The McGuires have an incessant problem with getting pregnant.
Apparently, her brother had gotten his girlfriend into the mode of
carrying children. Well, we'll see how this one goes. Sam and Jo don't
know that Matt did the dirty while he was drunk. And he was drunk
underage. If Jo was still in control of him, he'd be grounded.
(Lizzie)
"Hi, Mom" I said giving her a hug.
"Sweetie, you've been married for a week, and you already miss us!"
she
said.
"Hi, honey," said Dad.
"Hi, guys!" said Benji.
"Hey, Benjiman. How're you?" said Dad giving him a handshake.
"Great, Mr. McGuire."
"Call me Sam, we're family!"
"Benjiman! Have you found a job yet?" asked Mom, giving him a hug.
"Ok, I have two interviews on Monday, Jo?"
"Yes, you can call me Jo!" Seconds later, Matt came through the door.
"Lizzie!" he said.
"Uh, hi Matt!" I said in mock happiness.
"Hey, el Matto!" said Benji, using Matt's stupid nickname he gave him.
(Matt)
I'd gone over it in my head about twenty times what I was going to
say.
I knew I would say it at dinner, and I was going to say it without
having
them yell at me for being so stupid.
Dinner time came, and Lizzie kept looking at me, I knew she was
hinting.
"Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you," I said shakily.
"What is it son?" asked Dad.
"About a month ago, there was this party. They were serving punch,
that
I didn't know was spiked. I had about five glasses, and feel awful
about
it. But, Annel also had about the same alcohol intake."
"We're not mad at you, Matt. You seem like you got some girl pregnant
or
something," said Dad. I laughed nervously.
"You didn't!" said Mom.
"I didn't mean to. I was drunk senseless, impaired judgment, unknowing
of what I say or do!"
"Ok, son. We aren't mad, just very disappointed," said Dad.
"Disappointed? Of course I'm mad! You be Mr. Disappointed, I'll
be..um.
MADS!"
"What is a MADS?" asked Lizzie.
"Mothers against drunk screwing!" screamed Mom. Lizzie started
chuckling, which started a chain reaction all across the table. Even
Mom
started laughing.
(Lizzie)
After Mom's MADS outburst, everything settled down, and I decided to
give my news. I squeezed Benji's hand, and stood up.
"Mom, Dad, I also have something to tell you," I said hopefully. They
put on a face, that clearly said "oh no! Not you too."
"More good news?" said Matt.
"I took a pregnancy test two days ago, and it tested positive."
"That's great, honey. Congratulations," said Dad. Mom said nothing.
"Lizzie, do you know the number one rule of pregnancy testing? You
have
to do it two weeks after you had sex," she said.
"I know. But, I took it three weeks after, what's your point?" I said.
"You've been married for a week," said Mom.
*****
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