Ch 8- Bathtubs and Toilets

"Ok so you owe us...$475," the young girl smiled. Gordo pulled out a check and filled in the information and handed it over. He nodded his thanks as he slid the ring into his jacket pocket. It was a gorgeous ring, and it only contained a few monthly payments. All she had to do now is say yes.

Lizzie sighed as she made her way to the bathroom. God she felt nasty. Hopefully a shower would help cheer her up before Gordo came over. She started to shed her clothes as she stepped in front of the mirror. Good Lord, she was huge. But in about two months or so, she'd be back to normal. If she only knew what normal was. With that thought in mind, she crossed to the bathtub and decided instead to take a bath.

"Tonight's the night," he said excitedly.

"Do you think she's ready for this?" her voice crackled with concern.

"Miranda, we've known each other our whole lives and we love each other! Plus I also think it's the thing to do with her being pregnant and all."

"So if for example, this happened to...Kate, you'd still do this?" she asked quizzically.

"Yup. Only I don't know if I'd be as happy. I'm doing this because I knew from seventh grade that one day I was going to marry Lizzie McGuire. Baby or no baby."

His best friend looked at him and just smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing! That's so sweet though."

He gathered her up in a hug and sighed. "I'm really doing this huh?"

She nodded, tears in her eyes. "I picked a great weekend to come home huh?" she laughed. She gathered herself together and then asked to see the ring.

"I hope she likes it..." he said as he produced a white gold ring with two hearts. One was diamond and one was ruby.

"Why are there two and why different colors?" Miranda asked confused.

"Well I wanted to get her a diamond and it just so happens her birthday is in April. Mine is in July. So therefore, two hearts. Hers and mine as well."

"Ok you need to leave!" Miranda exclaimed as her vision blurred again. He laughed ruefully and headed for the door. "Call me and let me know what happens!" she yelled after him.

In order to have a proper soak, in Lizzie's mind, you need music. So she wrapped herself in a towel and began the hunt for the perfect CD. Finally, after five minutes, she found it. She had made a mixed CD the other day that she liked to think of as the soundtrack for her life. She popped it in as Spoon's "The Way We Get By" began to play.

Gordo smiled to himself as he walked up to Lizzie's door. He had stopped off at the flower store on the corner and picked up her favorite one's, tulips. This was going to be perfect.

"Liz!" he called out as he entered her house. He received no answer. He bounded up the stairs, ring in pocket and flowers in hand, and barged into her empty bedroom. At that he started to slowly go through her house, not finding her. Finally he came to the bathroom where he could faintly hear music. Looking down he noticed how his shoes squished on the carpet. Her toilet must have overflowed again he thought to himself. Gordo tried the door handle, but it was locked.

"Babe you need some help?" he called out to her as he knocked. No answer.

"Liz?"

When no answer came yet again, he tried the door knob for a second time. When that failed he started to bang on the door. He knew she was in there; music and lights were on.

"Open the door!" he yelled getting a little worried. He backed up and charged the door. Feeling it budge a smidge of an inch, he reared his leg back and started to attack. Finally about five good kicks later, he was able to enter.

"Liz?" he asked again confused, not seeing her. It was then that he noticed where the water was coming from.

"No. No, no, no..." he muttered to himself as he cautiously walked over to the tub. There she was, the love his life, mother of his child, floating.

"Liz!" he cried as he stuck an Adidas clad foot into the overflowing bathtub. He picked her up urgently and started to cry as her head flopped back and her mouth opened lifelessly.

"Liz!!" he started to yell as he shook her. "Wake up...please baby...just wake up..." he started but eventually gave way to his gut wrenching sobs.

"I think we better tell Lizzie before we tell my parents," the boy said quietly to his girlfriend.

"We can't do this...we're still in high school!"

"Well it's here now. Yeah we're only juniors, but we can make it work."

"Matt..."

In response, the tall 16 year old just kissed his girlfriend and headed to his car. Lizzie was less likely to freak out than their parents, especially because she, herself, was also pregnant. Matt hadn't seen his sister in a while and he actually missed her-which is why he suggested going over there. He swiped his hair out of his eyes and started up his Honda. Somewhere along the lines in life, he had had a major growth spurt and he now stood at 5'11". He let his hair grow out from that spiky do he used to have and it now lay across his forehead in soft straightness. He was still skinny as hell, but now he added muscle to his physique as well. Soccer will do that to you. In truth, Matt McGuire had grown up to be a good looking, well liked guy. He had been with Melina since middle school, but high school had been where they decided to take it serious. One night at a party, they both had too much to drink and woke up next to each other the next morning...naked. A few weeks later Melina had informed him that she thought she was pregnant. It turned out that she was and Matt determined to be a damn good father; regardless of his past or his age. He looked over now at the blonde girl sitting next to him and entwined his fingers with hers.

"Everything'll be fine," he reassured her.

She gave him a small, tight smile in return.

"Gordo what the hell are you doing?" Matt asked about ten minutes later as he stood in the doorway.

"Move! NOW!!!" he barked at him when he saw the stretcher being carried up the stairs.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?" Matt asked slowly. Gordo finally got up and climbed out of the tub for Matt to see.

"No...she's faking. She used to do it to me all the time to hear me scream like a girl," he explained.

Gordo just looked at him, dripping water on the floor, and then reached over and slapped her to prove his point.

"Don't EVER hit-"

"LOOK!!!"

Matt turned to look and saw no change.

"But...why..." he asked softly, finally grasping the situation.

"I don't know...I really don't know," Gordo answered him honestly, tears still streaming down his face as he watched the medics cover his girlfriend with a tarp. For the first time in their lives, the two young men clung to each other, sobbing, and wouldn't let go. As they did, the last words from Lizzie's CD flooded the room.

"Welcome to my life..."

a/n: this is not the final chapter!!! and i decided to throw matt in there...well b/c i can honestly. and i just realized that so far everyone has been having sex...but w/matt adn melina i'm thinking a/b making a sequel. let me know if y'all think that's a good idea. sorry that i changed it all again...it was rated R for a short time but it seemed like no one would read it or know it was there except for my faithful reviewers (y'all rock that found me!! make me smile all day...)