A/N: Well, remember what I have said: I am a sarcastic bitch and if you are easily offended, don't read my first AN. And boy do I have some things to say. I am making this story realistic, as realistic as possible. So if you think you will find another nice little cliché story where Lizzie triumphs and just knows everything and can make a nice living for her kid and her (without a great education mind you) and she just knows how to do everything herself, you are in for a big reality check. Because I don't do that. To damn easy. You see, Lizzie is spoiled and sheltered. Its true and you know it. If you think differently, be my guest to argue against me. I love to hear it. But she has never done anything herself, not cooking, cleaning, nothing. So how the hell would she suddenly be blessed with that knowledge? Get real.

And, I must respond to a review. Someone said that it would never happen. Lizzie and Gordo would never drink or have sex, and Lizzie would never run away from her problems. To that I say, girl, you give her way to much credit. You don't know what she would do in a situation like that. I mean, its not like she's ever faced a really difficult situation before (and yes, I have seen all of the episodes. So don't tell me I don't know what the hell I'm talking about)

Ok, I will stop being a snide little bitch for now ;D. Just remember, even I like reviews, so review!

Emily

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Wish I did so I could use the money to buy other shows (and corrupt the characters on this one!)


Maddy knew she was a rich runaway pretty much the moment she laid eyes on the young teenager. Her hair, though dirty, was obviously highlighted, and it wasn't the store bought stuff. And her clothes were of expensive tastes, the monograms displaying names of well-known, very pricey stores. The final clue was when a man whistled to her, and the girl looked at him, disgusted. The people living in this town did what they needed to do to get money. Anything, and it was common for young girls to be leered at by visiting men. But this girl, she didn't know what to do, something only a sheltered rich girl would go through.

So it had come as no surprise when she found out this Beth girl was pregnant.

"Hey Beth. We still talkin' later?" she asked. The blonde girl nodded, her eyes nervously darting around.

"Yes. You can come over to the motel. Room 8." There was only one motel in the town, a rundown roach motel. Maddy knew it was a popular place for runaways and people looking to cheat on spouses, and for drug dealers.

'Girl like that shouldn't be livin' in a place like that.' she mused, flipping a burger on the grill.

It was about three hours later when Maddy knocked on the door of the young girl. She opened the door, her face painted with makeup and her hair down and blow dried.

"Come it." Maddy looked around and the girl blushed. "It's not much, but I don't know where to live."

"Child, what's your real name? I know you a runaway, so, what is it."

"They called me Lizzie at home." She admitted.

"So, how far along?"

"About two months."

"Where you gonna live?" Lizzie shrugged. Maddy sighed.

"Okay, there's a cheap apartment complex. You can rent a room there. Do you have a car?"

"Yes."

"What type?"

"2004 BMW convertible." Maddy whistled.

"Sell it." Lizzie looked at her.

"What? I need a car, I mean I have to get around somehow…"

"Ya don't need a expensive car. Sell it and buy a cheap one and use the money for rent. You don't earn much with a job at the diner. And whatcha gonna do when the babies born? Where ya gonna have it? Can't afford a hospital." Maddy felt a bit sorry for the girl; she looked like she was going to start crying.

"I uh, guess I didn't think about it. I'll just deliver it myself." She said. Maddy laughed.

"Honey, you don't know the first thang 'bout deliverin a child. My sisters a nurse. Live about an hour away. She'll help deliver it." Lizzie nodded, trying to keep up with the woman. Maddy looked at the clothing scattered on the floor and the chip bags that were overflowing in the trash bin.

"It's a little messy." Lizzie said, stating the obvious. Maddy raised an eyebrow.

"Child, have you even washed anything 'round here?" Lizzie looked at her, confused.

"I cant." She replied.

"Why the hell not? You are what, sixteen?"

"Well, its not like I ever had the chance to. My parents didn't teach me. I never had to do anything like that anyway." She replied indignantly. Maddy laughed.

"Why girl, when I was eight years old I was doin' the wash myself. When I was your age I was practically runnin' the household!"

"That sucks." Replied the girl. Maddy shook her head.

"Don't worry honey. We'll have ya doin laundry and fixin dinner and livin' on your own in no time." Lizzie grimaced.

"But why?" Maddy rolled her eyes.

"Child, you livin' alone now. No one's goin' to take care of ya now. Honey, you have to learn to live alone. You have no parents to feed ya. Now you're the mommy. You gonna have a child and you certainly wont afford a sitter." She paused as Lizzie took in her words. "Listen, you should go home. Go tell you're parents what happened, what's goin on with ya. This aint no life for ya. Go home, child." Lizzie shook her head defiantly.

"No, I am going to make it. I can totally make it!" Exclaimed the girl. "I can't go back. You don't understand, it would ruin me if anyone ever found out about this." Maddy looked at her.

"Just tell me one thing. The father, did ya consent to it? Did he force ya? Cause if he did, its not your fault girl…"

"No! It wasn't like that. No way, I knew what I was doing. Well, I didn't kind of but he didn't force me."

"Alright." There was silence as Maddy took a closer look at the mess. She turned to Lizzie. "Tomorrow, we go lookin at apartments. Then we'll find a nice buyer for that car of yours and teach ya how to do laundry." She laughed at the girl's look of annoyance. "Don't look so down. Ya wanted to do things the hard way. Now ya got it."

"Oh joy." Grumbled Lizzie as she reached down to pick up a piece of clothing at her feet.


A/N: Told you I made her incompetent. I am trying to keep this realistic, and I am sorry to tell you that doing anything other than that is very unrealistic. So, I might have pissed you off, but I'd rather that then have this turn into some really cliché story. But review anyways, because contrary to popular belief, I do love reviews. And remember, the author of this (mwa) is not the one who writes the other stories in this account. I am to embarrassed to post this on my account, so it goes on my sisters. For my sake, I am not going to tell you my penname, though it probably isn't all that hard to figure out. But whatever. Review!

Emily