Pregnant?
Okay guys, keep the reviews coming. The song is "Untitled" by Simple Plan.
Disclaimer: I own this story, the characters Jake, Tom… blah, blah, blah, and nothing else.
How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

About 3 months later
Simon walking me down the aisle...
Jake waiting for me at the end...
Dad doing the service...
Lucy, my Maid Of Honor...
Ruthie's dream of her wedding day was cut short when she awoke suddenly from her peaceful slumber. She looked over at her clock which read 9:07. She had slept for nearly 12 hours. Ruthie sat up in bed and all of the sudden was overcome with a wave of nausea. She made a dash for the bathroom, almost not making it and dipped her head into the toilet. Out came the chicken, mashed potatoes, broccoli, and corn bread she had eaten for dinner the night before. Ruthie flushed the toilet, then walked over to the sink, squeezed some mint toothpaste onto her toothbrush and brushed her pearly white teeth. After washing her mouth out thoroughly with Listerine Mouth Wash, she sat on the bathroom floor.
Darn it. I should have stayed away from Jake when he had that stomach virus, he warned me that he was contagious. How long does this virus last? I hope it's not long, otherwise I'll be sick for the 4th of July party we're having. Matt, Sarah, Mary, Carlos, and Charlie are flying home for it. I don't want to get anybody else sick. Oh, well...next time I know not to kiss Jake when he's sick.
Ruthie got up and walked into her bedroom. After changing into denim shorts and a red tank top, she went downstairs to get some breakfast.
It was a beautiful July morning, sunshine flooded the Camden house, and the temperature was just perfect for enjoying a day outside.
"Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale." A concerned Eric asked Ruthie as she walked down the stairs.
I don't want to get them worrying for nothing. Dad has been pretty busy lately and Mom is freaking out over our little 4th of July party.
"I'm fine, as a matter of fact, I'm going to go outside and try to get a tan."
"Okay, but, just watch out for Sam and David, they're experimenting with mud in the backyard again."
"Again? Thanks for the warning, I'll stay away from them."
Then Ruthie walked into the kitchen, and saw Simon seated at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee. It's nice to have Simon home for the summer. I've really missed him since he started college we never get to spend time with each other anymore.
10 minutes later, Ruthie was sitting on a lounge chair in the backyard, with a piece of plain toast sitting next to her on the table, and watching Sam and David play in the mud. I don't even think I can digest that toast. Ruthie laid back in the chair, put her sunglasses on, applied tanning oil, ready to start soaking up the hot California sun.

7 days later
Ruthie was sitting on her bed, deep in thought about the past week's events.
Well, Mom's party had been a success. Although, I felt pretty terrible, everybody else had a great time. Mary, Carlos, and Charlie seemed happy, of course they can thank many hours of counseling and therapy for that. Matt and Sarah are doing fine as well. Everybody seems like they are doing great. Now…what am I going to get Ashley for her birthday? It's coming up soon. July 30th. Ruthie went over to the calendar hanging on her wall to mark this important date. While examining her calendar she noticed something.
"That can't be right." Ruthie whispered to herself.
I skipped my period last month... and I'm 5 days late this month? That's strange. That's never happened. How come I didn't notice? Things have been so busy around here lately…I bet that's why. It's probably because I've started working out. Working out…I have to start doing that again. As soon as I'm over this darn stomach virus I will. Or…wait...no… can I be pregnant? Is this 'sickness' what I think it is? Did I really skip my period from working out? No, no, I can't be pregnant. That's crazy. Jake and I were very careful, we used protection EVERY time. I'm just being paranoid... there's no possible way or is there?
3 days later
This isn't right! I still am throwing up! I've been going to the bathroom every other minute. No period. Breasts are tender. Fatigue. All of the signs are there, how come I'm refusing to believe this is happening? Ruthie was sitting on the floor in her room silently crying. I have to take a test. It's the only way to know.
After drying her eyes and putting on a little makeup Ruthie asked Annie to bring her to pharmacy.
"Sure, honey what for?" Annie asked after being asked by Ruthie to take a trip to the pharmacy.
Ruthie saw that Simon was in the room and she winked to Annie.
"Oh…girl stuff. I'll take her, Mom. I have to go to the book store anyway." Simon said.
"Thank you, Simon." Annie said as Ruthie and Simon were walking out the door.
Later on that night
Ruthie sat on the bathroom floor, her legs pulled tightly to her chest, rocking herself back and forth, tears streaming down her face. The instructions on the pregnancy test said she would have to wait 5 minutes before finding out if she was pregnant or not. 5 minutes until she found out if she was going to be a mother. 5 minutes left of a carefree teenage life, or 5 years left? Those five minutes she waited seemed more like 5 hours to Ruthie.
Please, God, let this pregnancy test be negative! I won't have sex again until I'm married! I want children when I'm older, but not now, not at 16. Please, I've learned my lesson. I just want to be a normal teenager!
Beep, beep, beep.
The timer beeping let Ruthie know that it was time to look at the test. Moment of truth. Please, God…Ruthie prayed as she picked up the test from the bathroom counter.

Positive.