A/N: So yeah, Um, another chapter... i only got threereviews from my last chapter... -tear- not really...
Supergirl-with-no-superpowers - Well, here is what she decides.
Hotsodagirl - wow, you are the first one who has told me that she should keep the baby. another person said that they hoped she lost the baby because of all the stress... wow... thanks. you lifted my spirits.
iLoVeZaCeFrOn - thanks, a lot of people tell me that, but sometimes im just not sure.
"I have decided that…" She lowered her voice to a whisper that only Ryan could hear.
"I'm going to keep my baby." Ryan's serious look turned into a wide grin as he enveloped Sharpay into a hug.
"I am so happy you'd made this decision."
"I think I am too. I mean, I'll get to feed the baby, buy clothes for it, hold it, sing to it,-"
"Change its diapers; stay up all night with it…" Ryan finished.
"Yes, but all the good stuff outweighs all the-"
"Gross poopy diapers, and falling asleep in your oatmeal." Sharpay slapped Ryan, and looked around the store.
"What made you decide to change your mind?" He asked.
"Well, what Kelsi said, and at my doctor's appointment, Dr. Emerson took me to see a woman having a baby, and she took me to the nursery and I got to hold a newborn. It was great."
"Then I'm glad I didn't go."
"Why?"
"Watching a baby being born, I couldn't do it." Sharpay adopted a serious look.
"You better be there when mine is born. We didn't pay for that class just for me to fly solo while giving birth."
"Don't worry, I will definitely be there.
"So, how about that baby bag?" she asked. Ryan's grin got wider.
"What do you think about this?" Ryan showed her a yellow outfit. They got a pink diaper bag, a few outfits, and a package of diapers. They also got some baby wipes, and a couple of bottles.
They figured they would get Kelsi to go buy a car seat later, so that nobody they knew would see them. They also bought some maternity outfits for Sharpay. The twins left the store laughing; they had spent an hour buying things.
"Laura will love this stuff." Sharpay said, just in case anyone they knew had seen them. They kept walking around the mall, finding nothing else that they wanted, so they went out to the car. As they were driving home, Sharpay broke the silence.
"We have to get a room ready, we have to buy formula for when the baby arrives, we have to get more clothes, we have to buy a highchair, and a play pen. We have to get some of those toys it can play with on the floor. We even have to – Oh, Ryan, we also have to name the baby." Sharpay started.
"We? You are the mom." Ryan said. Sharpay's jaw dropped.
"But, I thought you were going to help me?"
"Chill, I will. But shouldn't you name the baby, because it's yours?"
"Yeah, but I want your help too. You're the uncle."
"Okay, I will help. And I think I will start by looking for a summer job, because I don't want to deplete our trust fund completely before the end of college. You might be able to get an at-home job. Like one of those telemarketers." Ryan suggested.
"Yeah, because soon I'll be getting- Ryan! I am going to get fat!" She yelled. Ryan laughed at his sister.
"Hey, that's all part of being pregnant." She crossed her arms and laughed. She thought it was sort of comical that she was going to get fat. She'd be able to know what it felt like, not to be skinny. They discussed things that they would need for the nursery the rest of the ride home, which took about ten minutes. They carried the bags of clothing and toys, and Sharpay's maternity clothes upstairs. They went into Sharpay's room, and pulled everything out of the bags.
"I have a doctor's appointment on July first." Sharpay told her brother.
"Are we going to get to find out the gender of the baby?" Ryan asked.
"If we want to. Do you want to find out what it is?"
"I don't know, I guess it would get us a little better prepared for when it comes, we'd know what color to paint the nursery, and what color clothes to get it." Ryan reasoned.
"Some parents like to keep it a secret, like it's a great surprise when it pops out." Sharpay folded all the baby clothes.
"Either way you want to do it, I won't complain."
"We wouldn't have to keep calling the baby 'it' all the time." She unfolded the clothes and refolded them.
"Okay, then we will find out whether the baby is a boy or a girl on July first." Sharpay again unfolded the clothes and refolded them.
"That would be great. Until then, we should look for jobs."
"Do you realize that you keep unfolding and refolding those clothes?"
"I know, it's just, the clothes are so tiny, and I can't help it." She said.
"You are too excited." Sharpay nodded. She picked up her cell phone and called Kelsi.
"Hello?" Kelsi answered.
"I'm going to keep the baby."
"YES! I knew you would."
"Yeah, and I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you for a while. I was just angry."
"It's okay. You were trying to figure things out for yourself, and now that you did, we can be like old friends again." Sharpay could hear Kelsi smile from the other end.
"Well, I am going to go have a look at the paper, I need to find a job, an at home job, so that Ryan and I can pay for this baby." She said.
"Okay, that would be a great idea. And if you ever need any financial help, I will totally be able to help you out." She said.
"No, that is fine; we just want to have enough money in the trust fund for college."
"Okay. Just let me know. I will gladly buy you a butt load of diapers for your baby shower. No pun intended." Sharpay laughed.
"Why don't you come over for dinner?"
"Okay, I'll be over whenever."
"Okay, goodbye." Sharpay hung up the phone, and went downstairs to find Ryan already looking at the paper.
"Find anything?" She asked.
"I think I found something for me." He said, picking up the house phone.
"What is it?"
"It says it needs a dance instructor for the Advanced U-10 class." U-10 was for kids who were 9 or 10 years old.
"That would be great." Sharpay smiled.
"It says that I will get $10 per kid per hour." Sharpay couldn't believe her ears, if there were ten people in the class, and Ryan held the class for 2 hours, that would be $200 a day. Ryan dialed the number, and talked to the employer. When he got off the phone, he smiled.
"I have to go to an interview on Monday." He said.
"And what does it involve?" Sharpay asked.
"The other prospective employee's and I get to have a dance competition, and the best dancer gets the job."
"That is great. I know you will blow them away with your awesome dance moves." Sharpay said. Ryan handed the paper over to his sister, who found an at home job right away. It was for a crisis line, making twelve dollars an hour. She dialed the number, and spoke with the woman on the other end. The job would consist of waiting for someone to call, and talk them through their crisis, and maybe even redirect them to another line, specialized for certain cases. The woman said that Sharpay had a great voice, and that teens would feel calmed by Sharpay's it. She took down Sharpay's address, and said that her and a tech person would come the following Monday to install the crisis line into their own phone line. Sharpay thanked the woman, and hung up.
"They are coming on Monday." She said.
"That is great. You'll be having great pay also."
"The lady also said that there is a thing on the telephone box they are giving me, it says if someone is calling the Crisis line or the house phone, and when you have it switched on, it records the times that you have it on or off, and you get paid $12 an hour for that." Sharpay explained.
"I know I cannot wait until Monday." Ryan said. Sharpay nodded.
"Oh, and also, about dancing, I am going to have to quit the dance class soon." Ryan understood.
"I will still go, and when I get home, I can teach you what I learned in class."
"Thanks bro. You are awesome." Sharpay hadn't thought about it, she thought she was going to have to give up on dancing for a while, and restart the advanced class. The two of them were getting ready to start dinner when Kelsi arrived.
"Hey," Kelsi said as she walked in. Ryan and Sharpay had told Kelsi that she didn't have to knock anymore, because she was so close to the family.
"Hey Kelsi, I got a job." Sharpay bragged.
"Doing what?"
"Crisis line."
"Oh, my mom used to be one of those, she had this special identification number, because you can't reveal anything about yourself to the people you are talking to, so if they want to keep calling you, then you can give them your id number, and then they can tell the prompter at the beginning of the phone call which Crisis Representive they want to speak with. You can get all sorts of calls from all over the United States." Kelsi explained.
"That is cool." Ryan said. He had never really known what the Crisis line was, except that if someone was really close to suicide or something, they could call that line. He remembered that the number was something like 1-866-4CRISIS. Ryan had never had any reason to call it though.
"Did you find anything?" Kelsi asked Ryan.
"Yeah, a dance instructor for the Advanced U-10 Class. I have a dance competition on Monday against the other prospective employees." He told her she smiled, and congratulated him.
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On Monday, Ryan put on some loose fitting cargo pants, and a wife beater. He filled his water bottle, and left for his interview. When he arrived, he saw several other people. Some were dressed like him, and another couple people had on jeans, or clothes that would make it harder to dance in. The employer, Mrs. Larson, came in and told everyone to make a line. They each got in line, and Ryan put his water bottle on the floor, two feet behind him. A few others still had their water in their hands. The woman walked up and down the line, looking each person over carefully.
"You, you, and you." She pointed to the people with jeans on. They stepped forward. "Out. You do not dance with jeans on." They left, leaving five people.
"For this job, you will be dealing with 9 and 10 year olds. If anyone cannot deal with that, leave now." One person made their way out of the room. She stopped at Ryan.
"Where is your water?" Ryan pointed to behind him, on the floor. She nodded.
"Very good, now everyone who is still holding their water, put it down." She said. The others did so, and she spoke again. "Everyone, I am going to demonstrate a dance routine, and I want you to copy me." She turned around, and did something that was a lot like Bop to the Top. Ryan paid attention to her feet, and tried to memorize what she was doing. She repeated it once, and this time, Ryan paid attention to where her upper body was going, the way her hands moved, her body positions and everything. When Mrs. Larson was finished, she told each person to spread out, and then counted off.
"Five, six, seven, eight." She called. She wrote down each person's dancing skills. After that routine, she showed everybody a more complex routine. Ryan was confident that he was doing a good job, but wasn't so sure. This woman was harsh; he really wouldn't want to make her mad. After the complex routine, each person had to do their own routine. This was easy for him, because of all the classes he had taken.
Afterward, when everyone was panting, and had finished off their water, Ryan was looking around at them, he himself was breathing harder than normal, so he took a sip of his nearly full bottle. Mrs. Larson left the room for a few minutes while she decided who would become the instructor.
"Hey, I'm Ryan Evans." He told one of the other guys. He shook everyone's hand, and told them that they had done a good job. One of them looked really mean, so he tried to stay away from him. Little did any of the people know; Mrs. Larson was on the other side of the mirrors, watching them interact. After waiting ten minutes, she decided which person to hire, and went back to the room.
"After watching each of you dance, and seeing your individual performance, I have decided who to hire." She said. Each of the other guys looked expectant.
"I've decided to hire…"