Biggest question I got; Is Reagan going to be in this? The answer? I don't know. When I decided to remake this story it was because I was reading over the original and I didn't like it so there might be very few things in common with the original. And Reagan might make an appearance, she might now—I don't know, okay? I just hope you'll stick with me through this rocky road.
Lauren's not sure what do to.
Amy's pregnant. Amy is carrying a child. A child she made with Liam Booker. The boyfriend, maybe ex, of her best friend. They made a baby together.
The blonde goes over it a hundred different ways but it all comes down to one thing; there's a baby currently growing in her step-sister.
She looks over at Amy who is buried under a mountain of blankets on Lauren's bed. She had straight up refused to go to her own bed and, on some level, Lauren got that she understood that Amy didn't want to go the bed that had held the very memory Liam Booker on top of her, so she didn't fight her. Instead she just led her to her own bed and threw some blankets over her and held her hand till the sobbing became sniffles and the sniffles became snores.
Now she sits at the edge of her own bed with too many thoughts rushing through her head, like, what the hell is Amy going to do?
Would Farrah kick her out? Would Liam want the baby? And Karma—well, would Karma even look in Amy's direction after this. Because isn't that the biggest question at the moment? What would Karma do when she found out about this, not only the sex but the baby.
She spares a look to Amy and lets out a deep sigh; this girl was, in every sense of the word, fucked.
x
Amy slowly comes to consciences and it takes a good few seconds for her to actually remember where she was because her blankets sure as hell didn't smell this fruity and her phone didn't blast classical music when it was trying to wake her up.
And then it comes back to her, all in a rush, Scrubs, the pizza, the test and then the crying, God, the crying. She slowly sits up and looks around the room till her eyes land on Lauren who's sitting in front of her vanity putting on her make-up.
"Get ready" she says not even looking at Amy, instead focusing on her mascara "Farrah says we have to leave asap"
The blonde nods wordlessly and pushes the covers off her and she's about to twist the knob when Lauren speaks again "Oh and after lunch we're skipping"
"What?" her brow furrows together
"Well, I'd say just fake sick and we would skip the whole day but I have a big test I can't miss in one of my morning classes"
Amy shakes her head "But why are we skipping?"
"Because"
"Because why?"
Lauren let out a deep sigh and turned to Amy "Because Amy, as far as we know you're pregnant" Amy's stomach churned, she was kinda hoping that Lauren would forget that ever happened "And we need to make sure this isn't some awful drug store pregnancy false positive things"
"I—" Amy swallowed her words and nodded "Okay"
"Okay" the smaller blonde turned back towards the mirror "Now, kindly, get the fuck out of my room and go get dressed"
x
Amy felt like a zombie the first half of the day because all she could think was; baby, baby, Liam Booker, baby, Karma, baby. It was an endless cycle of guilt, annoyance and, just plain old, suck.
"Hey, I've been looking for you all day" Karma's voice snaps her out of her daze and makes her back stiffen "Where have you been?" she knocks Amy's hip with her own, it was a friendly gesture and question but it knocked Amy's thought process off balance.
"Oh, just um—you know, school" she wants to slap her own face at that—why the fuck would she say that? Oh, that's right, because she's a dumbass.
Karma raises an eyebrow "Yeah, okay. Anyways I was thinking during our study period that maybe you could try and help me finish that history project"
"You mean the history project that's completely yours and not mine at all?"
Karma flashes a smile "Yeah, that's the one"
"I'm sorry, I can't"
The shorter girl pouts "Why not?"
"I, um, I'm not gonna be here after lunch" Amy gnaws on her lip and prays for very little questions because, really, her lying skills weren't great so her lying to Karma skills were even worse.
"Why?"
"I, um, have a doctor's appointment"
"Is something wrong?" the blonde wants hide and run away because of the concern in Karma's voice.
"No, no just some stuff"
Karma raises a brow and stops in the middle of the courtyard "Stuff?"
"Yeah, Stuff"
"Amy…"
"What?"
"You're lying"
Amy crosses her arms "Am not"
"Are to"
Am not"
"are to"
Amy opened her mouth to continue what was sure to be a long battle but is saved by her small, blonde step-sister "Oh, hey, lesbos" she locks her arm with Amy's as if she's done it hundred times before this moment
"Lauren, if you don't mind I was talking to Amy"
"Hm, here's the thing, hippie, I do mind" she turns to the girl on her arm "Now that, um, thing has been moved up so we're leaving now"
"But—"
"Now" she yanks Amy's arm and, wow, she didn't know Lauren was this strong. They're a few feet away from Karma when Amy turns around and looks to her
"Bye, I'll call you later!"
Karma sighs and waves weakly "Yeah, bye"
x
They both climb into Lauren's beetle silently and, that, Amy is grateful for. Lauren starts the car with ease and hauls ass out of the school's parking lot, she flips on the radio to some main stream radio station that spews all the latest hits and doesn't even glance in Amy's direction.
Amy, after 20 minutes of nothing but the Weeknd, Taylor Swift and some band she doesn't the know the name of, sighs and flips the radio off "So how was your day?"
Lauren briefly glances at Amy "What are you doing?"
"Making conversation"
"Why?"
"Because if I hear one more song from that station—I might just throw myself out of the car"
Lauren sighs heavily and stops the car as they come to a red-light "My day was fine" it was obvious she was just appeasing Amy this one time because, really, it was Amy's life that was about to be more than fucked "My test was a little harder than I expected but I have no doubt in my mind that I passed with flying colors"
Amy nods "That's good" she looks down at her hands and slowly picks at the nail polish that Karma had put on her a few days ago "Lauren?"
"Hm?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"I feel like even if I say 'no', you'll still go for it"
"When did you find out?" a pause "About Liam, I mean? And why didn't you say anything?"
Lauren lets out a heavy sigh, she wishes she wasn't driving, "I was, believe it or not, concerned about you after the wedding. I could see that Karma rejecting you did some pretty good damage and, well, you were kinda downing the champagne like it was apple juice"
Amy scoffs a little "yeah"
"And when you disappeared for a while, I got worried because you were drunk and heartbroken and I really didn't want to find you passed out in a puddle of your own vomit so I went to check on you and—well—"
"I was in bed. With Liam" Amy supplies
"Yeah"
"And you didn't stop it?"
Lauren shifts in her seat as they pull up to another red light "I was going to but—how do I put this gently—you and he were going at it pretty hard and when I say hard I mean—"
Amy's face twists and she waves her hand "Yeah that's enough"
"Yeah, so I didn't exactly feel like it was a good idea to go and step in"
Amy sighs "Thanks for not telling anyone"
"well, I was waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it and use it as blackmail but the whole baby thing kinda puts a damper on it"
x
They go all the way the Dallas. Lauren insists that it's the only way to make sure no one, they know, sees them and this little secret remains just that, a secret. Lauren goes and checks Amy in while the other blonde takes a seat.
Amy looks around the waiting room and shifts in her seat uncomfortably—there were women who were so far along their bellies weren't all the way covered, children covered in something and the walls were covered in pictures of babies.
It all made Amy's stomach twist.
"You okay?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Cause you look like you're about to hurl"
Amy shakes her head "Just—just can't believe this is happening" the disbelief in Amy's voice makes it all clear that this is not something she wanted to deal with
Lauren just sighs, nods, pats Amy's knee and leans back into her chair and picks up a magazine that looks like it's from the early 2000's.
Time ticks by slowly till 30 minutes and two magazines have passed and suddenly a "Miss Raudenfled?" fills the room. Amy's head snaps up and Lauren is already up smoothing out any wrinkles in her dress, Amy quickly follows her lead and gets up.
They both follow the nurse to a room, she leads Amy and Lauren in and smiles at them kindly "Please sit there" Amy shifts on her feet for a second before she climbs onto the table, her feet hanging off the table.
The nurse asks the blonde a few questions, writes them all down, has Amy piss in a cup and then flashes a polite smile at the and departs with a simple "The doctor will be with you shortly"
As soon at the door clocks shut, Amy lets out a heavy sigh "Jesus Christ"
"You okay?"
"No, no" she shakes her head "I'm so past 'not okay', like, I don't even know what I am anymore"
"Amy, take a breath"
"How can I?! Lauren, I'm 16, I'm a sophomore in high school, God, if I'm pregnant this baby will be the lovechild of a sexually confused girl and a man whore"
Lauren's eyes soften and she moves to Amy's side, the blonde grips Amy's shoulder "You don't have to have this baby, Amy. You should only be about a month along—no one has to know and we can just be done with it"
"—Lauren, I'm scared" she looks down at her lap "I'm so fucking scared"
Lauren opens her mouth to reply but the door swings open and a cheery brunette doctor walks through the door "Good afternoon, Miss Raudenfeld"
"hi" Amy straightens her back and Lauren takes a step back
"Okay, so, we're here to see if you're gonna be a mama, right?"
"I, um, yeah"
"Okie-dokie, let's get down to it" she sits down on a rolling chair and looks down at the clipboard in her hand "Well, Amy you are pregnant" Amy feels like she's going to pass out and Lauren must've sensed it because within the second Lauren's hand is gripping her own "Do you know how far along you are?"
"I—I, um"
"Four weeks" Lauren doesn't remove her hand from Amy's once, as she moves closer "It was four weeks ago"
"Okay, so a month" the doctor sucks in a breath and looks at Amy "Sweetheart, you know your choices right?"
"I—" she spares a look to Lauren "Yeah, I know"
"Good" the doctor sends them both a kind smile "Well, I urge you to come back should you decide having this baby is a good idea, hm? Just in another month so we can check up on your health and fetus' development"
Lauren nods "Thank you"
"Good luck" with that she leaves them alone and Amy feels her whole body relax and her eyes burn—she couldn't properly break down with a stranger in the room.
x
The car is strangely quiet as they make the ride back home. Amy has her head pressed against the window and Lauren refuses to turn to radio on—"Amy?"
"Hm?"
"I, um," Lauren lets out a deep sigh "Do you want to get rid of it?"
Amy wants to laugh, she really does. Lauren, a girl she just started getting along with, is asking her if she wants to abort the fetus she is currently housing in her uterus but it comes out sounding like a whimper
"I don't know"
Lauren reaches over without taking her eyes off the road and grips Amy's hand "We can come back to Dallas to get it down or we could go to Fort Worth, if you want"
"I don't know if I wanna get rid of it"
"That's okay too"
"Is it?"
"Yes. No one can force you to get rid of this baby just like no one can force you to keep it."
"I want to talk to Liam"
It was moments like this that Lauren is so, oh so, grateful that she has great self-control (most times) because she could've swerved off the god damn road after Amy's words let her mouth.
"What?"
"I just—this is his baby too and I know, in the end, it's my choice but I should—I should at least know if he would be there, right?"
"Amy—"
"I just need to talk to him"
Lauren knows she isn't asking for permission, she's just telling her what she's going to do so Lauren just squeezes Amy's hand and nods "Okay"
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