Gaz sat on the sofa in a state of shock. "Um...Scara...what did Meat and Brit go to her room to do?" he asked sounding slightly worried. "Don't you think we should...stop them?" At that Scara leapt up and ran out of the platform and through the tunnels until she reached Meats room. After hammering on the door for a short time a topless, and slightly annoyed Brit answered. "What is it?" he demanded as Scara ran straight past him and over to the bed where Meat was scrambling to pull the blanket over her.
"Either you tell now him or I do!" she threatened as Meat sat bolt upright. "Scara...I cant" she pleaded as she pulled her top on over her head. Not paying any attention Scara spun around to face Brit, "Fine, I will then!" Scara yelled back, "Brit...Meat has...well she's..." she stammered as she knew in her heart that she shouldn't be the one to tell him but also that Meat was never intending on it. Brit looked between the 2 girls, Meat was hiding under the blanket , praying to herself that Scara wouldn't tell him, whilst Scara stood at the end of the bed looking between the couple, tearing herself apart, should she tell him? She decided it was for the best and walked over to Brit.
"Brit, have you not wondered why Meat has been throwing up or more stroppy than usual lately?" she asked hoping he had picked up on it. Brit looked at her blankly, this is not a good sign she thought to herself, "No, she's been sick?" he replied. Scara glared at Meat. How had she managed to keep this from him for so long? "Yes! She's been sick almost every morning for the past 3 weeks! How have you not noticed her disappearing all the time?" she yelled. "I...Meat?" he said softly, "Why...why didn't you tell me?" he asked sounding a little hurt.
Meat peered over the edge of the blanket looking ashamed and hurt. She couldn't help but wonder why Scara was so intent on telling him, especially like this. Scara stood tapping her foot to a beat as she looked to between the 2 of them. After about 5 minutes she could tell that this was never going to get anywhere. "Oh for God's sake Brit! Use your head! Why.are.girls.sick.in.the.MORNINGS?! You know...MORNING SICKNESS?!" she said, deliberately emphasising the last two words hoping that something inside his brain would click. Instead however, he had a surprisingly blank look upon his face, did this man not know anything? she thought to herself.
She took a deep breath as she looked at Meat as if to give her one last chance to tell him herself but she said nothing. "Thats it!" Scara exclaimed. "Brit, in about 8 months there are going to be one, or maybe more, mini Brits and Meats." Brit still looked blank as Meat hid further under the blanket. "SHE'S PREGNANT!" Scara yelled before storming back to the platform, slamming the door behind her. She ran into the room and straight over to Gaz who was still on the sofa. She slumped into his arms. "That, did not go well" she sighed as he held and comforted her gently. Before long Meat burst in, closely followed by Brit. "SCARA!!! WHY DID YOU TELL HIM?!?!" Meat yelled at Scara.
