A/N – This is where the clichés begin… so many Sims teen pregnancy stories on YT XD Teenaged is the best one tho :)

Chapter 2

We smooched on the doorstep, then I walked home. When I got in, Finlay was making flour and water bombs with his little mates of doom, Leo and Shaun. "Watch your hair!" Leo giggled. I scared him. It worked.

I went to my room and called my only remaining friend from Kent, Sasha. "Hey Sash." I said. "Guess what. I lost my virginity!" Sasha was so jealous. She'd been up to the usual. School, home, talking to those deserting bitches Anna and Maddi. Made me want to snooze. So I made up an excuse that I had to have my dinner. She stupidly believed me.

I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was Armel, the kiss, the sex, the fact that I was in love with him. It must have been about half past 2 when I finally fell asleep. I woke up at ten and I was exhausted. I still thought about the events of the previous day. I lazily slipped into my skinny jeans, tan trench coat and black boots. I also applied some clear lip gloss and brown eyeshadow, then I went to the beach.

When I got there, Meryl waved to me and came running over. She was acting calmer. "I had to take the meds because they said. But I am not going to therapy. Fuck that, like totally fuck that." She was wearing minimal makeup and less skimpy clothes. She looked so much prettier now she was more natural. She also looked a lot more like Meredith, except she had blonde hair.

I spent hours contemplating if I should tell Armel that I love him, or that I like him as a friend. The sad thing is that I can't decide. And plus we did sleep with each other, so that makes it harder. I'll have to leave it a few weeks, and hope he breaks up with me first. I can't even imagine breaking up with someone. But Armel… I think I do love him, deep inside. I just need to wake up from my fantasy world and face reality – I am deeply in love with the most annoying person ever.

Well, you could say that me and Armel have ended up together. Fortunately, after waiting 2 months, he hasn't broke up with me. Yes, I did just say fortunately. I can finally admit that I do love Armel and yes, we do have an active love life. In every way. If you know what I mean. On a grosser note, I have caught a sickness bug. I don't get it. There are no reports of sickness bugs going around Medina. And instead of losing weight because I am ill, I'm gaining it. Ewwww. I'm not pregnant, though. I don't think so, anyway. We use protection every time, I think. I think… Holy. Fucking. Shit. Our first time. I remember now.

I decided to confide in Serah. I met up with her at the beach. "Konnichiwa, Serah!" "Jesus, Armel's gone to your head." "Um, Serah, I think I'm pregnant. Or could be. I don't know. I have all of the symptoms." "OK. It's called a pregnancy test. We need to get one from the chemist. Then you relieve yourself on it. And it-" "Shut the fuck up!"

I decided to take the test after 3 days of hesitation. I dazily took the test, confident that it would be negative. Then, after what seemed like forever, a symbol showed up. "Please let it be a minus." I wished to myself. It was… not. It was a plus. It was positive. The next few hours were a blur. My nutcase family wanted to know why I was away with the fairies. I ignored Armel's calls.

On Monday, I had to face school. "Hey, why were you like blanking all of us?" Meryl confronted me, and she didn't look too happy about it. "Hey, Meryl, calm down. I think I know why. Was it… the thing… on Friday, after school?" "Mm-hm." I nodded shamefully. Serah dropped her school bag and hugged me for ages. "I'm so sorry." she said into my long white/blonde hair. Meredith stood and stared longingly at us, as if she felt lonely, and unable to be better than us. Serah and her have kind of disliked eachother since the riot.

Armel was blanking me. Great. I kept apologizing. Then he said, "Just fuckin' let it go, OK? We're over! You obviously want it to be!" "I DON'T! Just – I need to tell you something in private, incase you give a shit." "Oh, so it's me who doesn't give a fucking shit now, is it? Well fuck you then!" "OH it's me, is it? Just meet me at the beach in 10, if it's not too fucking much." I stormed off towards Medina Beach, trying not to cry.

Armel arrived shortly after me, panting. He'd obviously ran after me. "Oh, so you did show up, then." "Just tell me. You're seeing someone else, aren't you? That's why you were ignoring my calls." "No, you don't-" "I don't get it, do I? I love you, and you go and throw it in my fuckin' face?" "It's not tha-" "Stop denying it! Why did you do this to me? You're a bitch, you know that?" "Well you don't even care enough to listen to me!" "We're finished, skank, truly. HOPE YOU'RE FUCKIN' PROUD OF YOURSELF!" "Oh, well that's dandy with me!" "Oh, I'm so glad. ECSTATIC! Really, I'm glad you-" "I'M FUCKING PREGNANT! THERE I TOLD YOU! Happy?" I ran towards the beach bar, trying to hide my tears. A lump formed in my throat, my face contorted and I collapsed into the sand with depression.

I heard Armel run up to me. I got up, tears blurring my vision, towards the sea. "I'm sorry. Is it true?" "What the hell do you think? Would I ever… lie to you?" "Babe, I'm sorry I thought you lied to me." "Well I'm fuckin' sorry too!" Then he did something that really surprised me. He took me into a long embrace. "I love you, Bianca Florence. I always will." he said softly before kissing me softly on the lips.

I pulled away as I burst into tears. "I'm sorry. If I hadn't have come here…" "Don't say that!" Armel said, his voice beginning to crack, "I'll be there for you. No matter what." A single tear ran down his cheek as he tightened his hold on me and cried sweetly into my hair. Tears flooded down my cheeks as I held him close to me. His hand rested onto my stomach. "Our baby." He seemed so happy, yet so confused.

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I walked home in a daze. What could I do? I had to stay strong for her. I'm too young to be a father. I'm 16. But… I love our child, even though it hasn't even been born. I want the baby. But I'm just so scared. What will her parents say? What will mine say? I love them both. I walked into the house and up to my room in silence. I picked up my acoustic guitar and I began to write a song… for Bianca Florence, and our baby.

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I ran past my family to my room, trying to hide my tears. I locked my bedroom door as I heard footsteps rush up the stairs. "Bee, darling, what's up? Open the door, darling!" "Piss off!" Eventually my father gave up and went downstairs. I could hear them worrying over me. They wouldn't be so caring if I told them why I was upset. I had to tell them. I had to get over myself and tell them. I calmed down, wiped off my running makeup and went downstairs, shaking.

"Hi." "Honey, sit down." "What's up, Bee?" "Um, firstly… I've got a boyfriend." "Who, Bee?" "Armel Romanenko, the annoying one." "Have you broken up, honey?" "No… I'll just say it. You're going to hate me so much." "Just say it, Bee." "… I'm pregnant." "WHAT?" The expressions on their faces were enough. I ran upstairs to avoid their Spanish Inquisition. "Get here RIGHT NOW, SLUT!" I heard mother say. I was keeping it, no matter what. Armel is staying with me. I don't care what anyone thinks. Anger surged into me as I packed my bags with as much as I could fit into my car. I managed to fit most of my possessions, although I had to leave some clothes. I didn't want them anyway.

My mother kept glaring at me whenever I went to or from my car. I swear at one point my dad muttered, "Hurry up ang get out." I listened to Toraware no Babel (Babel Captive) by Nana Mizuki as I drove off, not looking back. I pulled up outside of Armel's house. "Oh my God. You told them?" he asked, worried. "What do you think. Can I park by of your house? Looks like this is my new home."

Armel's parents seemed so nice. Armel sat down and introduced me. We talked, and Mrs Romanenko even gave me some of her homemade kake udon. "Why did your parents make you go?" Mr Romanenko asked me with a mildly Russian accent as Sakura passed me some sakuramochi, which she had made herself. I hesitated, then Armel said it before I did. "She's pregnant. And it's my child." Mrs Romanenko dropped her sakuramochi and her mouth fell open, revealing a tongue piercing. After a few seconds, she normalized. "Wow… that's a shock." She sounded youthful.

The Romanenkos let me stay with them until I'd gotten myself on my feet again. I was sharing with Sakura. She was listening to You Make Me Want To Be A Man by Utada, which happens to be one of my favourite songs. "Konban wa! Watashi no namae wa Sakura desu! Anata no namae wa Bianca Florence desu, hai?" "Ummm... oh! Hai." "Your name means white... imma call you Shiro! Anata no atarashii namae wa Shiro desu!" "You can speak fluent Japanese?" I asked, perplexed. "Hai! Watashi no haha nihongo desu!" "How old are you, Sakura?" "Watashi wa juuni-sai desu. Anata?" "Juu-roku." Sakura sounded like she was really upbeat and kind. Just the type of person to share a room with.

I woke up late morning the following day. Sakura was watching a MMD video of a song called Renai Circulation. I could smell borscht and fish cooking downstairs. I sleepily lumbered downstairs to Armel and his father. Mrs Romanenko was making borscht and salmon mlyntsi. "Sleeping Beauty awakens." Armel exclaimed. "Do you usually sleep late? Don't waste the day, get up earlier and watch TV! That's what I say… uh…" Mr Romanenko trailed off, embarrassed, "Anyway, dobroe utro, printsessa!" Mrs Romanenko came through. "Hello, Mrs Romanenko and Mr Romanenko." "Oh, call us Ivan and Kimiko. By the way, Bianca, Armel and I are Yuhara-Romanenko, it's just Armel being lazy when he says he's just Romanenko." "God damnit mom!" "Hypocrite."

Meryl called me at about midday. "Hey babes. Like, what's been up with you lately? You totally flipped out and ignored me. Any help here?" "Uh, I'm pregnant Meryl." "What? Are you serious?" "Yeah." "Shit… like, what are you gonna do?" "Keep it." "Like oh my fuckin' God, you are like so brave. Congratulations, sista, like totally!" After Meryl went, I went on my laptop and looked up teenage pregnancy.

After a few minutes, I found Wikipedia's article so I checked it out. Apparently it's all too common here, as well as back in England. My eyes welled up as I listened to Sakura Drops by Hikaru Utada. I soon found myself in tears with my head on the table. What had I gotten myself into? I was 16. Just 16.

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I sat on my bed, deep in thought. I loved Bianca Florence, more than anything in the world. I had to do something… After about an hour it came to me. I loved her so much. I had to marry her. It was about then that I heard crying coming from Sakura's room. I ran in and saw Bianca Florence, crying by her laptop. She was looking up teenage pregnancy. "I'm so sorry. I… I don't know what to do." Her face was red and streaky, her makeup running down her cheeks. After I hugged her for an eternity, she pulled away. "Don't forget about me. Just… leave me, run away. You don't… deserve this. I'll… never forget… about you…" She ran to the bathroom. I followed her. I managed to force my way in. Bianca Florence was standing by the sink, with a handful of pills in her hand. "No, don't!" I screamed before breaking down into tears. "Don't do this, Bianca Florence. I love you, more than anything else… Marry me, Bianca Florence."

Bianca Florence dropped the pills onto the floor. "Baby, I didn't know… you wanted this too?" I looked up and nodded. She pulled me in close and kissed me on the lips. She tasted of sakuramochi and mint. "Yes, I will…" she said, holding back tears, "I will marry you." She burst into tears and we collapsed into a heap of crying lovers, kissing eachother and embracing eachother.

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I lay on the floor, finding it hard to take in. He really wanted this. He had just proposed to me, in the heat of the moment, in tears. At the same time, I was thinking shotgun wedding. I didn't know what his intentions were. "I don't care how," he said tearfully, "But I want to marry you now." I gasped inwardly. He was really desperate to marry me. "Let's just go, take my mom, dad and Sakura. Call Meredith, Meryl and Serah. We're going to Las Vegas." "Why?" "To get married."