A/N;
This lovely little cliché was guest-written by...
VERA AMBER!
Thank you very much, V!
I was lacking inspiration for any and all of my fanfictions, so I asked Vera to guest-write this one for me. She did a fantastic job 3
Which brings me to my next point. If you wanna guest write, be my guest. There are a lot of clichés out there that I haven't covered yet. So, um, I guess just PM me if you want to do a cliché, with an exerpt of the cliché... and I'll pick the top 3?
(I've never done something like this before :D)
-Rain
Max stared at the little white plastic stick that was now more a yellow color. Specifically, she stared at the smiley face on it.
Stupid smiley face.
"FAAAAAAANG!" she shrieked, running out of the bathroom. "I'M PREGGERZZZ!"
"Why are you not wearing pants?" he demanded.
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" she shrieked. She sure liked shrieking. "I'M PREGGERZZZ!" She waved her hands around for emphasis.
Fang blinked. "You're what?"
"PREGGERZZZ!" she shrieked again.
"And that means...?"
"PREGNANT, FANG, THAT'S WHAT PREGGERZZZ MEANS!" Max shrieked.
Fang blinked again. "Pregnant?"
"YEAH! WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BABYYY!"
"...but you're not a stork!" Fang protested. "How would you know you're going to have a baby?"
"BECAUSE OF THIS!" she shrieked, thrusting the little plastic stick with the stupid smiley face on it in his face.
Fang blinked yet again. "Uh, what's that?" he asked.
"IT'S A PREGNANCY TEST!" she shrieked. "AND THE STUPID LITTLE SMILEY MEANS I'M PREGGERZZZ!"
Fang gaped. "You mean there's now a way to tell when the stork's coming? Bloody brilliant!" he exclaimed, somehow forgetting he was American and not British.
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Max shrieked. "WE'RE HAVING A BABY!"
Fang blinked for the millionth time. "Yeah, and?"
"Omg, Fang!" Nudge cried, running into the room. "We're Gonna Have A Baby!"
Max gaped at her. "YOU LITTLE SCHLUUUUT!" she shrieked, attempting to avoid the wrath of the censors.
"You're The Schlut!" Nudge cried. "I'm Pregnant Through Artificial Insemiwhatsit, While You're Pregnant Through...Through...Through...ThroughBed!" Nudge also attempted to avoid the wrath of the censors.
Fang blinked at Nudge. "Hey, what's with the First-Letter-Of-Every-Word-Capitol?"
"It Goes With Crying!" she cried in reply.
"I! AM! NOT! A! SCHLUT!" Max shrieked, punching Nudge.
"My Nose!" Nudge cried, slapping Max.
"THAT HURT!" Max shrieked.
Ella, who walked into the room three-point-seven-nine-four seconds ago, blinked. "Ummm, this probably isn't a good time to tell you this, but...I'm pregnalicous. And Iggy's the dad!" She exclaimed, hugging Iggy, who was sitting on the couch, staring at Max, Fang, and Nudge. Not that he could stare. Because he was blind.
Iggy turned to stare at Ella. Not that he could stare. Because he was blind.
"You Schlut!" Nudge cried, kicking Ella's ankle.
"I'm not a schlut!" Ella exclaimed. "I'm pregnalicious!"
"But You Slept With My Boyfriend!" Nudge cried. "That Makes You A Schlut!"
"Um, excuse me, but not only is he my boyfriend, but Fang's the father of your kid(s)!" Ella exclaimed. "So either you're the schlut, or Fang's your boyfriend!"
"FANG'S MY BOYFRIEND!" Max shrieked, protectively clutching Fang. In order to get a better grip, she threw the used pregnancy test out the window, and-
"Ow!" Dr. M, who was gardening, schlrrped. Schlrrped? Schlrrped. "Ohmygod it's a sign!" she schlrrped. "I must be pregnant!"
Everyone gaped. "NOW WE'RE ALL PREGGERZZ?" Max shrieked.
"No, only the girls. The boys aren't pregnant!" Ella exclaimed.
"and i'm not pregnant!" Angel, who was currently hatin' on the shift key, said. "i can't even get pregnant!"
"...you know what?" Max said,finally not shrieking. "We're alllllll schluts!"
And they proceeded to have a Schluts-Only Dance Party while Iggy continued to stare. Not that he could stare. Because he was blind.
Three Days Later...
"Hey, Max? Why are you not wearing pants?"