BTW, I'm not going to label which parent is saying what most of the time because in this case, it really doesn't matter.
"You're what ‽" (A/N before you ask, that is an interrobong, look it up if you must)
"I'm pregnant," Zoey repeated, softer than before.
"How?"
"Do I really have to explain?"
"You know what we meant. Now explain yourself."
"We love each other, things happen."
"Do you have a problem with that?" Mal asked, stepping forward.
"Yes, we do! You just graduated and now you're pregnant! What are you going to about this?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" zoey asked.
"All we're saying is that you clearly aren't keeping it."
"What?" Mal said, darkly.
"I mean, you clearly aren't responsible enough to raise a baby."
"Hey!" Zoey said.
"We're only saying this because we don't want you to ruin your young life trying to raise a child."
"So you think I can't do it?"
"Well...no."
"Like you would know! You barely notice what's going on. You even let me go on total drama, twice, without ever watching it to see how dangerous it is. Have you even seen the show?"
"Well, no. We just...didn't have time."
"You know what? I'm an adult. I have a life. And if y parents don't approve, so what? I'll just go," she said, storming upstairs.
"Where will you go? You need money to get by in life," her parents yelled after her.
"You really haven't been paying attention have you?" Mal asked, leaning back against the wall.
"What do you mean?"
"She won last season."
"And?" they asked, confused.
He groaned, "She won a million dollars, money isn't really an issue."
"Really?" they said, speechless.
"Now, I'm gonna go see her. Bye," Mal walked up to her room.
Knock, knock. "Hey, you feeling OK?"
"Yeah," she said, laying on her bed.
"You really wanna go?"
"I'm kind of surprised I haven't yet."
"Wanna stay at my place for a little while?"
"I'd like that," she kissed him on the cheek before packing her things to go.