sekstisju | i'm pregnant

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week 8, day 4 | going to the beach

naomi: "come on! you're not still mad at me, are you?"

prince: "..."

naomi: "dude, it was just a dare."

prince: "..."

naomi: "it didn't mean anything. and, i like somebody else."

prince: "that just made this even worse, naomi..."

naomi: "but it wasn't even a kiss! our lips barely touched. and larry is totally not my type."

prince: "don't lie, he's everybody's type."

naomi: "well, he was hot... but that's not the point. the point is that it was just a dare, so i don't see why it matters-"

prince: "i just don't get it! you knew i liked him!"

naomi: "i forgot! and besides, you were all saying i was a coward if i didn't take a dare, and...he dared me to do it."

prince: "i know. it means i have absolutely no fucking chance. he's straight as pierre's dick when a girl walks by."

pierre: "what the fuck?"

prince: "..."

pierson: "that's funny."

pierre: "but it's not even true."

prince: "it is."

pierre: "i'm not even gonna argue with the two of you. you're hopeless."

prince: "..."

pierson: "so who do you like then, naomi?"

naomi: "..."

prince: "is widdle naomi bwushing?"

naomi: "what the fuck? no, i don't blush, that's silly."

pierson: "but who is he?"

prince: "is he hot?"

naomi: "..."

prince: "i'm gonna take that smile as a yes."

naomi: "i dance with him."

pierson: "you're back to dancing?"

naomi: "yeah...my principal was being a total bitch by signing me up to the fucking talentshow, but...it's not that bad."

pierson: "yay, this is great!"

pierre: "hurr-fucking-ay."

prince: "someone's in a mood..."

pierson: "what's his name?"

naomi: "his name's kieran."

prince: "like cami's uncle in the originals?"

naomi: "what?"

pierson: "are you together? how long have you been together? have you kissed? have you have sex? are you pregnant?"

naomi: "slow the fuck down, dude. and he does like me, i know he does. and yeah...i guess we're kinda sorta together...?"

prince: "my baby's growing up."

pierson: "what about the last questions? except the one with you being pregnant. wait, are you pregnant?"

naomi: "well..."

pierson: "..."

prince: "holy shit."

naomi: "i didn't mean for it to happen...and-and you weren't gonna find out this soon..."

pierson: "i'm gonna faint."

pierre: "dude."

pierson: "what?! whooo, i'm freaking out..."

pierre: "she's shitting you."

naomi: "aw, how'd you know?"

pierre: "i know that smirk very well."
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