You're a dad. (a Justin Bieber Parent story)

I would love if you guys got this story on the Fan-Fiction list, it would be incredibly amazing. Ahh, you guys are amazing. I hope you like this story<3 It means the world every time you comment or vote or do both. It makes my day. Anywhoo, leave your thoughts on how it was :3 x.

And its short because it's just a prologue. :)

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˖Savannah˖

“Is this reality? Is this really happening to me?” I asked myself, looking at the test result in my hand. MTV would be all over this if someone called them. Why? Because. Because I’m 16…and pregnant. What makes this different than any other pregnancy? What makes this different? Hmm well…my irresponsible and sinfully seductive partner, Justin Bieber. Tears started, spilling out from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I’m not sure whether they’re sad tears or happy tears, all I know is that they’re tears. I placed the pregnancy test down on the counter and half-heartedly stared at the phone out in my bedroom. Should I call him now? No. He’s probably just about finished with his concert. I can’t ruin the after-hype that he gets, that would be mean. Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt to leave him a message. I walked out of the bathroom slowly, but picked up the phone and dialled the number even slower. Like, if the world finds out about this…I will be known as the girl who ruined Justin Bieber’s career. I sighed and sat on my bed, the phone still to my ear as I waited for someone to juts pick up.

“Hey Savannah. It’s Scooter. What’s up?” Scooter asked, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I then ran a hand through my hair, thinking about what I was going to say.

“Oh nothing. I just needed to tell Justin something important. Could you tell him to call me when he’s done his concert?” I asked, tapping my fingers on my blanket, even though there was no sound, it felt better to do that.

“Sure. I’ll tell him.”

“Thanks Scooter.”

“No problem. Bye.”

“Bye.” He hung up and I put the phone back onto its spot. I layed down on my bed and placed a hand over my stomach. Oh God. I’m sixteen and having a baby…I don’t even have my driver’s licence yet. I don’t know how my parents are going to react, I don’t know how Justin’s going to react, or how Scooter’s gonna be like when he finds out. And Pattie. His mom. How is she gonna be like? I sighed and my twelve year old sister walked into my room.

“Sav, I heard you crying. Are you okay?” Kenzie, my sister, asked and I sat up, making space for her on my bed.

“Kenzie, I-I-I’m…” I started off but she hugged me, as though she knew what I was gonna say.

“It’s Justin’s…isn’t it?” She asked and I nodded my head.

“How did you know?”

“I could tell. That and I can see the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter.” Kenzie laughed and I smiled, hugging my sister. She’s got my back. For sure.