Francisco's POV
After leaving Elizabeth's house, I go hang out with Quade.
"Are you going to Unique's party tonight?" Quade asks me as we sit down together behind a staircase. We're currently hiding from an old man that saw us run over his mailbox.
"No," I shake my head, "I'm staying home with Elizabeth."
"What's going on with you guys?" He asks.
"Why, what did you hear?" I arch my right eyebrow.
"What do you know?" He glares.
"Elizabeth is pregnant," I say, playing with the grass beneath my black vans.
"I know, Tiffany told me," he nods.
"What the fuck?" I try to control my anger. Not so much anger but shock. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Not my fetus to tell," he teases.
"Alright," I laugh.
"Are you scared?" He asks after a minute of silence.
"Of course I'm scared. I'm seventeen," I look at him. "I don't regret it. What's done is done but I wish someone would tell me what to do."
"I don't know what to tell you other than, don't leave her and be there as much as you can," he leans back onto his elbows and I turn around to look at him.
"I'm not going to leave her. I couldn't," I shake my head, "I love her, Quade. She means a lot to me."
"Wow," he gasps.
I think deep down inside I am terribly afraid and maybe I am sorry that we weren't careful but all I can do now is be there for Elizabeth and this new life in our hands.
I need to get a job.
Elizabeth's POV
I spend the rest of my day in bed and staring at my ceiling fan. After what feels like hours of overthinking, I finally get up from my bed and head downstairs to eat.
I fill my bowl with lucky charms and milk. I sit down alone at the dinner table and eat very slowly for about thirty minutes.
I can't stop thinking about being pregnant. I can't. Even though I've told Francisco, it doesn't feel real. There's absolutely no way I'm prepared in any way, shape or form to be a mother.
I wash my bowl and spoon then go into the living room and turn on the television. I click through the channels but remember I have Hulu, so I end up watching Rick and Morty.
"Elizabeth?" I hear Richard say my name, "is that really you or am I hallucinating?"
"Very funny," I look over at him.
"Are you feeling better?" He asks as he sits down on the opposite couch.
"Yes, thank you," I let him know, as I continue to watch the TV.
I get a message from Francisco, letting me know that he's coming by later and he's bringing wings. I take a nap on the couch and when I wake up, there's a thin gray blanket on me.
I fold it and leave it on the couch. As I'm walking away to my room, I notice there's a note on the coffee table.
"Richard and I went to the grocery store to pick up some stuff, will be back in a few."
There's a bowl of strawberries and mango. I grab the bowl and take it with me to my bedroom. I eat two strawberries and a piece of mango on the way to my room, then I place it down on my dresser.
I continue with redecorating my room. I pull off my old boy band posters and toss them in my closet. I hang up a small mirror I had hidden away.
Francisco texts me again asking what drink I want. I reply, saying I want a pink lemonade. I put my phone down and open my closet. I take out my colorful hoodie with an alien eating a pizza, my black sweats and my dark yellow beanie. I dress up then put on my pink and black checkered socks and slide on my red old school vans.
I go back into the living room and wait for Francisco to get here. Richard and my mom are in the kitchen, cooking and laughing so loudly that I for once feel like my mother is happy. I know she loved my father, but not like this.
There's a knocking at the door, which brings a smile to my face. I get up from the couch and answer the door. Francisco is holding a plastic bag in one hand and the drinks on a cup holder, in the other.
I hug him, careful not to drop the drinks and he rests his head on top of mine for a second before I let go, and he walks in.
"Honey, is Francisco here?" My mom calls from the kitchen.
"Yes," I respond as we sit down on my couch and he places the food down on the coffee table.
Richard walks into the living room and looks at Francisco before approaching us.
"What's up, I'm Richard," he places his hand out for Francisco to receive. "I'm Abigail's boyfriend."
"Nice to officially meet you Richard," Francisco smiles as he stands up and shakes Richard's hand, "I'm Elizabeth's . . . boyfriend."
Richard nods before looking down at me. He lifts his eyebrows then looks back at Francisco.
"You're not from here, are you?" He asks Francisco.
"Na, I was born in New Jersey," he responds.
"That's a really strong Italian accent," Richard half laughs.
"Yeah, well I'm also half Italian," he smiles.
"Half Italian baby," he points at me and nods.
"What?!" I shout.
"He's Italian?" Richard says confused. "He's an Italian baby."
"Oh," I laugh nervously as I look down at my legs. "Yup, he is."
"Weirdo," Richard mumbles before walking away to the kitchen.
"What the fuck," Francisco whispers as he sits down next to me. "Is he on to us?"
"I don't know, but we need to tell them before they find out on their own," I whisper back to him as I open the bag with our wings inside.
"Wait," Francisco says as he grabs the box from my hands. He stands in front of me and opens the box slowly.
We're teenagers about to be parents, that shit is so crazy and I know damn well neither of us know what to do. I guess we have to just wing it.
I laugh at the sticky note then look up at Francisco.
"That shit doesn't even rhyme," I tease.
"Fuck you man, it's not supposed to rhyme, asshole," he laughs along with me.
"Take the sticky note off," he says.
I reach for it and peel it off, revealing another sticky note.
Do you want to be my girlfriend?
Yes or Yes?
"You're such a dork," I smile up at him, "I pick or."
"Fuck you Elizabeth," he closes the box and places it down on the coffee table.
"I'm kidding!" I laugh as I grab his hands and pull him down. He falls on top of me and I groan in pain.
"Yes or no?" He whispers in my ear.
"Yes," I kiss his cheek, "now get off of me fatass, you're going to kill our baby."
"WHAT?" My mom shouts.
Francisco jumps off of me and falls on the ground.
"What did you just say, Elizabeth?!" My mom shouts as she walks closer to me.
I look down at Francisco on the floor and plead him to help me. He opens his mouth but it closes instantly as my mom points at him to shut up.
"Mom," I sigh, "I'm pregnant."
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Author's Note: I decided to put a picture of my outfit, to show you what Elizabeth would've been wearing. I covered my face because my identity is a secret .. shh.
- Bobbiewrites x