Author's notes: Okay, writing that it's Rachel's thoughts you're reading every single freaking chapter is really pissing me off, so from now on, it will always be her point of view unless I'm asked to do otherwise! Okay? And thank you for all the feedback! And all the Ricky hate mail always makes me laugh! Oh, and a friend here on Quizilla has been harassing me to make this announcement. (You know who you are!) As of now, I am announcing there is no Team Ricky, because he doesn't deserve to have his own team! Ha!

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If I have to spend one more instant hearing Ricky go on and on about "how happy we're going to be once I can get over Adam and the fact that he killed my mother, and I can finally get over how much I hate him and forget what a mother fucking bitch he is."

I am not kidding; those were his exact words.

Okay, the last part weren't. In my mind they were, though. Doesn't that count for something?

I've been having killer stomachaches lately. I knew I should've passed on that third slice of cake! I figured I was just going through my period, and I was right, but the pain is still bothering me, and that time of the month is over with!

I'm baffled!

Not really; it was the cake, I'm sure.

Damn that yummy, cream filled cake!

"Okay, you're set. Get ready love, we're going to start recording your first album!"

God. I still hate it when he calls me love. I am so not his love! I must sound repetitious, because I'm positive I said the same thing before!

"Great! Now would you mind not calling me love? It makes me uncomfortable."

God. I'm such a dumb-butt. I call this word barf. It just comes out. I don't control it. I usually regret it afterwards. I can't help it!

But surprisingly, he said, "I understand. It might take a while for you to get over this past."

A while? More like an eternity. I will never get over Adam. True love lasts forever, and that's what this is. This isn't some little passerby relationship. This is the real thing. I couldn't bear a life without Adam.

"Thank you," I manage to say politely without gagging.

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Let me just say right now, I would've been better off being the cook.

Ricky is an awful cook. He's even worse than me!

The food taster so bad, I cursed out loud, and threw the plate at the wall, shattering the plate.

Oh, well.

I ended up pulling out my cell, which I have named Martha, and I called Pizza Hut, and ordered a large pizza for myself. Screw Ricky! Psh! Why should I order for him, when he nearly gave me food poisoning?

"Grrrr-mmm-hhmmm-ggg."

I hear a strange buzzing sound, and I feel a vibration. I freak out, and then I realize it's my stomach. Oh, God. Maybe I jinxed myself; maybe I really did get food poisoning! Omigod! I'm going to die! Die I tell you, die!

I run over to Ricky's room. "I think your food gave me food poisoning! Hospital, NOW!"

We rush to the car, and drive to the hospital. My stomach is KILLING me! I wish Adam were here. It's been two weeks since I've seen him. I'm sad.

Apparently, my case isn't an emergency, so I have to wait for an hour before being seen by my doctor.

He checks me over, and runs two tests.

My first question was this: "Am I going to die?"

He laughs, and reassures me with a simple, "No."

"Then why do I feel like my stomach hates me, and is punching the crap out of me?"

He chuckles and shakes his head.

I think it's my wording.

"Is it food poisoning?"

"No Rachel, it's not."

His face turned solemn.

"I'm sorry to say, because you're so young, but..."

Oh, c'mon doc, spit it out! He said I wasn't dying.

.... right?

"Rachel, you're pregnant."

Doctor say WHAT?