“Wait—you’re three months pregnant and te didn’t know until yesterday?” Sierra asked.
“Yep,” I replied.
I never kept track of body changes o my period o anything like that; it just never occurred to me to actually pay attention, even when I became sexually active.
“Does Alejandro know about the baby?”
I nodded, “Yeah, he’s being really supportive.”
Sierra squealed, causing me to cover my ears considering the loudness and the extremely high pitch. She continued talking, “You and Alejandro are almost as cute of a couple as me and my Codykins are.”
“How are te two doing?” I asked for lack of anything better to say.
“Great! We’re going on another data tonight!”
That girl sure had a tendency to yell and squeal…a lot.
She looked over at the alarm clock on the night stand and squealed, “I have to go get ready, just make yourself at home,” She dashed out of the room faster than I ever thought she could.
I laid down, falling asleep for who knows how long. What can I say? I was worn out. I had been through a lot lately, well, the last two days.
I woke up from my phone ringing, for the secondo time that giorno let me remind you—I was surprised my parents hadn’t shut it off yet. I answered it with a groggy, “Hello?”
“Did I wake you?”
It was Alejandro.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“I can call back.”
“No, I’m up now.”
Now that he had called, I wanted to talk to him. I missed him already.
“I wanted to know if te wanted to come over. We could have a movie night.”
“Sure, sounds great.”
“I’ll be over in about ten, then.”
“Wait—pick me up at Sierra’s instead.”
“Alright, I’ll see te in about half hour.”
“Okay, Amore you.”
“Te quiero, también.” [1]
“I have no idea what te just said, but it sounded really pretty. I can’t wait to see you.”
“Are te talking to Chris?!”
I turned around to see Sierra’s mom standing in the doorway. She looked just like Sierra, only older and her hair was longer than Sierra’s considering that Sierra’s hair hadn’t fully grown back from when she blew up the plane on Total Drama World Tour; it was scary how much they looked alike, though.
“I want to talk to him!” She grabbed for my phone. She put it up to her ear, “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe that I’m talking to Chris McLean!”
Did I mention that she acted just like her daughter, too?
“You’re not Chris?” She asked, disappointed. She handed me my phone back and left the room.
“That was weird,” Alejandro said.
“She’s più obsessed with Chris than Sierra is with Cody.”
“I would say. I’ll be over in about a half hour.”
“Okay, Amore you, bye.”
I hung up before he could say anything else. I got up, grabbed some clothes from that damned trunk—I couldn’t believe I even owned such clothes, let alone could I believe that I had packed them—along with some make-up among other things I got ready with and went to get a shower. After I got a shower, I got dressed and dried my hair, pulling it back in a ponytail. I brushed my teeth then applied a layer of make-up.
When I was done, I walked out of the bathroom in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. What can I say? I noticed how tight my regular clothes were beginning to get on me, well, at least my shorts and I didn’t exactly want everyone to know that I was pregnant because I wore my short capestro, cavezza top, if they hadn’t noticed before, that is.
I heard the doorbell ring. And no, it wasn’t a regular doorbell sound; it was of Chris’s voice. It went on for about a minuto too long. I walked towards the front door and opened it. I was expecting to find Alejandro, but he wasn’t there. It was Chris. Why was he at Sierra’s house?
“Oh, Heather,” Chris said, “I was expecting to find Sierra here.”
“Why are te even here?” I asked.
“I could ask te the same thing.”
I heard footsteps from behind me in the hallway. I heard gasp which was followed da running.
“OH MY GOD! IT’S CHRIS MCLEAN!”
Chris replied nonchalantly to Sierra’s mom, “Yes, yes, I am.”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” She was bouncing up and down in front of him like she was an excited five-year-old on Natale morning. She embraced him in a hug, “I can’t believe that you’re here!”
“Could te let go?”
She obliged.
He turned to me, “I came here to tell Sierra—which te will be telling her—that the whole cast of Total Drama will be forced to go back to Camp Wawanakwa for a reunion in six months. I came here now because the producers forced me to make sure everyone cleared their schedules for the time you’ll be there. You’ll have to be there, of course; it’s in your contract.”
He pulled a copy of one out of his pocket. How it fit in there, I had no idea. And, why did he carry a copy of those stupid contracts around anyway?
I didn’t even have to time to domanda his motives when Alejandro’s car pulled up into the street. He got out and started walking up the walkway. I walked towards him to meet him there. We embraced in a kiss. When we stopped, he must have realized that Chris was there talking to Sierra's mom.
"Why is Chris here?"
We started walking to his car.
I replied, "He's forcing us to do some reunion mostra a anno after Total Drama World Tour ended."
Alejandro opened the passenger door for me as Chris was walking down the walkway, yelling towards Sierra's mom, "Call me," He held his fingers up to his ear as if it were a phone.
Alejandro and I shared confused glances before Chris noticed Alejandro was there.
"Alejandro," Chris said, "I was forced to tell everyone about the reunion mostra for Total Drama, so clear your schedule in six months."
When Chris detto six months again, it hit me: I would be nine months pregnant da then. Damn it!
Alejandro replied to Chris, "Heather already told me."
Chris shrugged and walked over to a limousine that I hadn't noticed was there before. (How I hadn’t noticed, I had no clue.) He got in. The limousine left a few moments afterwards.
I had sat down in the passenger seat; Alejandro closed the door after we shared another kissed. He walked around and got into the driver's seat. He started the ignition, then the car started off.
"Who do te think te are
Runnin' 'round leaving scars,
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing Amore apart?
You're gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me.
Who do te think te are?"
I recognized that "Jar of Hearts" was playing on the radio. I turned to him with a raised eyebrow, "I didn't realize that te listened to Christina Perri."
"I don't. It's just on the radio. I didn't realize that te wore sweats," A grin appeared on his face.
"Well," I replied, "I'm fat and I realized that none of my other clothes fit right and it's all your fault since te impregnated me with your kid."
He stopped the car as it approached a red light. He turned to me and looked at my swollen stomach, placing his hands on it, "Don't mind your mother, she's just being hormonal."
I glared at him, "I wouldn't be so hormonal if it weren't for you."
"You know te Amore me," He looked at me, hands still on my stomach.
"Yeah, I do," I glanced to the road ahead, noticing that the light had changed, "The light's green."
He went back to looking at the road and continued on driving. We eventually got to his house after a ride filled with just the two of us talking.
We walked up to the porch and Alejandro opened the door. We walked inside.
"Hello, Al."
“Yep,” I replied.
I never kept track of body changes o my period o anything like that; it just never occurred to me to actually pay attention, even when I became sexually active.
“Does Alejandro know about the baby?”
I nodded, “Yeah, he’s being really supportive.”
Sierra squealed, causing me to cover my ears considering the loudness and the extremely high pitch. She continued talking, “You and Alejandro are almost as cute of a couple as me and my Codykins are.”
“How are te two doing?” I asked for lack of anything better to say.
“Great! We’re going on another data tonight!”
That girl sure had a tendency to yell and squeal…a lot.
She looked over at the alarm clock on the night stand and squealed, “I have to go get ready, just make yourself at home,” She dashed out of the room faster than I ever thought she could.
I laid down, falling asleep for who knows how long. What can I say? I was worn out. I had been through a lot lately, well, the last two days.
I woke up from my phone ringing, for the secondo time that giorno let me remind you—I was surprised my parents hadn’t shut it off yet. I answered it with a groggy, “Hello?”
“Did I wake you?”
It was Alejandro.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“I can call back.”
“No, I’m up now.”
Now that he had called, I wanted to talk to him. I missed him already.
“I wanted to know if te wanted to come over. We could have a movie night.”
“Sure, sounds great.”
“I’ll be over in about ten, then.”
“Wait—pick me up at Sierra’s instead.”
“Alright, I’ll see te in about half hour.”
“Okay, Amore you.”
“Te quiero, también.” [1]
“I have no idea what te just said, but it sounded really pretty. I can’t wait to see you.”
“Are te talking to Chris?!”
I turned around to see Sierra’s mom standing in the doorway. She looked just like Sierra, only older and her hair was longer than Sierra’s considering that Sierra’s hair hadn’t fully grown back from when she blew up the plane on Total Drama World Tour; it was scary how much they looked alike, though.
“I want to talk to him!” She grabbed for my phone. She put it up to her ear, “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe that I’m talking to Chris McLean!”
Did I mention that she acted just like her daughter, too?
“You’re not Chris?” She asked, disappointed. She handed me my phone back and left the room.
“That was weird,” Alejandro said.
“She’s più obsessed with Chris than Sierra is with Cody.”
“I would say. I’ll be over in about a half hour.”
“Okay, Amore you, bye.”
I hung up before he could say anything else. I got up, grabbed some clothes from that damned trunk—I couldn’t believe I even owned such clothes, let alone could I believe that I had packed them—along with some make-up among other things I got ready with and went to get a shower. After I got a shower, I got dressed and dried my hair, pulling it back in a ponytail. I brushed my teeth then applied a layer of make-up.
When I was done, I walked out of the bathroom in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. What can I say? I noticed how tight my regular clothes were beginning to get on me, well, at least my shorts and I didn’t exactly want everyone to know that I was pregnant because I wore my short capestro, cavezza top, if they hadn’t noticed before, that is.
I heard the doorbell ring. And no, it wasn’t a regular doorbell sound; it was of Chris’s voice. It went on for about a minuto too long. I walked towards the front door and opened it. I was expecting to find Alejandro, but he wasn’t there. It was Chris. Why was he at Sierra’s house?
“Oh, Heather,” Chris said, “I was expecting to find Sierra here.”
“Why are te even here?” I asked.
“I could ask te the same thing.”
I heard footsteps from behind me in the hallway. I heard gasp which was followed da running.
“OH MY GOD! IT’S CHRIS MCLEAN!”
Chris replied nonchalantly to Sierra’s mom, “Yes, yes, I am.”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” She was bouncing up and down in front of him like she was an excited five-year-old on Natale morning. She embraced him in a hug, “I can’t believe that you’re here!”
“Could te let go?”
She obliged.
He turned to me, “I came here to tell Sierra—which te will be telling her—that the whole cast of Total Drama will be forced to go back to Camp Wawanakwa for a reunion in six months. I came here now because the producers forced me to make sure everyone cleared their schedules for the time you’ll be there. You’ll have to be there, of course; it’s in your contract.”
He pulled a copy of one out of his pocket. How it fit in there, I had no idea. And, why did he carry a copy of those stupid contracts around anyway?
I didn’t even have to time to domanda his motives when Alejandro’s car pulled up into the street. He got out and started walking up the walkway. I walked towards him to meet him there. We embraced in a kiss. When we stopped, he must have realized that Chris was there talking to Sierra's mom.
"Why is Chris here?"
We started walking to his car.
I replied, "He's forcing us to do some reunion mostra a anno after Total Drama World Tour ended."
Alejandro opened the passenger door for me as Chris was walking down the walkway, yelling towards Sierra's mom, "Call me," He held his fingers up to his ear as if it were a phone.
Alejandro and I shared confused glances before Chris noticed Alejandro was there.
"Alejandro," Chris said, "I was forced to tell everyone about the reunion mostra for Total Drama, so clear your schedule in six months."
When Chris detto six months again, it hit me: I would be nine months pregnant da then. Damn it!
Alejandro replied to Chris, "Heather already told me."
Chris shrugged and walked over to a limousine that I hadn't noticed was there before. (How I hadn’t noticed, I had no clue.) He got in. The limousine left a few moments afterwards.
I had sat down in the passenger seat; Alejandro closed the door after we shared another kissed. He walked around and got into the driver's seat. He started the ignition, then the car started off.
"Who do te think te are
Runnin' 'round leaving scars,
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing Amore apart?
You're gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me.
Who do te think te are?"
I recognized that "Jar of Hearts" was playing on the radio. I turned to him with a raised eyebrow, "I didn't realize that te listened to Christina Perri."
"I don't. It's just on the radio. I didn't realize that te wore sweats," A grin appeared on his face.
"Well," I replied, "I'm fat and I realized that none of my other clothes fit right and it's all your fault since te impregnated me with your kid."
He stopped the car as it approached a red light. He turned to me and looked at my swollen stomach, placing his hands on it, "Don't mind your mother, she's just being hormonal."
I glared at him, "I wouldn't be so hormonal if it weren't for you."
"You know te Amore me," He looked at me, hands still on my stomach.
"Yeah, I do," I glanced to the road ahead, noticing that the light had changed, "The light's green."
He went back to looking at the road and continued on driving. We eventually got to his house after a ride filled with just the two of us talking.
We walked up to the porch and Alejandro opened the door. We walked inside.
"Hello, Al."
