Witchy Cooties! (; (Completed)

Adrian - The Good Girl's Version of an MTV show.

Dedicated to NavyBrat1994 for her awesome idea(:

 Also thanks to AmberBudwash, and maybe some other people. Sorry - I'll give you a shoutout if you tell me it was your idea. Which reminds me. Shoutout to raquel104(: Yeah.

Make sure to comment, peeps! I run on your words.

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How many men does it take to screw in a light bulb?

Three - one to screw in the bulb, and two to listen to him brag about the screwing part.

           

            I drummed my fingers on the shelf nervously. This was just so awkward. The man cleaning the aisle had not only glanced at me really oddly, but also shook his head disapprovingly.

            I had gone into a little gas station convenience store to avoid people I might know, but also to make my experience like Juno’s. I don’t know…I just always liked that movie. So just like her, I had gone into the bathroom, and just…peed on the stick. There’s no other way to describe it than what it is, seriously.

            Finally, it blinked, reading a frowny face on the screen. My expression resembled the stick as I glanced at it curiously. So did that mean I was pregnant, since most people wouldn’t want to be…or that I was?

            Throwing it angrily, I pounded on the sink. “Argh! This is so stupid!”

            “Is everything alright in there?” I heard, and quickly scrambled out the door, giving the worker an apologetic grin.

            “Sorry. I’ll just go.” I tried, but he only glared.

            Hurrying back to Roxy’s house, I was hoping for some answers, but I was only met by a glaring Sasha and a hysterical Roxy. Did I even want to know?

            “Adriana!” Sasha yelled as soon as she saw me. “Roxy doesn’t want to tell you, but I think her joke has gone too far. You can’t be pregnant when you’ve never done anything.”

            “Yeah,” Roxy managed between gasps. “You’re just fat!”

            I tried not to look offended. “What are you talking about? I know that. I just thought…that maybe something had happened when I was sleeping?” Suddenly, it seemed stupid even to my own ears.

            Roxy raised an eyebrow. “Nah, you’re just fat.” My body shook with anger as I tried with all my might not to smack that smirk off her face. Couldn’t she see it was a sensitive time for me?

            Plopping down on the sofa, I sighed. “Whatever.” Roxy burst into fresh peals of laughter again. “Shut up; it wasn’t that stupid.”

            “Why would you even think that?” Sasha wondered aloud.

            “I don’t know…I’m just used to a faster metabolism, okay?” I tried to defend myself, the reality of how foolish I had been finally sinking in.

            “It’s true,” Sasha agreed. “Boys get muscles from puberty, while girls only get fat, I swear.”

            I sighed, not even knowing how to reply, when my phone rang. “Hello?” I asked curiously.

            “Adriana, you get home right now.” It was my dad.

            “Uh, okay?” I replied. He had never demanded me home before, but whatever.

            “Do you even know where I got a call from? Why are you going around buying pregnancy tests?”

            I almost did a spit-take with actual spit. “Who-how’d you even…I mean, it was for school: Health class project.”

            “Why did I not know you were taking this class then?” he asked.

            “Uh, you never asked?”

            “I want you home, Adriana.” he only replied, and I gulped.

            Hanging up, I turned to Sasha to wave goodbye, completely ignoring Roxy.

            “Well, you’re welcome for the hangout then!” Roxy cried from behind me. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her, but still worry about my dad was going to do. Thank god he bought my stupid excuse.

            Arriving home much too soon, my dad was waiting as soon as I opened the door. “Adriana – I want you to know that even though we’re not related, I still care,” he started, and I almost groaned in response. “I also want you to know that there are certain things that you need to be careful with.”

Suddenly, my eyes widened in realization, and I squirmed. “Don’t worry, Dad, you don’t have to do this. Seriously – I have a whole class about this.”

“No, no. It’s more uncomfortable for me than you, promise.”

“Trust me; I don’t think you know what you’re talking about,” I only responded, but I was kind of curious. As a guy, our Talk had consisted of a pat on the back and a “Use protection”.

“So…” he trailed off. “Have you ever heard of abstinence?” I only blinked in response.

This was gonna take a while.