Chapter 3, Part 4 "Asshole"

 Elliot was already arrived and seated when Vivian walked in. She was nervous, and the look Elliot gave her made it all even worse. "Hi." Elliot said simply without making a face expression revealing his emotions. "I'm pregnant, Elliot, really pregnant." Vivian said. She was hoping for a good reaction. If would be so embarrassing if he freaked out in public. Suddenly Elliot said: "You're having an abortion of course" while smiling nasty. Vivian's heart froze entirely. Was he really saying this? "No, what?" Vivian asked frightened. "I'm not having an abortion!" she added harshly. "You see, Vivian, I'm not ready to be a father. I don't want to spend all of my money on a little bastard." Elliot said. His tone of voice was calm and almost a little happy, which freaked Vivian out quite a lot. What had she gotten herself into?

 "You can't be serious?" Vivian asked, hoping for a bad excuse or something that would imply it all being a joke from Elliot's side. He shock his head, this was defiantly not a joke, he really didn't think she was going to keep this baby, just because he told her not to. "Are you out of your mind?" Vivian asked. Again Elliot shock his head, he was serious looking this time. "You have to understand that this baby isn't going to be a part of my life, Vivian, neither should it be a part of yours." He then added. A small tear ran down Vivian's face without her even realizing it.

 "Seriously Viv, we aren't ready to become parents, we've just gotten together." Elliot said almost sarcastic. "I'm not sure if I even want to spend the rest of my life with you..." he added. That sentence broke Vivian's heart and made her realize that she was on her own now. "I feel sorry for your mom who gave birth to an asshole like you!" Vivian shouted. She had totally forgotten they were in a public place with people around them. Thankfully there weren't too many sims there, after all it was kind of late.

 "Whatever Vivian." Elliot said. "I'm not going to be a part of this baby's life. I want nothing to do with that bastard child and if you're keeping the baby I want nothing to do with you either." he added, sounding calm and relaxed as if this was the easiest thing in life. Vivian couldn't understand how he could have been so mad the day before and now was so calm and careless.

 "It takes two to tango, you moron!" Vivian shouted while waving her hand in Elliot's face. "I know that, but this it all your fault anyways." Elliot replied. "MY FAULT?" ... "Excuse me, you're taking care of this baby even though you might not want to. You're going to love this child because it's your child!" Vivian shouted. "No, I'm not!" Elliot said as he turned around and started to walk away. "Where are you going?" Vivian asked with a voice of a small little child, all scared and damaged. "I'm going home, bye." He answered calm, without turning around looking at her.

"What am I going to do?" Vivian said to herself when she realized everyone in the room was staring awkwardly at her. What had she gotten herself into? And how was she going to fix this mess?

Chapter 3, Part 3 "Peeing on a stick"

 The next morning Vivian was anxious to find out whether she was pregnant or not. She looked down at the test she had bought. Was she really going to do this? What if it was positive? She started to shake nervously and cold sweat ran down her back. She opened the package and looked at the little white stick she was holding in her hands. "A plus means I'm pregnant." she said slowly to herself. The entire room was spinning.

 As she sat down on the toilet she felt the need to pee. "No...No, No, No!" she said desperately while peeing on the white little stick. This was the moment, the moment that could either change her life or leave an empty space in her heart. She had laid awake the entire night before thinking of what would happen if she really was pregnant. Would Elliot support her? She had thought about what she was going to tell her parents. Sure, she was their only child and a grandchild wouldn't do them any harm, but she was so young and her income wasn't too reliable after all.

 The test showed a tiny, almost invisible plus sign. Vivian began to shake again. "A person growing inside of me?" she thought to herself. She didn't really know how to tell people, sure, she had gone through a plan in her head several times, but now it was really happening. Vivian picked up the phone and dialed Imogen's number. "Hey Vivian, how are you?" Imogen asked. Vivian didn't know what to say. A moment of silence occurred, followed by a repeat of the question, this time in a worried tone of voice. "I'm pregnant, plus sign, oh my gosh!" Vivian replied so quickly Imogen had a hard time understanding what she was saying at first. "Congratulations, darling." Imogen said. "No, what? How am I going to tell people?" Vivian said angrily. After talking on the phone for over an hour Vivian decided it was time to call Elliot.

 "Hi, this is Elliot, who's calling?" Elliot's voice sounded from the phone. Vivian put the phone to her ear and said: "Hi Elliot, it's Vivian..." There was a moment of painful silence before Elliot spoke again. "Did you take the test?" he asked firmly. Vivian nodded, realizing he couldn't see her she replied: "Yes, can we meet up?" She was sure Elliot understood she was pregnant, but he didn't say anything. "Tonight, after work. The little park with the yellow house. Ok?" he asked with a kind and calm voice.

 A couple of hours later Vivian sat in the car on her way to the place where they were to meet. She had no idea what she could expect from Elliot at this point. Sure, she knew he wasn't ready for a baby, but he would step up to the plate, wouldn't he?

Busy with S C H O O L !

So here I am, in my bed, dressed of course. Sitting with my computer on my lap, it's a macbook by the way. I really, really want to play The Sims right now. I miss the game so much, weird, but true. School is taking up all my time, and it really sucks. I want to continue my story, and I am going to continue it! Tomorrow is friday? Yes. I have this big test tomorrow, which I'm not going to ace. If I'm lucky I'll pass, if I don't pass I'm screwed, but other than that, life's good, right... Wrong! I'm super tired. Ok, so guys, guy, whoever reads this blog or did or are going to, I don't know, I'm sorry, I don't mean to nag but I just really have to get this off my chest because I'm sick and tired of school occupying my life, pretty much. 

But know this! 

I'll be back really soon, hopefully this weekend! I promise, you will see what happens next, even though you might not care, I will show you because it's juicy. Ha ha.