Zodiac High

*Aries' Mansion: Aries' Kitchen*

*Aries is eating his grilled cheese sandwich on the marble kitchen island top.* *Cancer name appears on his iPhone.* *Aries swipes right as he puts the phone to his right ear.*
ARIES: What's the good news?
CANCER: We're having twins.
ARIES: *Spits out orange juice.* Twins?
CANCER: A boy and a girl.
ARIES: Twins? I produced twins. I must have some type of super sperm.
CANCER: There's no such thing as super sperm.
ARIES: Then how do you explain twins?
CANCER: It happens.
ARIES: I can't belive I'm going to be a father to twins.
CANCER: I'm going to be in so much pain, giving birth to them.
ARIES: And I'll right there, beside you.
CANCER: I hope so.
ARIES: I gotta tell my parents the good news.
CANCER: Okay. Talk to you soon.
ARIES: Bye Cancer. *Hangs up.*
*Aries' mother enters the kitchen.*
ARIES' MOM: *Eyeing her son's food choice.* Grilled cheese sandwich.
ARIES: *Faces his mom with happiness all over his face.* We're having twins!
ARIES' MOM: Twins?
ARIES: Yep! One boy and one girl.
ARIES' MOM: I wasn't expecting that.
ARIES: I have super sperm.
ARIES' MOM: That doesn't exist.
ARIES: Explain the twins.
ARIES' MOM: Genetics. My great grandmother was a twin.
ARIES: I'm going with the super sperm theory.
ARIES' MOM: I can't believe I'm having twins grandkids.
ARIES: I can't wait to see my precious babies.
ARIES' MOM: Until they keep you up all night and you become sleep deprived.
ARIES: That's not going to happen to us.
ARIES' MOM: It happens to everyone.
ARIES: Not us.
ARIES' MOM: Ask Cancer if she wants me to help her with her baby shower plans.
ARIES: She doesn't need you. She has her mother.
ARIES' MOM: And she has me.
ARIES: Fine, I'll tell her.
ARIES MOM: Fyi, thank goodness you didn't get Gemini knocked up.
ARIES: Same.