You're The One (Old Version)

This Is Where The Story Begins

Prologue

The world has its own speed. Whether you are ready for it or not, it will take off. It really doesn’t have time for us. That’s how my life is right now. It’s not waiting for me at all. Everything is zipping by. I barely have any time to react. It’s like I’m stuck in slow motion while the world is fast forwarding. I’m a little dizzy thinking about it.

Or maybe I’m dizzy because I just found out I’m pregnant. Either or really. Who knew life could change so rapidly. Not too long ago I was happily in a relationship, loved my family, and had a nice social life. Now it’s the complete opposite.

Let’s review the week of my life that brought me to this point.

Monday: Got into a huge fight with Ricky, my now ex-boyfriend.

Tuesday: I had to move back in with my overly joyed parents, Peter and Francine Michaels.

Wednesday: Go to pick up the rest of my stuff from Ricky’s place, my older sister, Julia is on top of him. Naked. They’ve been behind my back for two months.

Thursday: Family intervention at the hospital. I put my sister in there, and then I blacked out and got admitted. We were in the same room and it went horribly. I no longer am speaking to my mother or my sister.

 Friday: My friend Greta flew in from Monte Carlo to take me out to have fun. Met a guy, had sex, end of story.

 Saturday: Woke up with a hangover at Greta’s place, the guy still in my bed.  Made him breakfast since it was ‘the least I could do’.  Jerk.

Sunday: Moved into Greta’s place. Only happy thing this week. Had to go into work for a mandatory meeting. Obviously our restaurant and catering business isn’t doing as well as we thought. So we hired a new boss to manage financial issues, poor Ted got fired. The new boss is my one night stand from Friday. By the way his name is Daniel Forricks. Mr. McHottie, as Greta and I call him. Seriously he’s fine. Can’t believe he gave me the time of day. He must’ve been trying to get away too.

I’m seriously not joking. That was my week two months ago that went as described, in order. Greta says life has its moments, and I’m in one of those moments. She says it’s just a phase, but I’m beginning to think my life is just straight up ridiculous. So now I’m in the bathroom staring at the little test that says pink.

“Well? What does it say?” Greta asks.

“My life is over.” I say as I open the door.

“It’ll be okay, you know I’ll help and Tabitha will be ecstatic. You know her and Jeremy are trying to have a baby. She’ll be mommy right along with you.” Greta comforts me.

Tabitha is my twin. She’s my other part that keeps me somewhat sane. We’re both 23, living opposite lives. She understands me like no one else can. Well besides Greta and Jack, my childhood best friend. Well there’s Alec too. He’s pretty great, besides the whole player thing. Us five are like glue, never found with at least two others. We’ve had fights and rough patches, but they only bring us closer together.

Back to my problem that is at hand, unfortunately. I’m debating on whether to call her now. I really want it to sink in. Greta is doing an absolute job at that. Let the sarcasm be duly noted.

“So? Is it Ricky or Mr. McHottie?”

“What?” I ask confused. Wait. “Oh. Uh. It’s definitely Mr. McHottie. Ricky was strictly condom with me. Unlike that slut called Julia. I-.” Greta cut me off in my soon to be hour rant. “Sorry. I’m just frustrated.”

“I understand, boo. Let’s give Tabs a call. She knows the perfect remedy for everything.”

“That she does.” I pick up the phone and dial.