Liz Whats Wrong With You?

Aunty Lizzy?

"No Harry. I'm not sure yet. I mean it's pretty accurate. But then again id get a false positive before a false negative. Just calm down. It's exciting but not a positive thing. I love you too. Bye Harbear." I screamed hearing Hunters conversation from around the corner. Aunty Lizzy? YES!

"Ahhh baby, baby, it's a baby. Gonna have a baby. Baby on tour. BABY! IT'S A BABY. AHHHH!" I screamed running to the group. Jakes face lit up with shock. Oh right. Duh.

"No no no. You are not pregnant. You can't be." Jake mumbled.

"Not me silly. HER." I pointed toward an angry Hunter marching across the parking lot after me. "Got to go. See ya later alligator." I giggled running back into the house.

It had been a good six months since the funeral and I guess I'm okay. The tour ended like a month after the whole death, anger, I want to die thing but now it's on to Warped Tour so I'd see the guys and multiple other bands. Hunter and Jordan stayed around only because one: Jordan dated Andy and two: Hunter was waiting for Harry to get back so she hung out with us. I was planing on grabbing my bags from the house me and Andy shared but hey. I'm a nosy person. Get over it.

"Liz. What is wrong with you? Didn't I just tell Harry I wasn't sure? YES! So march your happy tail out here and tell everyone that I might not be pregnant." Hunter yelled at me from behind the glass back door that led to the pool and the guys. I unlocked it and sheepishly walked to the group.

"Hunter might not be pregnant." I mumbled.

"What's that spaztastic?" CC mocked me. I squinted my eyes at him in the Shut-The-Dilly-Up-Before-I-Murder-You face. He laughed.

"She might not be pregnant." I said more audible. Hunter, seeming pleased that she didn't have to go ostrich or some crap like that on me, walked over to the table Jami sat at with Jordan. Jake looked over at me with a more relaxed expression.

"And what if I wanted to be pregnant? I could have a baby if I wanted to." I said in a sassy tone. Sassy pants on, up and almost zipped and buttoned.

"We'll hello there queen of sass but we haven't talked about that. I would love to have a baby. But we aren't married." He responded chuckling and showing his teeth.

"Who's fault is that? You could ask anytime scardy cat. But nope." I shot back. By now I had the whole crowd laughed and before Jake could respond I pushed him causing him to fall backwards in the pool. I fell to the ground in a fit of laughter and watched as Jake, surprised and soaked appeared above water.

"You know I love you right?" Jake asked me, swimming over to the edge of the pool where I now sat with my knees to my chest grinning.

"Yea babe why?" I asked giggling at his messy hair.

"Because I don't want to die over this." He grinned.

"Over wha-?" He grabbed my ankles and pulled me under. Luckily my phone and stuff was still inside. I rose above the water and gasped for air. My hair was in my eyes and I knew my makeup had smeared a little. Everyone laugh and Jake swam over to me.

"You're mean. You know that?" I asked him.

"Oh sure. All the time." He laughed and placed one hand firmly in the middle of my back, pulling me closer to him. He pushed the hair out of my eyes and placed his free hand on the back of my neck. I smile at him before he pulled me in for a kiss. I did what I knew he didn't like that much and bit his bottom lip, causing him to release his passionate lock on me.

"Ouch why do you do that?" He wined at me, rubbing his reddened lip. I giggled and blushed.

"It's just a thing." I looked down.

"Okay love birds. If you're through Liz we have a mission. We need to take prego here to the doctors ASAP." Chey made me jump. Chey is short for Cheyenne and that is my slightly to tall (to tall for me that is) beautiful brunette friend. Long wavy brown hair and gorgeous light brown eyes.

"God Chey don't do that." I sighed. I climbed out and helped Jake. I smiled. "Alright soppy lets go inside and change." I smiled pulling Jake behind me. "Bet out in twenty if that. My hair needs to be done again and Jake you get to help." He groaned in response. He hates when he has to do my hair.