I'm Pregnant {Riley Matthews}

3/The Bay Window Is Dead

"Riley, how are you?" I opened my eyes and saw Maya standing in front of the TV.

"I'm feeling good." I said.

"Do you think you could come down to Topanga's? Smackle is back from California and she's throwing a party." And for some reason, I scowled. Even though I don't have anything against Smackle.

"Uh, yeah, when does it start?"

"4:30. I was thinking we could go shopping, maybe find something to wear, get our nails done, get our hair done and then head to the party. What do you say?"

Get clothes when in a matter of time I won't even fit in them? No thanks.

"I'm not really feeling shopping Maya. Maybe we could just find something in my closet, paint our nails ourselves. We don't have to go out to do it."

"What is with you? Bay Window, Bay Window right now!" She grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the window.

"So, what is it?" she asked again.

"What is what?"

"I know you're more than just sick. Riley, you can tell me anything, I'm your best friend in the whole entire world. Just tell me what's going on and we can get out of Rileytown."

"Maya, I'm not in Rileytown. I'm just a little sick."

"Riley, I know you. I've known you my entire life, there is more going on. And if you can't tell me in the Bay Window, then the Bay Window is dead."

"Please, Maya, there is no way the Bay Window is dead. I'm not keeping anything from you. And even if I was, then maybe it's just not ready to come out yet."

"Why wouldn't it be ready to come out yet?"

"I don't know because I'm not hiding anything."

"Why wouldn't it be ready to come out yet?"

"BECAUSE IT'S SERIOUS MAYA!" I yelled, standing up. "I NEED TO TELL MY PARENTS FIRST, THE BOY FIRST BEFORE YOUR NAME EVEN CROSSES MY MIND! I GET IT MAYA, YOU THINK BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FRIEND YOU GET TO BE ALL IN MY BUSINESS, BUT YOU DON'T! IT'S MY PROBLEM, MY MISTAKE! AND IF YOU CAN'T EXCEPT THAT, THEN MAYBE YOU ARE RIGHT! THE BAY WINDOW IS DEAD! BECAUSE YOU CAN'T EXCEPT THAT I'M NOT READY, AND THAT'S NOT WHAT GOOD FRIENDS DO MAYA!" I took a deep breath and sat back down. "That's not what good friends do."

"I, I'm sorry Riley. I'm just worried for you. I wasn't a good friend, but you need to know you can talk to me when you're ready. You need to know that you can talk to me."

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO TALK, MAYA! YOUR HEART IS IN THE RIGHT PLACE BUT YOUR HEAD IS NOT! YOU'RE BUTTING IN WHEN YOU SHOULDN'T! I THINK YOU SHOULD JUST LEAVE!" Maya looked up at me, tears in her eyes.

"Yeah, the Bay Window's dead. And so are we." and she went out the window.

"Maya, I-"

"No, Riley. I'm done." As she walked up the stairs to the next balcony, I felt salty tears fall down my face. I was a monster, and my baby deserved better. Someone who was kind to their friends, and didn't kill The Bay Window.

*Smackle's Party*

I forced myself to go to the party. I needed to find Maya, apologize and find the father. He had to be there. I got in a blue dress and braided my hair. As I painted my nails a bright pink, my mother walked into my room.

"What are you getting ready for?" she asked.

"Shouldn't you know, Smackle is throwing a party at Topanga's." I said, laughing.

"I heard your conversation with Maya." she said, putting a couple dresses on my bed. "Are you hiding something, Riley, or did you just lash out because of another reason?"

"I, don't really wanna talk about this right now." I said as I finished my final nail. "What shoes should I wear?"

"Riley, you can keep hiding it, but it will have to come out sometime." she said walking out of the door. She then popped her head back in. "And the light brown boots. There really cute." I smiled but then remembered what she just said. It'll have to come out soon what I was hiding. But it's only been one day, I had time.

I walked inside the bakery. Maya and Lucas were sitting in a booth eating some cake. Zay was flirting some cheerleaders. And Smackle and Farkle were standing next to each other, Farkle's arm around her. I felt my face steaming. I stomped over to them.

"Hi Riley! Welcome to my party." Smackle said.

"Yeah, hi Smackle." I said, sounding a little rude. "Farkle, can we talk?" Farkle and Smackle looked at each other and then up at me.

"Uh, sure Riley." We walked outside and he scowled at me. "What is it?"

"You pig!" I slapped him, leaving a red mark on his cheek. "Getting me pregnant and then acting all boyfriend, girlfriend with Smackle!"