"This is a disaster. My moms gonna kill me."
Summer was in the midst of panicking after three pregnancy tests had come up positive.
"Summer, I need you to sit down and breathe because I don't need you passing out."
"Lizzie, my mom's gonna kill me. I'm not even joking. I did exactly what she told me not to and now I'm gonna be in so much trouble."
Lizzie just sighed, grabbing onto Summer's hands to stop her pacing, "Summer, please, just breathe. You don't have to tell her right now, you don't even have to tell her tomorrow. Just relax. I get it, you're young. And this probably wasn't what you wanted right now. But you can't change anything, so just take a breath."
"Ok, it's fine. I just need to go call Andrew. Right after I throw up." Summer had turned quickly, rushing to the bathroom, Lizzie following quickly behind her to hold her hair back.
Scarlett had walked into their hotel room, turning to see her daughter throwing up.
"You ok, baby?"
Summer held up a thumbs up to tell her mom that she was fine.
"She'll be fine," Lizzie had reassured, "I'm sure she just ate something she shouldn't."
"Babe, you sure you're gonna be ok for the premiere?"
Summer just shrugged as she stood up, "I'll survive, it's not a big deal."
Scarlett shared a look with Lizzie who shrugged, "Honey-"
"Mom, my dog is gonna be in a suit and he's excited about it, ok? I can't miss this."
Scarlett sighed, "Ok, honey."
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Summer (1)
FanfictionShe may be the oldest daughter Of the most famous woman in the world, but that doesn't mean her life's perfect. Her life is the farthest thing from perfect and there's practically nothing she can do about it
