What the BF4E Girls Would Look Like as Real People...

Madeline

 Meaghan Martin & Kelli Gloss

 Lizzie

 Samantha Boscarino & Ashley Rickards

 Debra

 Cymphonique Miller & Samantha Jade

 Andrea

 Francia Raisa & Adrienne Bailon

 Skye

 Taylor Momsen & Hayden Pannetiere

Volume 4 Coming Right Up...

Hello, whoever is reading this right now,

I have written three volumes on BF4E so far and I just began writing for Volume 4. My plan for this blog is to write as many stories as I can until I have to hit an abrupt stop. And by "stop", I mean "college". I am filling out applications to see which college will accept me and when that goal is met, and I should be notified by January, I may have to stop writing this blog. However, I am not saying that Volume 4 is the last volume. I basically need this blog to aid me in improving my writing skills, hoping my more advanced literature will help draw in more readers. If you read my blog, please tell other people about it. I know that I am doing so well and it would be a privilege if more people could read my improvements compared to the first volume.

Okay, so Volume 4 will not be seen until the last week of November. However, since Halloween is in a month, I might write a special story based on that concept. So before October 31, before aware of that. But the first official story will be in November. While writing, I will try to be more funnier because that is the focus: comedy. I will try to be better at description, which I promised in the first paragraph. A little spoiler alert for the next volume: love is definitely in the air yet somebody cheats. Somebody becomes famous, somebody dies and the last story of the volume will determine whether this blog will go on or not. There will 20 stories like last time so 100 chapters in total.

Just because my first story won't be until the end of October 31 doesn't mean you still can't visit my blog. I will still post some things for additional entertainment purposes. I can't wait until late November where the girls will start their first year of school as seniors. See you then!

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Independence Day (Chapter 5)

After almost an hour, Andrea was spending time with her new friend on a bench far away from the crowd. All she did was persistently chat with him since they both seemed interested. Once Andrea looked at his attractive face with big, brown eyes and mesmerizing smile, Andrea knew that she didn't want to walk away from him.
"Where are you from?" the guy asked with a Jersey accent.
"New York but I was born in Puerto Rico."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I lived in New York for seven years before my family moved to Laguna."
"I knew I was getting a bit of a J-Lo vibe from you."
"Oh, stop it. I-- I don't-- I'm not anything like J-Lo. Besides, my mom is Mexican so..."
"Yeah and so was Selena."
"You got me there. You got me there, Marty. Thank you, though. So where are you from?"
"New Jersey."
"Oh, I guessed from the accent."
"That always gives it away."
Andrea giggled.
"You know, you got a great laugh."
"No, I don't. I mean I do but I don't."
"No, you do. It's really sexy."
"No, it's not. It is but it's not."
"Andrea!" a male voice called.
She turned around, only to see her ex-boyfriend, Kevin, approaching the two from ten feet.
Andrea turned back around. "Oh, Jesus..."
Kevin leaned against the bench from behind. "Hello, guys. What's up?"
"Nothing, Kevin," Andrea said through her teeth.
"Who are you?" he asked Marty.
"I'm Marty," he responded.
"Like the giraffe from Madagascar?"
"I guess."
"You know, you kinda look like him since you have a long neck and you're covered in splotches."
"Some people like to compare me to Gloria," spilled Andrea, "because if I sit on you, I'd be killing you." She stared hard and coldly at Kevin.
"You're not heavy enough."
"Kevin, why are you here?" Andrea stood up and faced him.
"Chrissy invited me."
"That doesn't mean you have to bug me."
"I'm not bugging you."
"Yes, you are! Look at me-- I'm bugged!"
"I just want you back."
"Kevin, you need to understand that I don't want you anymore."
"But I--"
"But nothing. Listen, I broke up with you the first time because you made me feel unwanted. And now that you want me, I don't feel the same way. Please, you'd be doing yourself a favor if you stop pursuing me. Plus, you're popular and good-looking; anyone would be lucky to have you. You just need to move on because I already have."
Kevin dropped his shoulders. "You're right. I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll leave you alone now."
"Thanks, Kevin."
Kevin shortly smiled before turning around and walking away, slow like a zombie. Andrea sat back down next to Marty who fully gave her his attention.          

An hour into the party, the teenagers barely budged. Yet their attention was paid towards something else when they all heard a high-pitched noise of something being shot up into the air. They looked up and gazed upon the electric green that burst within the black sky, causing an echoing pop sound. More colors exploded in the sky: aquamarine blue, fire orange, grape purple, Christmas red. The fireworks put a glow on the teens' attentive faces. Some of them cheered at the beauty that painted the night. And although the sky was covered in nothing but busted light, everybody at Chrissy's party felt that every firework came with different kinds of love which sprinkled upon the kids as each firework faded away. Madeline and Debra squeezed each other, reminding themselves the importance of their friendship. Skye shared her first kiss with her boyfriend, Jeffrey, as they wrapped their arms around each other. DeMarcus embraced Lizzie by the neck from behind and rocked her back and forth as he kissed her on the cheek. Lizzie softly gripped his arms while grinning like no other. And Marty offered to take Andrea away. So he held Andrea by the hand and led her to his car which was parked from afar.

Independence Day (Chapter 4)

An hour later, the girls got into Madeline's car and she drove them twenty minutes to the open field by the supermarket. They sung along to pop radio on their way there to pump themselves up. Madeline parked on fresh grass next to other cars when she got there. The girls got out of the car, gazing upon the crowd of teenagers attending the bash who were standing by a smoking grill and blankets on the ground. The girls walked together further into the field.
"Hey, girls," Chrissy approached the five.
The girls stopped.
"Hey, Chrissy," Madeline greeted.
"Glad you girls came," admitted Chrissy. "I have a friend who is going to set off the best fireworks that you guys have never seen."
"Really?" asked Lizzie.
"Really. So enjoy yourselves and have some barbecue."
"Oh, I don't eat barbecue," said Debra.
"Geez, Debbie, live a little." Chrissy tucked a long lock of her brown hair behind her ear. She turned around and walked away from the girls.
"Since when does she call me Debbie?"
"It doesn't matter," said Madeline. "Let's just get out there."
The girls began walking again closer into the party.
"Hey, Skye," Jeffrey waved from the distance.
"Hey!" Skye responded, parting herself from the girls. She sprinted a few yards towards her boyfriend. When she got close enough to him, she hugged him then walked away with him, hand in hand.
"Well, Skye's busy," said Andrea.
"I'm happy for her," confessed Madeline. "She has finally found someone. And he's quiet so he can never talk back."
Lizzie stopped, with her friends still walking, when she felt several taps on her shoulder. She turned and spotted a handsome, teenage African American boy in a blue and black striped sweater.
"Hi," he grinned, bearing his sparkly white teeth.
"Hey, black guy," Lizzie replied.
He chuckled awkwardly. "Black guy has a name."
"Oh, of course. Sorry, what's your name?"
"My name's DeMarcus."
"Oh, I've heard of you. My friend says that you've been eyeing me at school."
"Well, your friend is right."
"But why have you been eyeing me? You don't know me."
"You're right about that. I'm sorry; I'll stop eyeing you if it bothers you."
"No, it's okay. I like to be eyed."
"You do? Then I'll keep eyeing you. In fact, I'm eyeing you right now."
Lizzie giggled. "You know, my favorite letter is I."
"Really? My favorite letter is D."
"Why?"
"Because it's part of my name, DeMarcus."
"Oh! My name is Lizzie, by the way."
"I'm DeMarcus."
"I know."
"I know, too. I just wanted you to know."
"You wanted me to know that you know?"
"No, I wanted to know that you know so I'd know."
"Wait, what do I know?"
"I don't know. But I know you're beautiful."
"Oh, I know."

While Lizzie was having the "perfect" conversation with her new friend, DeMarcus, the rest of the girls were having one of their regular conversations.
"That guy has been checking you out ever since we got here," Madeline told Andrea while pointing at a guy far away with very tan skin and dark, short gelled hair.
Andrea scoffed. "Please, what would I do with a guido?"
"Oh, come on. You liked Pauly D."
"Yeah but where's Pauly D now?"
"DJing and-- and taking care of his biological baby. But that guy is not Pauly D, okay? It's not like you're waiting on Kevin Christie."
Andrea began chuckling. "Oh, please. I don't want Kevin no more."
"Then grab some dulce, Candy Andy."
"You're right!"
Andrea sprinted away towards the guy who was ogling her nonstop.
"He has so much gel in his hair," commented Debra.
"I know," Madeline agreed. "I should've sent Andrea off to somebody else."

Independence Day (Chapter 3)

Once the fourth of July came, the girls were all ready for anything. Madeline got the approval from her friend, Chrissy, to come to her party for Independence Day. So Madeline told the girls before the day came. So in the afternoon, the girls prepared themselves to look like the most fashionable girls that they were. Madeline told them that when they were ready, they could stop by her house so she could just drive them to the bash. Around five, all of the girls have arrived and hung out in Madeline's bedroom.
 "Girls, as much as I want to hang out with you all," started Skye, "but I invited Jeffrey so I might spend most of my time at the party with him."
"That's fine," said Madeline. "It's understandable that you want some alone time with your boyfriend."
"Just because he's my 'boyfriend' doesn't mean you have to call him my boyfriend."
"That's exactly what that means."
"Whatever."
"What would he address himself as?" asked Andrea. "Your pretty pal who you make out with from time to time?"
"That has a ring to it."
Andrea rolled her eyes and chuckled.
"Do you know if Warren will be at the party?" asked Lizzie, interlocking her fingers.
"No but DeMarcus will," responded Madeline.
"De-who-cus?"
"DeMarcus. He was the new quarterback of our school's football team. Rumor has it that he's been eyeing you."
"Why would he be eyeing me if he doesn't know me?"
"Because that's how crushes start. Sometimes love at first sight."
"Oh, I believe in love at first sight. But he can't love me; I don't know him."
"I didn't say he loved you. I'm just saying try to look for him and give him a chance."
Abruptly, muffled Latin music began playing. The girls turned their heads to Andrea as she pulled her cell phone out of her jeans' pocket. She looked at the bright screen and groaned. She answered the call and pressed the phone against her ear.
She said, "Kevin, if you call me again, I'm going to come to your house with a cheese grater."
She hung up then buried her phone in her arms as she crossed them.
"Why would you come to Kevin's house with a cheese grater?" questioned Lizzie. "Are you going to make pizza with him?"
"Sure, Lizzie."
"You still won't forgive Kevin?" asked Debra.
Andrea tucked her phone back into her pocket. "No, he's a dog. And I don't date dogs; I date wolves."
"A wolf is a dog."
"I know what a wolf is."
"If he's calling sixty times a day, maybe he's seriously sorry," said Madeline.
"I don't care if he's sorry. I broke his heart once so I'm not afraid to break it again."
"You can't be angry at him forever."
"Look, maybe one day, one day I'll get back together with him. But it's not now, it's not tomorrow, it's not ever."
"Then how are you going to get back together with him if you won't ever?" asked Lizzie.
"Because-- I don't know. Don't ask me so many questions."
"I asked you two."

Independence Day (Chapter 2)

After all of the girls were called, they went on with their separate lives. Andrea was especially hanging out in her bedroom, organizing the shirts in the middle drawer of her dresser. After taking out all of the shirts and folding half of them, she heard music all of a sudden. It was her ringtone, "Papi" by Jennifer Lopez, blasting from her cell phone was which lighting up on her bed covered in leopard printed sheets. She stopped what she was doing and walked over to her phone. She looked at the screen, reading the name, "Kevin". She rolled her eyes and groaned before answering the call.
"What's up?" she responded.
"Hey, Andrea," Kevin replied.
"What do you want?"
"You."
"Heh, I think I'm more of a 'who' than a 'what'."
"Sorry."
"Really, what it is?"
"I just wanted to apologize."
"You apologized forty-three times. You think I'm going to just forgive you the forty-fourth time?"
"What about the forty-fifth time?"
"No, Kevin."
"But I'm actually sorry."
"That doesn't mean I should accept your apology. You said you liked me then flirted with another girl in front of me."
"I know; it was wrong. I only dig you, baby."
"As sweet as that sounds, I don't dig you anymore so you should drop it and look for Pamela 'Blanderson' since you wanted her so much."
"I don't want her... anymore."
"Oh, so you actually wanted her? No, get off the phone."
"Come on, baby. Give me another chance. I mean don't you want to be with the junior prom king?"
"Just because you're royalty means I have to come crawling back to you?"
"No but think about it."
"Oh, I've already thought about it. And I think that you should stay far away from me."
"Come on--"
"No, stay far away from me."
"We have to go to school together. I can't stay far away from you any longer."
"You can take a shortcut."
"I don't know any shortcuts."
"Then when school starts, wear a cup."
Andrea hung up on Kevin then chucked her phone on the bed.

Independence Day (Chapter 1)

Madeline got up from her neat bed and began dialing on her pink cell phone. She then held the phone up to her ear.
"Hello?" Lizzie responded from the phone.
"You don't sound so excited," said Madeline.
"I'm always excited. Maybe it's because I was eating grapes."
"Probably. So I got some news for you."
"Some new news?"
"That's why they call it 'news'."
"Oh!"
"See, I heard that my not-so-close friend, Chrissy, is throwing an Independence Day party at an open field by the supermarket. So I'm going to call her to see if we're invited. And I know she'll invite us 'cause we're awesome."
"Is the Independence Day party on the fourth of July?"
Madeline scrunched her forehead. "Yes."
"Oh, okay."
"Why? Are you busy that day?"
"Well, I thought we decided to see that movie, 'Syphilis', on July fourth."
"You mean Selfless?"
"The one with Ryan Gosling?"
"Ryan Reynolds."
"They're different people?"
"Look, Lizzie, we can see that movie on your birthday. Doesn't that sound better?"
"Yeah, that's fair."
"Can you tell the rest of the girls about the party? I'm about to take a bath and my skin really needs it."
"Sure, Mads."
"Thanks, Liz'."
"Wait! Ryan Gosling is with Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds is with Eva Mendes, right?"
"It's the other way around."
"Blake Lively is with Eva Mendes?"
"Lizzie, I really got to go."

Oh, Brother... (Chapter 5)

After a few minutes with her family, Lizzie asked to go to check on her friends to tell her what happened. Her parents let her go so she walked through the hallway which seemed to be more clear than it did earlier. She walked out into the lobby to see the girls still sitting in their seats. They were having a conversation until they saw Lizzie. She walked closer to them with a happy face.
"Hey, Lizzie," Madeline said, standing up. "What happened?"
"My brother arrived," she answered.
"He was successfully delivered?" inquired Debra.
"Yes, he was."
"Oh, Lizzie, that's amazing," said Madeline.
She gave Lizzie a hug, encouraging the rest of the girls to get up and share a squeeze with Lizzie. She giggled out of joy, knowing that her brother will have more sisters as long as her best friends were around. After several seconds, all of the girls let go.
"What's his name?" asked Debra.
"His name is Dallas," Lizzie answered.
"Very non-Christian," commented Andrea.
"I know, right? I think they're loosening up."
"How much does he weigh?" asked Skye.
"Three pounds, fifty-one ounces."
"Okay."
"Fifty-one is a lot."
"It is."
"But he's really cute."
"Aw, I want to see him," Madeline requested.
"You guys should wait to see him tomorrow. I heard waiting makes someone look even cuter."
"She's right," agreed Andrea. "I hadn't seen a picture of Zac Efron in three weeks. When I finally did, it was like angels calling."
"What was seeing your brother for the first time like?" asked Debra.
"It was like," started Lizzie, "breathing in a new kind of gasp of air. You know? It was like inhaling and exhaling the freshest oxygen that you never thought existed. It's like the air that is only found in meadows and not usual meadows. The meadows that are more like gardens but only the sky waters the flowers. And all of the flowers are different so there is a variety of colors. The colors are so bright and all over the place that the meadow looks a deformed rainbow. But that's what makes it even more beautiful. Is that what was seeing your brother like, Debbie?"
Debra paused. "No, it was more like someone dropping a big berry pie on the floor."
Skye made a face. "What?"
"I saw my brother for the first time while my mom was giving birth to him."
Madeline gasped. "Ew!"
"Wow, lucky me," Lizzie gloated with a grin.

Oh, Brother... (Chapter 4)

Lizzie and the girls waited an hour in the lobby. It gave Lizzie some time to think about all the possibilities that could happen to her life if her mother goes through with the delivery or not. All the girls could think about was if Lizzie is alright and would she be alright once she was done waiting. Then a middle-aged doctor with dark hair approached the girls.
"Which one of you is Lizzie?" he asked.
"I am she," Lizzie raised her arm.
"Come with me."
Lizzie glanced at her friends before getting up. She followed the tall doctor into the hallway out of the lobby. She passed other doctors and nurses and poker-faced family members. In just under a minute, the doctor stopped and opened a door. He gestured for Lizzie to go inside it first. She entered with the doctor coming in and spotted something like sunshine. It was a sleeping, clean baby wrapped in a blue blanket, resting in her mother's arms. Her mother smiled at her as Lizzie stood in shock. She walked closer to the hospital bed her mom was lying in with blue bed sheets over her legs. Lizzie rested her hands on the railing, staring at the adorable, pink-skinned baby.
"Meet your brother, Lizzie," her mother uttered in a weak voice. "His name is Dallas."
Lizzie smiled and waved at the baby. "Hello, Dallas."
"The name Kansas reminded your dad of Dallas."
Lizzie's father shrugged while smiling under his dark, thick mustache.
"Because they're cities of the same state?" Lizzie inquired.
Her mother dropped her smile and made a confused look to herself.
"Can I hold him?"
"I don't know, sweetie," her mother responded.
"I'm not clumsy."
"You dropped your car keys... several times."
"'Cause I was nervous."
"Are you nervous now?"
"I'm cool."
Lizzie's mom sighed. "Alright."
Slowly, her mother moved her arms toward the left. Lizzie reached out and tucked her hands into her mother's arms. Carefully, she began wrapping her arms around the baby and lifted him out of her mother's arms. She stood up straight while looking at her brother's sleeping face. He had his mother's cheeks, his father's ears and Lizzie's nose.
"Hi, Dallas," she whispered before giggling. "I'm your sister, Lizzie. My real name's Elizabeth but I'll let you call me Lizzie. I'm seventeen years older than you, meaning in three years, I'll be old enough to move out. So I won't see you for very long. But I'm going to make the time I have worth it, okay? I'm really nice once you get to know me. I have four friends which is a lot. One day, you'll have four friends just like me. But I'm going to be your best friend. Actually, it's probably illegal to be your best friend since I'm really older than you. But we'll make it work. Gosh, you're so cute. You're fantabulous. Sorry, I shouldn't utter big words to you. I've been saying that word for a long time and I still don't know how to spell it. But if you need help with anything, I will be there. Except for history homework; I can't help you there."
"What?" said Lizzie's mother.
"Shh! He's sleeping. Anyway, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." Lizzie's eyes began to water and her voice became quivery. "I'm going to be very protective because I never been a sister before. I mean my friends call me their sister but it doesn't count. But this, this counts. This matters. I'm going to be like a second mom except I won't breastfeed you. That's weird and I like my boobs."
Lizzie's father cleared his throat, notifying that her parents were still in the room.
Lizzie looked up. "Sorry, dad." She looked back down. "Where was I? Oh, yeah. No matter what you do, I will always love you. I will love you unconditionally until the day I die or until Jesus kills us all. But whatever happens, I'm there for you. You could stab me in the leg and I'll still love you. You know why? Because I'm forgiving so you don't have to worry. I'm your sister, your big sister. And I'll never let you down. Like that Rita Ora song. Once you hear it, you'll love it. But you're a boy so you'll probably like gangsta rap or something. Mom and Dad won't let you listen to it anyway because they think it's against God. But you'll probably listen to it at school or something."
"Alright, Lizzie, that's enough," said her mother, sitting up.
"Okay, just a 'seccy'. I'm going to give you to your mother now. She's going to love you, even if you switch religions. Because she's a mother and not loving you would be a sin. Dad will do the same. And never forget this... Oh, you probably will because you're a baby. But I'm going to say it anyway: I'm there. I'm square. Which is so not true because I'm round than square but you get it. I love you, Dallas."
Gingerly, Lizzie handed back her baby brother by leaning over the bed. Her mother reached her arms out and wrapped her arms around the baby. Lizzie slowly let her arms go as her mother got a good, safe grip on the baby. Her mother held the baby while rocking him as Lizzie stood up straight.
"That was sweet of you, Lizzie," her mother said. "And Jesus is not going to kill us all."
Lizzie sniffled. "That's not what the church says."

Oh, Brother... (Chapter 3)

Right after, Lizzie used her red car and the help of a GPS to drive her mother to the nearest hospital. Once they got there, Lizzie helped her mother out of the car and walked through the doors. After arriving at the front desk, the doctors immediately took her away, leaving Lizzie to sit in the waiting room. First, she called her father to tell him that his wife was going into labor. Then, she called all of her friends to comfort her. It took a half an hour for all of the girls to arrive at the hospital. Individually, they hugged Lizzie and sat near her in the empty chairs.
"I'm so, so glad you guys are here," she said. "I need the company, especially since my dad isn't here yet."
"Where is your dad?" asked Skye.
"He was at work when I called him. Where he works is sorta far so it has to take him a minute to get here now."
"How was your mom doing before she came here?" asked Madeline.
"Nothing good. She was crying and wetting herself."
"Ew," uttered Andrea.
"She was peeing on herself like that time I did when you guys put my hand in a bowl of water when I was sleeping."
"That was funny," smiled Skye.
"There's nothing funny about peeing on yourself. My mom was in pain; it was probably hard for her to hold it in."
"You're right. Sorry."
"But then she farted and I laughed a little bit."
Andrea snickered, just a bit.
"But she was making a mess in my car so it became unfunny again."
"Ugh!" Madeline made a face of disgust. "Remind me to not call shotgun when we get in your car sometime."
"When have we ever gotten into Lizzie's car?" asked Andrea.
"That's not important," Debra replied. "What's important is that your mother is okay."
"I hope she is," said Lizzie. "I have no idea. I just hope she and the baby are okay. He's not even due yet."
"That happens to some women," said Madeline.
"To be informed of the wrong date?"
"No, besides, those dates are predictions. Yet sometimes, babies are just born earlier than they're supposed to. Got it?"
"Yeah, I get it... that doctors are psychics. Wow, do you think they know when the cure for cancer will arrive?"
Madeline paused and stared at Lizzie. "No," she responded.
Lizzie clicked her teeth and pressed her back against the padded chair. She soon jumped out of the chair when she finally saw her father come in. The two walked toward each other.
"Hi, sweetie," he greeted. "Where's your mother?"
"In a delivery room, getting tubes inserted into her skin," answered Lizzie.
"Hi, Mister Duvall," Madeline waved.
Lizzie's dad looked at the girls, who all waved at him. He waved back, awkwardly.
"Where were you?" asked Lizzie.
"I got stuck in traffic," her dad responded.
"That is no excuse! Mom was in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Pain before I drove her to the hospital. I thought the baby was going to deliver himself."
"I'm sorry, I--"
"Don't say sorry to me. Mom needs someone and I don't want to see her naked. So you go in there and be there for her as part of your fatherly and husband-ly duty. You got that?"
"I got it."
"You got that?!"
"I got it."
"Now run to her."
Lizzie's father bolted away across the lobby.
"Run to her like Adam Levine in that Maroon 5 video! You get to her!"
Her father zipped pass two nurses into the hallway which contained the emergency rooms.

Oh, Brother... (Chapter 2)

Later that day, Lizzie went downstairs into the kitchen to keep her pregnant mother company. Her mother was making coffee through a machine that sat on top of the lower cabinets. Lizzie greeted her before sitting on a stool at the counter.
"Mom, does that have caffeine?" she asked.
Her mother looked at her. "No, sweetie."
"Because you know how babies shouldn't have caffeine."
"How do you know that?"
"I did some research. Did you know the baby boom occurred in 1946, right after Elvis Presley died?"
Lizzie's mother raised an eyebrow. "I think he died a little later than that."
"Of course you would know that. You're old."
Her mother stared at her.
"Not that old if you're pregnant."
"Sure, Lizzie." Her mother paid attention to the coffee machine which surged fresh black coffee into the glass jar under the nozzle.
"When is the baby due again?"
"In a few weeks."
"I felt like you told me the news just yesterday."
"I probably did."
Lizzie laughed. "But seriously, this is happening so fast. But that's a good thing for me because I can hardly wait."
"I remember when you didn't want me and your dad to have a baby."
"Well, times have changed. I'd gotten older."
"Not that much older."
"I'm growing every day. Still, I'd gotten older and passed it. Now I can't wait."
Once the machine finished brewing, Lizzie's mother took the jar out of it and began pouring the coffee into a pink mug. "I'm so glad we're on the same page," she shared. "Now we don't have to send you to Sunday school."
"Please, you should go to Sunday school for doing the nasty."
"You're allowed to do 'the nasty' whenever you want after marriage."
"Well, I hope you didn't abuse that rule."
"Look, can we continue talking about the baby?" Lizzie's mother asked, picking up her mug and facing her daughter.
"Okay. So I've been thinking of names to give my brother. I came up with Kansas, Cleo, Lucy, Hannah and Diane. Don't give me any credit; I got those names from a movie."
"Those are girl names."
"Huh, I guess when I was watching the movie, the names did come from girls. Okay, you don't have to name him Cleo."
"Very nice of you, Lizzie, but I think I'll just name him."
Lizzie's mother raised her mug towards her lips and took a slow sip of the coffee. But just after a few seconds, her eyes widened. She spit the coffee back into the mug then dropped it on the floor, breaking into pieces. Lizzie's mother yelped in agony while holding her big stomach.
"It's okay, mom," said Lizzie. "You can always get another mug."
"No, it's not that," her mother moaned. "My water broke."
"That's fine; I'll just call a plumber." Lizzie hopped off the stool.
"No, the baby's coming."
Lizzie took a few steps closer to her mother. "The baby's coming?"
"The baby's coming!"
"The baby's coming!"
"The baby's coming!"
Lizzie hopped. "Oh, oh, do you want me to drive you to the hospital?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay, okay."
Lizzie locked her arm with her slouching mother's arm and helped her walk out of the kitchen.
"Wow, Diane, you couldn't wait any longer?" Lizzie asked, looking at her mom's stomach.

Oh, Brother... (Chapter 1)

"What are you doing?" Lizzie asked into her red cell phone.
"I'm letting the polish on my toenails dry," Madeline responded through the phone. "So while I'm doing that, I'm playing with Crystal."
"You should bring Crystal over sometime."
"Your parents wouldn't mind?"
"No, they like dogs. They thought about getting one."
"Why didn't they?"
"Because they want a rottweiler. I want a jujitsu like yours."
"It's called a shih tzu."
"Isn't that a bad word?"
Madeline paused. "No."
"Oh, okay."
"But you don't really need a dog. You're going to get a pet pretty soon."
"How do you know? Are my parents surprising me?"
"No, I'm talking about the brother you'll be having."
"Oh, yeah. Wait, he isn't a pet. Of course we have to feed him and bathe him and teach him some things... Oh, my goodness. Babies are basically pets!"
"Yeah, I was joking about the 'pet' part, Lizzie."
"But it's so true. Even when you joke, you're still right."
"I know, right?"
"But yeah, I can't wait until my brother comes."
"You can't?"
"Nope, I'm really excited." Lizzie laid on her bed flat on her stomach. "My whole life is going to change once he comes."
"Yes, it will."
"I've been an only child for so long, I couldn't even imagine having a brother or sister. And watching TV where brothers and sisters fought with each other kinda scared me a bit. But I'm totally cool with it now and once I see him, I'm going to instantly love him."
"That's good, Liz'. That's how you should feel."
"As he grows up, we'll do everything together. I'll dress him up, have tea parties with him, put makeup on him, watch rom-coms with him. Everything, really."
"Yeah, boys don't do that."
"Alright, we can skip the makeup part. Still, I'm pretty excited."
"Are you going to hold him?"
"Of course I'm going to hold him. I'm going to squeeze him so hard."
"You shouldn't really do that."
"I'm going to be really excited."
"Yeah but-- Just take some time to calm down before you hold him."
"Okay. Gotcha. Man, I'm going to be standing right there when my mother gives birth to him."
"Wait, you're going to be right there?"
"Yeah."
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Well, I've never seen a woman giving birth before."
"Doesn't mean you should start. Listen, just sit in a chair beside your mom and just wait until the baby is out."
"I think I can do that. Oh, man, I'm going to be a sister."
"I think you'll make a pretty decent sister."
"Thanks, Mads."