Found The Right One

I marched over to Kitty's apartment. My heels making that irritating click-clack sound. Well the pills did it I weigh 125 pounds and still gaining weight. You can defintely see me baby bump. -.- I opened the door to find Two-Bit laying on the couch in nothing but boxers. His hand down his pants and watching Mickey Mouse.
Me: God Two-Bit want to interest in a pair of I don't know pants?
Two-Bit: God Sandy ever heard of knocking?
Me: Nah overrated.
I click-clacked into Kitty's bedroom. I shook Kitty.
Me: Get up.
Kitty groaned.
Me: I said get the fuck up.
I started pulling her out of bed. She grabbed onto the metal posts.
Me: Kitty please.
She groaned. I laid down next to her. I pushed her out of bed.
Kitty: You got me I'm up.
Me: Come on get changed.
Kitty: Fuck you.
Kitty sleep walked over to her closet and pulled on a pair of shorts.
Kitty: I fuckin hate you.
Me: I really feel the love.
We got into my car and drove to our prison. Kitty fiddled around with the radio. We pulled up to our prison. I climbed out of the car with my back killing me with so much weight I'm carrying. Kitty sleepily climbed out. We walked into the room. A stick thin blonde lady flashed us such a false smile. We sat down on two stools as we looked at all the stick thin people around us.
Kelly: Well let's start with introductions. Your full name, what you will like to be called, a little about yourself.
She pointed a bony manicured finger at Kitty.
Kitty: Well hi I'm KitKat Sarah Curtis.
Everyone: Hiii KitKat.
Kitty glared at everyone.
Kitty: I would like to be called Kitty. Or whatever the fuck you want. I'm 18 years old. I have 3 siblings. Darry he is like twenty something. I really don't know or nor do I care. I have a 19 year old brother Sodapop, and I have a 16 year old brother Ponyboy.
Kelly: So Kitty why are you here?
Kitty: She dragged me here.
Kitty pointed at me. I felt like cracking up.
Me: Hi I'm Samantha Quinn Davis.
Everyone: Hiiiii Samantha.
Kitty cracked up like Samantha was the funniest name she ever heard. I got it legally changed so in your fuckin face Kitty.
Me: I like being called Sandy. I got my name legally changed to that. I'm 19 years old. Uhm yeah I have 5 siblings. Mark is 25, Leah is 21, Lexie is 16, Hannah is 16, and Adam is 16. I also have a daughter, Danielle.
Kelly: Uhm wow. How old were you when you had her?
Me: Uhm I was in my junior year. I was 16.
Kelly: And are you pregnant now?
Me: Yes I'm 3 almost 4 months pregnant with twins.
Kelly: Well congratulations.
I should have said no are you calling me fat bitch? Everyone did their intros.
Kelly: So Sandy why are you here?
Me: I started being bulimic at 15. I was a model I quit as soon as I got pregnant. I did lingerie, bikinis, and normal clothes. I was just pressured to be skinny then became bulimic. I've had a couple of scares before. Like in the hospital. Everyone thought I was going to die.
Kelly: Did you stop being bulimic when you got pregnant?
Me: First or second time?
Kelly: Both.
Me: No.
Kitty didn't say a word. We wrote notes saying that you're beautiful and all of that shit. Kitty drew a drawing of Kelly with a knife in her head. As soon as we were dimissed Kitty sprinted out of the room. I threw her my keys and she bolted to the car. I slumped my tote bag over my shoulder. My dress swayed against my knees. You could barely tell I'm pregnant in this. That lady must have a 6th sense or something. I bumped into a gorgeous guy. Beyond muscular, shaggy hair, and eyes that you fall in love with.
Mike: Shit I'm so sorry.
Me: It's okay really.
He helped me pick up my shit off the floor.
Mike: So what's your name?
Me: Sandy. You?
Mike: Mike. So why are you here?
Me: Bulimics anonymous.
Mike: Oh really? I'm picking my sister up from that right now.
Me: Cool.
Mike: I'm sorry if this sounds too forward or cheesy. But like you're one of the most prettiest girls I've ever laid eyes on. Would you go out with me tonight?
Me: Yeah I'd like that. Here's my number.
Mike: I'll pick you up at 7.
I flashed a smile and skipped away to pissed off Kitty. I dropped Kitty off at her apartment. I went back home spent time with Danielle. Baked cookies. Ate. Slept. I got ready for my date. I searched through my closet and found my light blue strapless dress. It compliments my eyes. :D. I did my make up and flipped my hair. The doorbell rang and I went into Mike's car.
Me: There's something you should know about me.
Mike: What?
Me: I'm pregnant.
Mike: What you mean like you have a boyfriend, fiancee, or husband.
Me: Nope. I mean my married ex knocked me up.
Mike: Listen it's okay. I like you that's all that matters.
We pulled up to the French restaurant. We ordered our food.
Me: So where do you live?
Mike: I just moved from Florida.
Me: Really I lived in Boca. Then Miami.
Mike: Really I lived in Miami too.
I love him. After we ate we kissed. And kissed. And kissed some more. He pulled up to my house.
Mike: I know we only had one date but I really REALLY like you.
Me: Me too.
Mike: Promise me we will do this again tomorrow?
Me: You got my word on that.
I gave him a good night kiss and went into the house.  I squealed in delight. I really like him I feel the thing I had with Soda and Sam. And baby it feels soooo good. I think he is the right one for sure.

He is the 4th one the one with the shaggy hair.