"Are you alright in there?"
"Yes Greg."
"What's taking so long?"
"I've never peed on a stick before. God."
I heard him chuckling on the other side of the door.
"Shut up!" I said my face getting red.
"Sorry." he chuckled.
I opened the door.
"Here." I said shoving it at him.
"Ew!" he shouted dogging it.
I laughed.
"What's it say?" he asked.
"We have to wait for it to you know."
"Right." he sighed.
We sat on the bed. I placed the test on a napkin on top I my nightstand.
"Whatever happens... I love you." he said, placing a hand on my knee.
"Greg. If your working on make up sex already, it can wait."
He leaned in and kissed me.
"Greg... I..." I spoke between kisses.
He pressed into me pushing me back on the bed.
"Greg..."
"Oh, come on... You... know you... want to." he said between breaks.
"Greg... Baby." I tried.
"Yes... sweetie?"
"No... Baby...the test." he stopped and pulled away.
"Right." he sighed and used a tissue to pick it up.
"Come on, the pee is dry. You baby."
He was quiet.
"What? What is it?" I panicked.
"I-I can't tell."
"What?"
"It looks like a negative, but the positive line is fading in and out. Like its not sure."
"What? Greg it's a test! It has to be sure!"
"Yea but-"
"That's like debating if a kid should get 100% or zero on a test!" I yelled freaking out.
"It's alright."
"No it's not! What if I'm pregnant?! In high school! Oh god people are gonna ask so many questions!"
"Y/n."
"What?!" I yelled.
He showed it to me.
"Oh god."
