𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Pregnancy.

someone asked for a pregnancy part like last month so....here ya go.
I wrote this back in june, so I apologize for my shitty ass grammar. I also didnt spell check whatsoever, so I apologize.

you had a complicated relationship; you and JJ.
You hated each other—yet you also shared such a passionate connection with each other.
You'd fight constantly, yet five minutes later you would hook up on john b's incredibly uncomfortable couch.
You also liked JJ, really. He was passionate, truly passionate. He'd make you feel like the only girl on planet earth, which no other man could accomplish. He was special, so fucking special.

You were both sixteen when you both hooked up the first time. It was drunken sex. Yet, you both were sober enough to cherish the pleasurable moment shared together.
JJ came over to your apartment the next day, asking to do more together than just smoke weed and gossip about "who fucked who."
In other words, he asked you to be more than friends...well to be friends with benefits.
that meant to solely hook up. no dating, just sex.
you agreed, obviously. though you hated the JJ with a raging passion, he fucked you like no other, taking notes of what turned you on, and how to make you feel like a thousand bucks.

So you fucked....a lot. twice sometimes, shit maybe even three times in a row. you were never done when it come to JJ maybank.

you would often have sex drunkenly together. Either in the Volkswagen, or on john b's bed. Stupidly, you forgot one major thing. A condom.

That's how you ended up here.
In kie's bathroom, taking multiple pregnancy tests.
"you alright in there, y/n?" kie called from the kitchen, fetching a glass of water. you didn't answer, instead you nervously stared at the multiple tests laying on the bathroom sink.
"y/n?" she called, handing you the glass of water and wrapping her arm around your shoulder as a way to say "everything is going to be okay"
but was it? "could be better" you mumbled, pacing around the small bathroom. "do you know who's it is-"
you knew, yet you just shook your head in response. "i'll be here for you, no matter what. you know that, right?" you nodded, giving her a slight smile.

"i'm here"
you could hear the front door slam shut.

"shit, I forgot JJ was coming! UP HERE, J!" she yelled.

"JJ?"  you mumbled nervously. "yeah, I thought i'd invite him here for moral support. I know you hate him and all but-"

"He knows?"

kie nodded.

fuck.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.

"heyyyy, y/n."
JJ looked nervous. His face was red, his hair was an absolute mess. He looked incredibly tense. You could tell he was stressed, more than you even.

you could hear the iphone alarm from afar. Kie looked at you, nervously. "you ready, Y/N?" she smiled in reassurance. You shook your head. "hey kie...could you look for me?" you stuttered. she nodded, "of course."
JJ looked tense, rightfully so.
He knew, if that test turned out positive, that baby was his.
Kie took a deep breath, looking over at the several tests.

"positive. all of them." kie said, anxiously.

"shit." JJ mumbled.

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part two?