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Star's P.O.V.


"Are you sure you wanna tell your parents?" CeCe asks for like the 20th time today. "You know what CeCe, now I don't know anymore." She lets out a small laugh then says, "I'm just saying. I mean, your parents are gonna freak out. Why not just have it and you and Billie run away or something." I let out a loud, sarcastic laugh. "CeCe you're not really helping." "Well excuse me." She hands me yet another sleeper.


"I'm sorry, why are we here again? We don't even know the gender yet." I say, finally coming to the realization that we've been in this store for over 30 minutes picking out baby clothes. "That's why we're...getting...both!" I sigh and roll my eyes. "Well can we at least go eat?" CeCe cuts her eyes at me. "Fat ass. Of course, we can." "Suck my dick." I flip her off and walk away as I get an incoming call from Billie.


"Hello?"

"Hey, baby. How are you?"

"I'm good, ig."

"Wyd?"

"With CeCe's crackhead ass."

*laughs* "Oh ok. How did the session with your therapist go?"

"Uh it was ok.. turns out I have postpartum depression and it's common with pregnant women."

"oh wow. I'm so sorry you have to go through this."

"It's fine ig...you still coming for dinner tomorrow?"

*sigh* "Ummm I'm hella nervous but I'm gonna be there."

"Okay...me and CeCe are gonna get some food and then we'll be over there."

"Ok..I'll see you guys in a little bit. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."


"Ugh, you guys make me sick."  CeCe says while making a fake gagging noise. I laugh and tell her to shut the fuck up. "So are you and that boy really over with?" "Actually, no. We still talk. He told me it was a family issue going on." I nod and shrug. "And you believed him?" "Well yeah. I don't think he would lie about that. You think he's lying?" I laugh and shake my head.


"Calm down bozo. It was just a question." "You know what? Fuck you. That's why I'm not getting your food." "CeCe don't do that...you know I'm hungry." I whine. She laughs and makes her way to the counter.


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