The Secret Pregnancy

Chapter 1

The entire car ride was silent. When we arrived at my house, I saw a note lying on the counter.

Hi Cheyenne! Your mother and I are spending the night in the country. Don't miss us too much! Love, Dad.xx

I sighed to myself. I'm not sure how much longer he will actually love me. I know the moment that my parents found out about the pregnancy, they wont be able to look at me. Michael was already in my living room by the time I put the note down. He had already picked out a movie and was curled up on my couch.

"Fault in Our Stars? Again?" I ask looking at him.

"Hey! I love Gus!" he said motioning for me to come sit with him before the movie started.

I walked over with a bowl of popcorn that I had grabbed from the kitchen earlier. We got half way through the movie before I broke down in tears. I wasn't just crying, I was sobbing.

"Cheyenne. Its okay. Its okay. Its just a movie."

Michael said trying to calm me down. But it wasn't just a movie. I wasn't crying because Gus was going to die of cancer. I always cried at the same part. Today is different.  I was crying because I fucked up my life. I'm pregnant. I'm too young to be a mother. I cant even bake fucking cookies without burning the house down.  I was still trying to be a kid myself and in nine months I would be raising one. I wasn't ready for this, my life barely started. The worst part is that as I was watching the movie, I realized I would never be able to find my Gus. Because nobody wants to date a stupid girl that got pregnant while she was drunk. I don't want to have a baby. I can't have a baby. Finally, I snapped back into reality. I wiped my tears off my face and looked at Michael. He looked at the time; it was three in the morning.

"Come on" he said helping me up. "Lets change into our pajamas and then we can go to sleep.".

When we got upstairs Michael took out his pajamas from my closet and went to change in my bathroom. He had been to my house so many times, he had his own section of my closet dedicated to him. I don't mind it. Sometimes I steal his shirts. I have most of my clothes at his house as well. When we were both changed, I laid down on my bed and Michael turned the lights off. He usually slept on the floor near my bed. Instead, he sat on the opposite side of the bed.

"Cheyenne?" he asked. I started to feel my eyes begin to water.

"What's going on?" he asked so quietly, I almost thought he was talking to himself.

" Michael." I said with silent tears already running down my cheeks. Even though we were in complete darkness, he knew I was crying so he came over and put his arm around me.

"I'm pregnant." I cried into his shoulder. He hugged me tighter and we just stayed there for a while. Soon enough, I looked up at him and I saw tears running down his face.

"Ashton's right?" And I nodded my head until I realized he probably couldn't see me.

"Yeah" I said.

"What are you going to do? Did you tell him?" he asked wiping his tears. I know he is trying to hide back some of his sadness.

"Yeah. I told him. He—He left after I told him. I don't know if I am even ready to—"

"He just left? Fucking asshole." Michael asked raising his voice a little bit. "Yeah." I said. I couldn't see him, but I could feel the anger coming from him. He was taking this hard. I was like a little sister to him.

"It's—It's going to be fine. Okay? It's going to be fine."

He said almost like he was convincing himself. I began crying even harder. Michael picked up his pillow from the floor and put it next to mine. Without saying anything, he laid down next to me and tried to calm me down.

"I'll support whatever you choose." He whispers to me before laying his head down. I thought about it for a moment. Whatever I choose?