You Fill My Heart

Chasing Cars

There it was the two solid parallel lines crossing themselves together to form a big, bright pink plus sign. "W-w-what?"

Amy started to cry again, letting all the tears escape her eyes in massive heaps, her heart slowly starting to chip in pieces. "I'm pregnant..."

Ricky's eyes were still fixated directly on the object in his hands, staring at that pink plus sign until his vision began to blur.

He could hear Amy speaking to him, but none of her words registered in his mind. His head was screaming at him to say something, anything that would make the girl, wracking with sobs in front of him, feel better about what she just told him.

Silence passed between them.

"Ricky... will you... p-pl-please s-say s-something?" she choked out between sobs.

His eyes met hers, seeing the tears slide down her face as he fought the ones starting to make their way down his. "How?" was all he said at first, looking from Amy, to the pregnancy test, to their bed then back at her. "But we- we used-... and you,-" he pointed in her direction "-you're on the-... and it's- it's been a week since-... what-... how-..." he stuttered with lone stray tears sliding down his own face.

"I-I-I don-n't k-nn-ooww" she sobbed covering her face with her hands. He swallowed hard, lying the test down on their end table by the bed, before going to her and wrapping his arms around her as she sobbed into his chest.

They just stood there for a few minutes, just holding each other before Ricky broke the silence.

"I- I need some- some air" he muttered lightly, breaking their embrace.

"Ricky please..." she pleaded, wiping the discarded tears from her cheeks.

"Amy..." He touched her elbow gently, "I need this..." wrapping one arm across her torso, "I'll be back...", giving her left shoulder a light squeeze, his eyes closed, "promise..." kissing her hair before letting her body go and walking out the door.

She sighed, chewing on her bottom lip while staring up at the ceiling with teary eyes.

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His footsteps tapped against the cracked pavement of the sidewalk; wiping away the beads of sweat that had gathered on his neck from the humid august air, blowing air from his cheeks as he reached his destination.

He stood before a rickety old park bench: the paint worn, the wood broken in several places, the screws beginning to stick out of their place- the old bench in all its glory.

Ricky sat slowly, careful to avoid the splintery part of the wood- last thing he needed was to return home to Amy with a splinter up his ass, he could only image how that conversation would go- thinking about it, he chuckled, patting the worn wood gently with his right palm.

Sitting in the calm of the night Ricky began to think about Amy, did he really just walk out on her again? Here she was confused and scared and emotional no doubt and he just walked out, he was an idiot.

His thoughts were interrupted when he spotted a figure making their way toward the nearby oak tree.

The figure was tall and lanky, slouched against the tree, the green spray painted letters hidden behind his head, a long white stick between his fingers- a cigarette no doubt.

The teen could feel the stranger's eyes on him as he tried to squint through the darkness of the night- noticing a few familiar things about the figure staring at him. Cautiously he started to approach the bench, not wanting to start any kind of trouble, but wanting to put a face to the figure wringing their hands in the darkness.