YOU ARE TOXIC. (bxb)

Miami 🌴

(hello guys, haven't posted in a while and I know the story is about to have a big turn, some might stop reading but it's for the PLOT guys. Idk what to do with this story but make it ridiculous but yeah sorry again tysm 7.33k reads seriously <3)

Andrew POV:

A couple of weeks have passed and I'm now finished with school, though my dad insists on paying my college tuition. Which I have no problem with. I'm soon going to move out of my dad's house and find a job. I just don't know how to tell him.

Nothing is wrong! Coming here was a great choice. Miami is great! The school was great! New people are great...Ugh...I wish it was that simple.

Every day I think about Kevin, it's selfish but I still miss him, and every time I look at the TV I see him on the news smiling. It's either about a new company or something, and he always looks so happy.

So I believe he's doing a lot better without me.

Other than that I've been pretty well, but my stomach hurts like hell. It's been hurting ever since I've left.

I was at my friend's house right now, Monica. She's a great friend. She's like Jessica but nothing compares to Jessica.

I feel something...coming...

I ran to the bathroom, "Are you okay honey?" Monica asked. I put the toilet seat up and began throwing up.

Monica ran into the bathroom, "Oh...Sweetie," She worried. She got on her knees and began rubbing my back, "It's okay, you'll be okay." She comforted.

I spit the last liquid of throw-up in the toilet before I flushed it, "I-I'm okay, I just haven't been feeling well." I said. "You've been like this for the last few days, you should go see a doctor. I can drive you there." She said. She's right, I've been ignoring it but it's starting to get worse.

"Okay...I think we should go," I said.

"Aww, come on. You'll feel better in no time." Monica smiled. I smiled back at her and got off of my knees, I wiped my mouth and Monica jokingly made an ew face which I laughed at.

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Monica had driven me to the hospital, here I was looking at my doctor dumbfounded when he asked to examine my urine. I had no other choice but to give it to him.

"Why do you need my urine again?" I asked.

He looked at me then looked back at the cup, "Hmm," He said. He came up to me, "You don't mind do you?" He asked while slowly lifting my shirt. "Uhh..Sure?" I said. He lifted my shirt and examined my breasts.

He pressed on the lower part of my breast, "They're swollen," he said confusingly. "Have you ever had intercourse with a male?" He asked.

My eyes widen, "Come on, it's 2024. There's nothing to be ashamed of." He coaxed.

"Yes, but that was seven weeks ago," I responded. He had a shocked facial expression, "H-Hold on...I'll go test your urine." He said.

My urine? "Okay," I replied. Is it that serious? Maybe I have a bad infection. I don't have a good feeling about this.

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Seven minutes later he came back, I looked at him ready to prepare for whatever he was going to say. "Uhm, Andrew." He hesitated. I just looked at him.

"You're pregnant," he said.

My heart sank as I heard the word pregnant. He's joking, right? There's no way. That's not even possible! Men can't get pregnant!