I sat on the closed toilet seat, stressed as hell, waiting for the results. Aaron was squatted in front of me, holding my hands. "How long has it been?" I ask.
"Two minutes." He exhales. I can tell he's nervous.
"And how long did the instructions say?" I ask.
"Like three to five minutes. No more than ten." He looks at me with fear.
He bought like five different brands of pregnancy test and he's making me use two of each. It's kind of ridiculous but he's probably the daddy. I don't know.
My mom is going to murder me. Literally take a knife and stab me. Then after she kills me, she will kill Chuck, Dean and Aaron. I can't believe this is happening.
"I'm going to look at them." He says.
"Not until the timer rings." I grab his hand. Just as I said that, the timer rung.
He gets up and looks at them. He brings his hands behind his head. "What does it say?!" I ask.
He doesn't say anything so I get up and see for myself.
