Unexpected

Chapter Eight

I sit down and grab my phone ignoring the five other texts Karen sent me. My sister texted me 3 times.
Hannah: Avery what's with all the stuff on Twitter??
Hannah: Aveeeee!
Hannah: oh my god did she get it for you? Avery call me now.
I check Twitter and see someone took a picture of Karen in the store grabbing a pregnancy test. I gasp shocked. And start to panic. "Oh my god no no no." I say aloud looking around and I notice a group of girls looking at me and one gets up and starts to walk over to me.
"Are you Avery? The one dating Michael Clifford?" She asks.
I nod.
"So are you like pregnant? Because I don't think Karen would go to the store to buy herself a pregnancy test." She asks crossing her arms and staring at me in a rude way.
"I uh no? No I'm not pregnant."
"Mmmhm sure you look like it." She says nastily walking back to her friends.
I raise my eyebrows and get up walking out. I practically run back to the house and walk in. I run to Michael's room and go into the bathroom feeling sick. I throw up and sit on the floor and begin to cry.
Did Michael see the picture?

"Avery!!" I hear Michael scream and run upstairs. "Avery! Babe! Where are you? Avery are you in there?" He says knocking on the door.
I muffle a sob and stand up opening the door.
"Hi." I say looking down.
"Avery is it true? Are you pregnant? Is that why you've been throwing up?" He says hugging me.
"N-no. I took a pregnancy test and it said no." I say letting him go. "Are you mad at me?"
"Why in the hell would I be mad?" He says grabbing my arms.
"Because I thought I was pregnant. And to be honest i don't know for sure still."
"Avery you should've told me when you starting thinking about the possibility of being pregnant."
"I'm sorry. I was scared you'd hate me and not want anything to do with me."
"Avery. You know me better than that. Sure I'd be fucking shocked and scared but I wouldn't hate you. Besides you said the test said no. Right?" He says looking a little worried.
"Yeah but they can be wrong sometimes. I should see a doctor." I say realizing Karen is right.
"Oh um are you sure? I think you're fine. I mean you don't look pregnant."
"Michael. Tests can be wrong. And I could only be a couple weeks or so. I need to see a doctor."
He sighs letting me go and rubbing his hands through his hair.
"Michael?" I say reaching for him. He steps back farther and sits on the edge of the bed. "Michael are you ok?"

"No I'm not fucking ok avery! We can't have a baby! I can't be a father! I'm not ready!" He says putting his head in his hands.

"Oh you think you're the only one not ready to be a parent? I'm the one probably carrying the baby Michael! I'm flipping out! I'm emotional and hungry and throwing up constantly! I'm fucking terrified!"

"I know Avery! I'm not saying. I just ugh we can't. I don't know. I can't be a dad. I'm only 19. I am in a band. I'm on tour for christs sake." He says looking up at me.
I cross my arms and look away feeling tears come. Shit, why does this keep happening?

"I'm going." I say angrily.

"You're leaving?" He says looking at me like he's going to cry.

"What? No? I'm going to the doctor I would never leave you.." I say walking over and hugging him. I give him a quick kiss and smile at him, he smiles back at me and says "I love you. I really do."

"I love you too. But we can't let this pregnancy scare make us fight. When we have something unexpected happen to us we have to be open about it and not yell at each other."
"Okay." He said cuddling up to me. "You hungry? I haven't eaten today."

"I haven't either. Wanna go grab a bite or make something?" I ask.

"Let's go grab something I don't feel like cooking and I know you don't like cooking."
We get up and head to the car. We go a cafe and sit down. As we are waiting for our food a guy comes up to us.
"Is it Michael's baby?" He asks smirking at Michael.
"Excuse me?" I say.
"The fuck you talking about?" Michael asks him standing up.
"She's pregnant isn't she? You're Michael Clifford and she's that Avery girl."
"I'm not pregnant. Not that that is any of your damn business anyways."
Michael sits back down.
"Leave." He says to the dude.
"Fine. I just feel bad that you're dating a whore." He says walking off.
"I'm not you must have gotten me mixed up with you." Michael says seeing the dude wrap his arm around a girl. The dude turns around and glares at Michael. Michael shrugs and grabs my hand walking out of the cafe.
"McDonald?" He says as we get in the car.
We get McDonald and drive home eating our food and cuddling on the couch. We watch movies all afternoon.