Short Stories

Pink or Blue?

Briana

"Hurry Skylar!" I yelled into the phone. I was crouched in front of the toilet, trying not to throw up while talking on the phone with Skylar.
"Briana! I just freaking dropped it off. It's on the counter in the kitchen. Feel better, I've got to go! Let me know the results." Before I could say bye, she hung up.

"Fucking rude." I puked again in the toilet and stood up, washing my mouth out at the sink and brushing my teeth.
Vomit really wasn't a pretty flavor.

I ran into the kitchen, through the living room and dining room until I reached the counter and saw the bright pink rectangular box sitting perfectly on the counter.

'Perfect' I thought as I ripped open the package and dropped one of the two tests onto the counter. I grabbed the directions and took them into the bathroom.

"What the actually hell??" I cried, looking at the directions. "They're in freaking Japanese!" I dropped the test into the sink and stumbled out to the living room before throwing myself onto the couch. "Fuck fuck fuck!" I sobbed into one of the pillows Brian's mom made us for our wedding.

What if it didn't work?

What if I wasn't...

What if...

I grabbed a wad of hair off my head and tugged roughly at it, hormonal feelings pouring out of me.

"Briana?" I heard my love call, shutting the door.

I sprung up, still in a sitting position.

"I'm in here," I croaked.

He walked in, looking over at me.

"Oh baby."

"Oh, don't 'oh baby' me. I've had a long day. And the best freaking part is that I don't even know how to fucking read instructions!" I yanked at the short, satin nightgown I was wearing and continued to let the tears flow openly from my eyes.

Brian walked over and wrapped his arms around me.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I pushed him off and threw a pillow at him.

"I just want you to know that I love you very much." I glared at him, "Right, should we go see if we can read the instructions together?"

"They're in fucking Japanese, Brian! I can't speak Japanese, and last I remember, you can't either! Get Japanese Siri to do it or something! I don't fucking know!" I growled, throwing my hands up in the air and letting out another angry cry.

"Come on, baby." I followed Brian into the bathroom.

Every second, he tried touching me, which irritated the fuck out of me.

"WILL YOU FUCKING STOP TOUCHING ME?!?! YOU PIG!"

"Oink oink." He joked.

I looked around for something to chuck at his head.

He noticed this and pulled on my hands, discontinuing any actions I was going to use to further cause harm to him. I mean, Brian already had scratches on his face and arms from me, why not add more? That bastard.

"Now where did you put the test?" He asked calmly.

I pointed towards the sink, causing him to look in there and sigh.

"What?" I asked innocently, trying to calm myself.

"The test is all wet. It's covered in spit, soap, and toothpaste. There's no point in using this one." He mumbled.

"What the hell do you mean??? So it's not usable!?!?!" He nodded, instead of firing back some smart ass comment like he'd usually do.

"The box usually comes with two. Do you know where the other one is?" I nodded, walking out the kitchen where it was still on the counter.