(Brett Cavanaugh P.O.V.)
What is this picture of Brooklyn?
She looks big in the stomach.
I zoom in on her stomach, and open up another picture of her.
Definatly just her stomach.
I think Brooklyn is pregnant.
She has gotten bigger. In her stomach, obviously.
Wow. Who would have thought? The anti-sex girl.
Who is the baby daddy? That is all I want to know.
I will get it out of her. Even if I rig up some thing that catches her pee to confirm that she is pregnant, I will know she is pregnant.
Brett, that is creepy. Don't do that. Back to our previously schedualed program.
"Hey, Brett, can you come over? I have something to tell you. - Brooklyn"
Oh I wonder what she has to say? Haha Brett, you are sarcastic.
"Be there in two."
Since I live across the road, I see no need in driving over.
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I walk out of the house now that I am down the stairs.
After Mr. Kingston's car passes, I cross.
Brooklyn is sitting on the porch.
Our spot. When ever we needed to talk, we met on her porch.
"Hey Brett." Brooklyn says.
She looks like she has been crying.
"Hey Brooklyn. Are you alright?"
"Just really stressed. I have something to tell you."
"Sure, what is it?" I ask.
I already know.
"I am pregnant. I have no idea what to do." She says, crying.
I wipe her tear.
"Does the father know? And may I ask who he is?"
"Yes, he does. It is Tyler."
Woah. How did he score someone that good?
I can barely talk to any girl.
"Tyler is a smart kid. Better him then one of the stupid Kahns." I say.
Uh, what do I say to a crying girl?
I wrap my arm around her.
"I am terrified."
"If you want, I can bash his head in." I offer.
That gets a laugh out of her.
"You sounded so much like Carlisle. That was bad."
"Oh my God I did."
If he leaves her and baby, I will help her raise that child right. And bash Tyler's head in.
"I just need chocolate."
"Let's go to Simply Cake and I will get you cake."
Is that the right thing to do? I hope so.
"You always know how to cheer me up."
I look at her.
How am I suppost to respond to that?
"I am going to go get my keys and put on shoes."
"Why arn't you wearing shoes? You had to cross the road."
"I don't like wearing shoes. You should know that by now."
"True."
"Want to come across the road or me to pick you up?"
"I will save time. I guess I will come across the road."
Oh thank God. She is not crying anymore.
It makes me so sad.
I put on my shoes and grab my keys. Once I get to the car, I see Brooklyn in the car.
Using my mirror to put on makeup.
My God she is pretty.
"So. Which way to go. Down Main or left on Cedar." I ask
"Cedar is prettier."
"Alright, let's go left on Cedar." I say.
I think that Cedar is shorter.
We get to Simply Cakes.
"Brett, you are the best friend ever."
Best friend. I guess that is all I will ever be to her.
Hey folks!
How ya doin'?
I am wonderful!
I knd of made Brett seem like he is stuck in the friendzone for a reason.
