Obese // Ashton Irwin [On Hold]

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He's so adorable I swear.

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"The point is I might be pregnant." I finally say. Right when I say that, there's a red light that Michael didn't notice and he stepped on the brakes two seconds before the white line. I jolt forward and then backward. "Shit, sorry."

We stay quiet and drive for a mile before he says, "Holy shit." I nod.

"You guys didn't use a condom?" He silently asks. I shrug. "I don't know."

"How can you be sure you're, you know?" I sigh. "If you would've stopped asking questions, I would've told you that the vomiting, cravings, weakness, dizziness and all of that other stuff kinda adds up to being pregnant."

"And?"

"And it's been a month and a week since I had sex. Which, by right now, could mean I'm about three weeks."

"Holy fucking mother-" he stops himself, shaking his head. At the next red light, he takes a right then a left, into a pharmacy. He turns the engine off, pulling out the keys and unbuckling his seat belt. "What are you-"

"How come you told me and not Kelsey?" He can't even look at me. I sigh, shakily, tears prick at my eyes. "Kelsey doesn't know I slept with Ashton."

"Why? I thought you two told each other everything?"

"She was already on my ass about going out with Ashton, and she knew we had kissed. She was giving me so much shit I really didn't want to hear so I ended up not telling her about it." I croak. I hear him sigh and he opens the door, getting out without a word.

After five minutes, he comes back out with bag in hand and two Gatorades. He climbs in the car, making it tilt like when I get on and puts the bag in my lap. I'm about to peak inside when he says, "Not yet."

I lift my hands up in surrender.

He pulls out of pharmacy and drives towards a destination. We get to his house and I panic. "What are we doing here?"

"Relax. No ones home." I bite my lip in frustration. "Come on, Mer." He opens the door to my side and holds it open after grabbing the bag. It takes a little effort to get out of his short and small car, but I get out successfully. He sees that my face drops and my cheeks turn a different shade, one of embarrassment and says, "Don't worry about it. I have the same problem."

"It's different for me. I'm... big and you're just tall."

"There's nothing wrong with being big. There's different sizes. Those girls have they're reasons, just like you have yours. I don't know why you guys take your image so seriously. You have makeup and tights to hide your stomach. For us guys, if you're born ugly and fat, you're fucked. Simple as that."

I shrug. "I guess it's a lot different for us because guys don't bleed out from their... things." I awkwardly state. Michael chuckles as we walk to his room and he turns to lock the door. "Just say it, Meredith. Vaginas."

I blush. He snickers. "Penis." I cover my face and groan. "Can you stop being so— ugh!"

"Ugh!" He says in the most disgusting way you can imagine. I groan and fall back into his bed, curling into a fetus. Or something that's supposed to look like a fetus. I probably look like I'm trying to touch my boobs with my knees. He grabs the bag and empties the stuff onto the bed.

Three different types of pregnancy tests fall onto the bed, along with a cookie and the Gatorades. My eyes widen. "Yeah, you're taking those, not me," he jokes. I shake my head vigorously.