Oh my gosh, my best friend is the father of my baby

Oh my gosh, my best friend is the father of my baby_ch4

Hey Guys!!!

I wanna thank you for all your nice comments and also for becoming my fans^^

This is the 4rd chapter of "oh my gosh, my best friend is the father of my baby"

I REALLY REALLY hope you like it...

I'll try to make this one longer, than the others... =^.^=

So...let's begin:

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After coming home, mum wanted me to eat something, but the stodge she made didn't attract my appetite, so I decided to take a shower.

I took my things off, entered the shower and opened the hot water up. It was so relaxing to let it flow over my muscles. But the pictures of today were annealed in my mind. Mike. He was only looking at me with his green gentle eyes. I closed my eyes and I saw him standing there in his dark blue jeans and white shirt. His dark blonde hair is often messy, so it seems like he just came out of the bed. I couldn't take his image anymore, so I got out of the shower cabinet. Right beside the cabinet was a towel that I took. I tried to dry my hair. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself. My long dark brown hair was falling over my shoulder. It was clearly to see that I cried. While starring in myself I realized that there was something red on my right shoulder.

"What's that?" I thought.

I went nearer to the mirror and suddenly I understood. It was a hickey, a love mark or how you call it. It was probably from yesterday, made by Mike while...

"NO!!! I don't want to think about it, absolutely NO!!!"

Suddenly my mum knocked on the door, asking if everything is okay (because I screamed extremely loud). I calmed her down that everything is fine. I put on my black pyjama pants and a green top. After that I went to my room and prepared my school uniform. While taking the skirt out of wardrobe I noticed that if tomorrow's school I would see Mike.

"Oh god no! That's so embarrassing... How should I face him tomorrow?

Nahh, better not thinking about it, somehow it has to work out"

I lied into my bed, trying to sleep and really after a while full of thinking and some tears too, I fell asleep. Maybe it would have been better if I didn't. My "beauty sleep" nearly parted my heart into thousand pieces.

"Mike!! Look, look a butterfly!! Bwoahhh it's so beautiful!" a flashy voice shouted. The voice belonged to a short girl. It was me with 6 years.

"Yeah you're right. Should I catch it for you?"

I turned around and saw the small Mike. He was trying to catch the butterfly for me. Unfortunately he was a bit clumsy, when he was little.

Yeah, if I remember it well, he became very cool in the past two or three years. Yeah, he became popular, between boys and girls. But Mike never was the type of guy who get exited a vain about his popularity.

In the middle of my thought the situation changed. I was in a classroom, probably middle school. I focused on the situation, yeah it was middle school. It was the day, when I got attacked by Matt (my "oh-so-beloved" crush, which only wanted to do it with me)

"No, let go of me!!" I yelled, but Matt- this jerk didn't stop

With his dirty fingers he touched under my skirt and in this moment I really thought that it was my end. But suddenly Mike appeared, punched Matt and grabbed me.

"If you ever touch her again, I'll definitely kill you!" he shouted at him.

I began to cry, when I saw this. But suddenly my location changed again and I was in Ben's room, sitting next to Mike, who was kissing me on the neck. His long warm fingers touched my collar, along my chest. While he kissed my lips I thought:" No, we shouldn't do this", but my desire was bigger than my intuition. I grabbed him and returned his kisses and touches. In this moment, I really felt the most pleasure in my life.

But then, from one moment to another under my feet there was the abyss and I was falling down. I looked up to the cliff and saw Mike, who was looking at me with a sad face. He shook his head. Even through I couldn't hear the words he said, I read them from his lips: "I am sorry".

I woke up, totally scared and sweated from the nightmare.

What the hell was that? What has this dream to mean?

Woahh I really really tried hard to write more than last time... and I succeed!! Yaaayyy!!

I wrote this chapter, while I was watching TV (CSI, Law & Order and Underworl xD), reading mangas and surfing around Facebook... ^^ finally a day off from school...

Heyyy If you have any suggestions what I could put in the story, write me... I would be glad if I could get new ideas^^