We're Just Friends

Secret's Out

"Merry Christmas Lisa...I gotta go." I hugged Chris' mom and made a beeline to the bathroom. Between the morning sickness and peeing, I was living in bathrooms. Luckily, this time was just to pee, I had thrown up in the bushes before I came in. I looked at myself in the mirror. The physical signs of the baby weren't obvious, but I had a bump and my boobs were insane. I had to tell him tonight. I exited the bathroom and Chris was in the hallway. He hugged me, ow, he moved back and I saw him eyeing up my tits. I crossed my arms over them and smiled at him.

"I feel like I haven't seen you forever." He grabbed my hand and toyed with my fingers. "Is it Nat?"

"No!" Yes. "I know it can be...awkward in the beginning of a relationship to have your friends around all the time." I had to tell him, one, two-

"Good because I think that she's it."

"Huh?"

"It. The end all, be all. I know it's only been a month. But when you know...you know? We're already talking about moving in together. She doesn't want to be 'Chris Evans' girlfriend', she just wants me." His eyes shined, he had it bad. Holy shit, though. He'd only dated her for a month and a half!

"Chris this is fast, you just met her..."

"Actually I just started dating her, I met her during 'Civil War'. But you're one of the most important people in my life, Lys. I want you to like her."

"I do, I just- " I inhaled deep. "I'm pregnant." There are several reactions when you tell a guy this. Happy, confused, run for the hills and so on. But if you tell a guy you slept with around the time of conception most likely you get this.

"From...um, when from. You and I...was it...is it?" Chris stuttered through several thoughts. This was it. The time to fess up was now. Just say 'yes', one little word. I saw the panic in his eyes. Here he was starting a new relationship with a girl he already saw as 'the one'. I couldn't. So I took another tact.

"No, it was someone I went on a few dates with. Just...bad luck on my part." Yep, I was the world's worst person.

"Woah.Does he know? Is he going to be around? Do I know him?" Thank God he couldn't tell when I was lying, cause this was going to be a doozy.

"I told him, but he has no interest in any of it. He's just someone's assistant I met a while back. He's in L.A. so..."

"What are you going to do?" Stupid, caring-faced bastard.

"Short term? Throw up several times a day. Long term? Raise a child. I feel like this happened for a reason. I want it and besides, I work better alone." I smirked.

"No, as your oldest and dearest friend I want in on this. The kid will call me..." He trailed off in thought. "Best Uncle C."

"You'll be it's only uncle, jerk-off." I shoved his arm. "What will Natalie say about this?" I focused on a point over his head.

"I think I'll be fine with it. It's not like it's my kid or anything." He smiled and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I need to use the bathroom again." Yep, I'm going to Hell. I ran back into the bathroom and threw up. I left the presents for Chris' family and explained that I was a little under the weather. He could explain it to them, fewer people for me to feel guilty about lying to. Lisa, Carly, Shanna, and Scott had welcomed me into their family from the moment Chris brought me home. We had met in middle school, first day of drama club. For some reason we clicked. I honestly don't know why. He came from a loving, involved family. I was alone 5 days out of the week. I asked him one time why he latched onto me. In his words, "You tried to act confident with an air of mean girl. But I could see the real you was sweet, nervous, and out of place. I refused to let you act like you weren't a giant mess." I had shoved him off the bed and reminded him it was middle school. Did he think he was a pubescent Dr. Phil back then? So Lisa had just accepted another child in her home constantly. I was amazed that I could actually talk to her and she would listen. She made being a teenage girl a little less miserable by giving me advice and understanding. There was no fucking way I could lie to her face. She would know I was lying and I would crack under the motherly stare.