The Emptiness

What's My Age Again? -Blink 182

Amy took a deep breath. "Not pregnant," She finished and looked at me to see what I thought.

I grabbed the pregnancy stick from her hand and gasped when I saw the little pink minus. Relief filled me.

I grabbed Amy and hugged her as hard as I could. "Oh, thank god!" I smiled into her shoulder. She might have been younger than me, but she was way taller than me. Of course, I was only 4'11", and she was 5'5".

I thought about what Andy would do if he knew that I thought I was pregnant. I almost laughed at the crazy thought of him finding out. Almost. I was still in to much of a shock to laugh.

Amy grabbed the keys to the Infiniti out of my back pocket. "Celebratory junk food?" she said and then pulled her wallet out of her pocket and continued, "Its on me."

I laughed and pulled her into another hug before snatching my keys from her hand and trotting down the stairs. She followed closely behind me, but I felt like nothing could touch me. Not even Andy and his cruel ways.

As we were walking out the door, the shrill noise of my homephone rang out. Amy suddenly turned around and went to get it, but I stopped her. "Its probably just a telemarketer," I explained. She nodded and we walked out the door to the Infiniti.

We drove to Stop and Shop. She grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it to the candy isle. I followed closely behind here jumping and squealing like a little kid. People must have mistaken me for a twelve year old. And the short factor and childish face factor didn't help too much.

You know the giant bags of candy? Yeah, well, I got two, nearly gigantic, bags of skittles, a mini bag Rolos, eight Snickers bars, peanut butter M&M's, four Twix bars, two kit-kat bars, a small bag of chocolate truffles, and a gigantic, gigantic bag of sour patch kids.

I'd be as big as a house by the time I got to school on Monday, but it didn't matter to me. I grabbed a bag of pre-cooked caramelized popcorn and for the hell of it, a bag of sugar.

She went into a different isle and came back with monster, grape soda, and orange soda. I giggled as she almost toppled over from all the weight. She pushed the boxes onto the lower part of the cart and we walked around for a little, throwing anything with high sugars into the cart.

"You know, if feels good to do this. Hang out- I mean," she noted as she tossed two boxes of Oreos into the cart.

"It does," I agreed. "We barely hang out anymore." I grabbed a bag of doritos and a bag of Salt and Pepper potato chips (My weakness) and threw them to Amy. She caught them and tossed them into the cart.

We made our way to the checking out station where a sweet old lady was working. She chuckled at us. "This is enough to feed a whole army and still have food left over..." I laughed.

"Party?" she suggested.

Amy and her smart ass self had to go making a comment that probably made the old lady feel like shit about her comment about the army. "More like a memorial for my father who was in the army and died," she said with signature sass and did a complete scowl with an eye narrowing and everything.

Amy handed the lady her credit card and glared. After the middle-aged guy at the end of the belt bagged everything (which by the way took forever) we drove home and enjoyed our snacks while watching Law Abiding Citizen, Carrie, and then School of Rock.

My puppy, Miu Miu, a teacup yorkie, cuddled with us the whole night. We set up mattresses and blankets on the floor and I ended up almost falling asleep on my bed.

I woke up in a thick coat of sweat and an urgent need to go to the bathroom. But not in the way your thinking. I stuck my head in the toilet and vomit poured out of my mouth. Amy was right behind me, pulling my hair out of my face.

"Its probably from eating all the food last night," Amy tried to convince me.

I nodded. "Maybe we should go to the doctors just in case...?" I suggested and wiped the corners of my mouth. I grabbed the mouthwash a swished it around in my mouth.

"Yeah, sure. Go pull on some shoes and let's go."

I wore a pair of flannel pajama pants and a gray long sleeve shirt for pajamas last night. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and smeared lipgloss on my lips. I pushed my feet into my uggs. I figured it was good enough.

My cellphone rang as I grabbed my keys off the counter. Amy was already in the car. The screen lit up as 'Andy' and I answered it.

"Why didn't you fucking tell me?!" he screeched and I pulled the phone away from my ear.

"About what?" I mumbled into the phone and he groaned in frustration.

"Dont act like you don't fucking know. Axel saw you buying a pregnancy test."

"I'm not pregnant. Just sick," I explained to him and he paused.

"Where are you?" He asked. I heard ruffling and then zipping in the backround, for some reason it just screamed "packing" at me. Then I remembered that Andy was in Florida.

"Home. Then to the doctors."

"Why?" he didn't seem as angry.

"Im sick. Just wanna make sure I don't have a contagious disease," I answered. He hung up and I walked out to the car.

Amy sat in the passenger seat, biting her lip nervously. I licked my lips to mostien them and then started the car. We started towards the doctors off, same one where I got my cast off. I remembered the slutty nurse. I hoped she wasn't there again. Jeez, get ahold to yourself, I said to my consience. Stop acting so jealous. You don't even like Andy, right?

Right, I confirmed and rubbed my hands together anxiously. The slutty nurse at the desk, was sitting there filing her nails. She blew out a breath and then popped her gum.

Today she wore a no strap, black, skin-tight, cami, and a yellow miniskirt. It was winter for fucks sake! I was scared to see what a summer outfit was. A piece of fabric? A towel? Maybe even a pillow...

"I think we've seen enough of you," she snarled but tried to make it sound jokingly. She sounded like the girl from The Nanny. Nan? Han?

"What's your name, anyways?" Amy said back in an equally attitude-filled voice. I was surprised she didn't suggest 'bitch' or 'whore.'

"Fran." That was her name! I filled out the piece of mandatory paper and the doctors said he see us in a few minutes. A women with a gigantic, infected cut under her eyes walked out from withen the doctors office, frowning. He called me and Amy in.

I told him I was getting very sick and he told me he'd run some tests. He shined the light in my ears and eyes. Looked around my mouth, actually had me spit into a tube like thing. He handed me a paper cup and told me to pee in it. I did and handed him it.

He went into an extra room and came out a few seconds later, chuckling.

"What?" Amy and I said in unision.

"You don't have the flu, Snow, you're pregnant!"

My jaw nearly hit the floor.

A.N.- Weren't expecting that, were ya?

You were?!

...FU-

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Just kidding! I knew you weren't expecting it. You can't always trust those shitty, five dollar pregnancy tests.

The part where you heard Andy packing was just him packing early. He won't be back until next week.

Oh John, if you move to Massachusetts like you're sister said so, I will kill your babies. Again. Thnxkbai