Winter Kisses (Bullet For My Valentine)

Weight Of The World

The drive back to our place went pretty slowly. Neither of us said much to each other, but it was a comfortable silence. We were quite content just listening to our Bullet CD again and singing along to our favorite songs.

''Okay so cut the crap, I know that something's wrong, you haven't smoked or drank in ages, which we both know isn't usual for you.'' She snapped with a slight smirk on her face, obviously pleased with her last comment. I set a glare on my face, hoping to piss her off so she'd just give up on her question.

''Your bitchier than usual,'' She continued completely ignoring my expression, ''you get this sad look on your face whenever I mention anything even mildly Bullet related, you're not eating a lot, you look sick as shit, and you don't talk to me anymore.'' My sister spoke quietly and quickly the minute we got of inside of the house.

I sighed sadly and shrugged off my coat and scarf then hung them up onto the banister of our stairs. ''Can you like... I dunno, sit down or something?'' I asked as we walked into the sitting room. She obliged but held the worried look that creased her face.

''Okay here goes.'' I chuckled nervously as I sat down on smooth surface of our coffee table in front of her, fiddling with the chipping nail polish on my thumbs as I avoided her gaze.

''Do you remember the party we had for the guys back around a month ago?'' I asked as I mentally cursed myself for not practicing what I was going to say to her.

''It's almost two months ago, but carry on.'' She laughed losing the worried expression ever so slightly.

''Whatever,'' I sighed with a subtle roll of my eyes. ''You know the way the guys stayed here that night? Well Matt... stayed in my room.'' I mumbled trying to avoid actually telling her what had happened.

''You're not a kid anymore, people are allowed to stay in you room, honey.'' She laughed getting up and walking into the kitchen.

''He got me pregnant.'' I blurted out making her freeze in her spot, I could tell that she was wondering if she actually heard me correctly.

''Come again?'' She questioned not even turning around, but tilting her head slightly to one side.

''He got me pregnant.'' I said a little quieter and even more nervously now, I moved from my seat on the table and stood awkwardly at the end of our couch waiting for her to say something.

''Matthew Tuck got you pregnant?'' She asked turning around to reveal two clenched fists and a very pale looking face. I nodded shakily.

''The Matthew Tuck? From Bullet For My Valentine? The one with long hair and a tendency to piss me off more than necessary?'' She asked, it was obvious she was trying exceptionally hard not to believe this. I nodded again.

''The one in a fucking metal band? The one who smokes and drinks way more then he should? The one who's got lots of tattoo's? Who is never seen out of ripped jeans and converse? The one who...-'' I cut her off.

''Of course that one, who else?'' I snapped getting pissed that she wouldn't just acknowledge that it was of course, him I was talking about.

''Okay calm down Bella.'' She mumbled to herself taking a deep breath and bringing one hand to her mouth as she gnawed on her nails, something both of us did whenever we were trying to calm down.

''Come on.'' She said after pacing around the room while thinking intently for a few minutes, grabbing my arm she pulling me out of the front door again.

''Where are we going?'' I asked slightly confused as I got into the car, copying her actions as I clicked my seat belt into place.

''Drugstore, we need tests, lots and lots of tests.'' She mumbled a strange look of anger and pity on her face. She started the car and bolted off down the road like her life depended on getting to a shop in under two minutes. When we pulled up at the shop she was quick to run in and grab every brand of pregnancy test on sale.