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•plan•
an intention or decision about what one is going to do.
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"The number one thing you're not going to do is drop out of college at Oregon State. Your parents are paying for you to go so we don't have to worry about tuition money. The second thing you're going to do is get a better job, where your boss is not your unborn child's father. Also, you need more money to be able to raise this child."

I stare at Sofie as she continues to plan out my life for the next couple years. She's always been a motherly figure for me, since my mom isn't much of one herself.

There are two things you need to know about Sofie: 1. She is incredibly beautiful; she has been mistaken for a model countless times. Guys are constantly falling for her. And 2., she is super smart. Sofie knows literally everything. How tall is the Eiffel Tower? She knows. What are the names of every president we've ever had? She knows. I'm being freaking serious. Sofie's a genius.

"Aliya?" Sofie snaps and raises an eyebrow, "Ya there girl?"

"Yeppers peppers." Grinning, I look up at Sofie. She and I have said this for years, and it's now our thing. People don't get it, and it's really cheesy, but I love it.

"Okie dokie artichokie," Sofie smiles but then frowns. "Aliya this is serious. You're pregnant. A new job and some real thought into this whole baby thing would be great."

I sighed and looked down at my stomach. Sofie was right. In around 10 months, there would be a baby popping out of me, and I needed to be able to financially support it. I needed to listen to Sofie and follow her plan.

"What do I do first?"

"I'm glad you asked." Sofie smirked.
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Sofie and I drive in silence towards the diner. I knew this was going to be hard, but I also knew that my baby's life depended on this. That and Sofie would kill me if I didn't.

We pull into the parking lot of Rose's Diner and Sofie turns to me, "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No I need to do this alone." I say and get out of the car.

When I walk in, the first thing I notice is him. When he sees me, I fake a smile, and he doesn't see through it. Sofie was right. He doesn't care about me. He waves me over.

"Hey Logan." I mumble as he smirks at me over the counter. Logan. The tall, blond, blue-eyed guy that I dreamed of sleeping with since freshman year. The one who is the father of my unborn child.

"Hey there Allie, whatcha up to?"

"It's Aliya." I state with aggression, which is very unusual for me. Logan notices something was wrong because he stops cooking and looks at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking at me with his dreamy blue eyes. Snap out of it Aliya. This is what got you into this situation in the first place.

"Can we talk in private?" Logan smirks at me when I say this, obviously thinking I didn't want to talk, but do something a little more scandalous.

"Of course babe. Follow me." He leads me into the food storage room thing. As soon as the door shuts, he places his hands on each of my shoulders and starts trailing kisses down my neck. For a second I revel in the glory of this moment, but I'm brought back to earth when my stomach lurches. I push Logan away and throw up in a conveniently placed bucket.

"Woah, babe, are you okay?" Logan backs up toward the door.

"I need to quit." Wiping my mouth, I look up at him to see his reaction.

"What why Allie?" There was no emotion in his voice. He sounded unconcerned about my health or the fact that I was quitting. In fact, he was probably relieved.

"I'm pregnant." I mumble, embarrassed that the father of my unborn child doesn't even know my name.

"What?" Logan says and takes a step forward, clearly not having heard what I said. 

"I said," I pause and close my eyes, "I'm pregnant. With your baby."

There's no reply. I count down to thirty, open my eyes, and Logan is gone.

I push open the doors to the closet and look around. He's nowhere to be seen. Aimlessly, I begin to walk around, trying to find him so we can talk.

I bump into someone and when I look over to see who it is, I'm relieved.

"Sofie," I breathe, "Have you seen Logan?"

Sofie is holding balloons and a Dutch Bros frosted chai, my favorite. The chai had birthday sprinkles on it and the balloon said Happy Birthday, but I was not in the mood to celebrate.

"I just saw him running from the diner, that fricking asshole. Finds out your pregnant and runs. What the hell is wrong with that guy!" She half-yells. People in the diner turn their heads and I grab Sofie's arm and drag her outside.

"Sofie, calm down. It's okay. I quit my job. Now we can move on and I can get a new job. We knew this was going to happen anyways."

"Just because you know something is going to happen doesn't mean it's okay." She mutters angrily as she heads back to the car with my balloons and chai.

"Hey are you at least going to give me that?" I look hungrily at the chai in her hands; I haven't eaten yet today. Without saying a word, she passes it and the balloons over to me.

"Thanks." I mutter, and she pulls out of the diner parking lot.

The drive back to our condo is just as quiet as the drive to the diner. I glance over at Sofie every now and then, and it's clear that she's deep in thought. She has this habit of biting her cheeks while she's thinking. And by the looks of it, she was going to chew the sides of her face off. As my mind starts to wander, I begin to think about the baby. Immediately, my mind shuts down, and I focus on something else. Anything else. This baby is lucky to have Sofie here with me. I don't know what I would do without her.

When we get home, Sofie makes me go to my room and do homework. I'm too tired to argue, even though it's only lunch time. A couple hours later, Sofie knocks on the door.

"Aliyahhhhh...," Sofie calls, "Come hereeeeeee...."

I squeal loudly when I walk into the living room. Our television is on, ready to play the new season of Gilmore Girls that I've been dying to watch, and all of our soft and cozy blankets are on the couch. Buckets of popcorn, boxes of chocolate, and two large sodas are scattered on the coffee table. When I look over to Sofie, she's holding a giant teddy bear and a birthday cake.

"Who needs a plan when I have you?" I chuckle, and I end up having one of the best nights of my life watching Gilmore Girls and eating food with the best friend anyone could ever ask for.