"Are you being serious"

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Adam-

"I don't understand why you're being so harsh, nothing bad even happened." I say calmly and grab a cup from our cupboard. "Are you being serious? You and that guy were fucking grinding." He says, he started raising his voice at the end. "Listen, I didn't even do that. You're just so fucking paranoid about nothing." I say, I turn the faucet on to put water in my cup. I take a small sips, I keep studying his angry expressions. "Maybe I'm so fucking paranoid because you would be the one to fucking cheat, did you see what you wore tonight!" He yells, I swallow the knot in the back of my throat. "Thanks, a lot." I say and slam my cup down. "Babe, I-." He says but I walk right past him, deliberately shoving my shoulder into his.

George-

"This has been the 3rd time this week that you've thrown up, you need to go see a doctor." George says while holding my hair back, I nod then stand up. I grab my toothbrush, George walks out of the bathroom once he sees that I'm fine. I find some sweatpants and a baggy shirt, then make my way to find my keys. "George, the walk in clinic should be open. I'm heading out." I yell, he comes around the corner. "Want me to come with?" He asks and I shake my head. "It shouldn't take long, I'll be back." I say and open the door. "Love you." He calls out.
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"What's your symptoms?" The doctor asks, I start listing off my stomach pains and vomiting. "Are you sexually active?" He asks, I blush a little. "Yes I am." I say and he nods. "When was the last time you had sex, and when was your last period?" He asks looking up from my chart. "We had sex a few weeks ago, also I haven't had my period this month." I say and he nods. "Okay, lets get some blood tests. Then, we'll talk about the probability of you being pregnant and what to expect." He says, I was stunned.
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After a little bit of a wait, he comes back in. "Well, my assumptions were right. You're pregnant." He says, my jaw slacks open. "Are you being serious?" I ask, my heart was pitter-pattering. "100%. Do you need to talk about options?" He asks and I shake my head. "No. Not at all." I say and run my hand over my stomach.

Matty-

"Why are you still here? I told you to fucking get out." I yell at Matty, he stood there in shock. "You're kidding, c'mon babe I didn't mean it." He pleads. "So what! You fucking called me an fucking dumb bitch and kept spitting out so much venom! Stop acting like the victim." I continuously yell. He comes over to hold my hand, I pull it back quickly, then take a huge step back. "You can fucking go, just leave me alone, just please." I say, a little less hostile. "Are you being serious?" He asks, he sounded offended. "Yes. Go." I demand and turn back towards the stairs.

Ross-

"Really ross? The silent treatment?" I ask, still no answer. I start repeatedly poking his side, he lightly smacked my hands away. "Ross it was a fucking joke, you're being irrational." I say and he rolls his eyes. "Ross, I made a joke about your damn turtle neck, I didn't do anything else. Why are you so pissed?" I ask and he shakes his head. "God you're so childish." I huff out, I cross my arms. "Are you being serious? I'm childish? You're the one picking on a grown man." He says and I roll my eyes. "Shut up, you're so stubborn." I say and get off the couch. "You're being so childish!" He yells toward me, I had walked out of the room. "God bless, shut up Ross! You're being annoying. Fuck off." I yell, then bound up the stairs.

ROSS' WASNT AS GOOD IM SO SORRY... THEYLL BE PART 2S FOR THEM ALL. PROBABLY ERRORS IM SO SORRY

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