Home Alone Fan Fiction Remake

chapter 12

Max put her bowl of noodles into the microwave and set the timer for them before going to the door, she then went to open it and greeted Chelsea. "Hello!" she smiled fondly to her best friend, but looked worried at the expression on her face. "Something's wrong..."

"Yeah..." Chelsea whispers, having been able to get over her mental fear of talking to people, only talking to Max and Kevin though. She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Can I come in?" She asks in a whisper.

Max nodded, she opened the door for Chelsea. "Of course... You wanna watch TV?" she offered, attempting to make a joke about her family's poor lifestyle. "We got three channels like in the old days."

Chelsea came in, but shook her head at the TV idea. "Is there somewhere we can talk?" She asks.

"It's just me here, Chels..." Max said softly. "Grandma's at Bingo, I was just about to have some lunch."

"Well, you can eat while we talk." Chelsea says softly. She went to where Max would eat and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

"You want something?" Max offered as she went to check on her noodles. "I got some milk that's gonna go bad in a week or so..."

Chelsea shook her head and almost started crying from the implication her mind jumped too at that question. After taking a second to calm down, she looked down at the table. "I-I went to the d-doctor's today..." she says softly.

"Oh?" Max asked once she took her bowl out and mixed up the noodles.

"Yeah... I-I started throwing u-up in th-the mornings... A-And I've gained weight..." Chelsea says quietly, not going to say the biggest bit until Max sat down.

Max's face paled, she had an idea of what probably happened, but she didn't want to flat out ask about it, when it happened and who did it, but her curiosity was piqued. "Ch-Chelsea... A-Are you... What I think you are...?" she sounded scared, nervous, and worried for her best friend.

"Y-Yeah... I-I'm pregnant" Chelsea said, her eyes unfocused as she looked at the wall.

Max slowly slurped her next noodle and finished it with a heavy gulp. "Oh, Chelsea... I-I'm happy for you, congratulations, but... You don't seem happy..."

Chelsea shook her head. "It... Wasn't planned... The f-father had me hostage..." she whispers.

Max looked even more scared. "Was it one of those brainless bandits?" she then asked, though sounded a little serious.

Chelsea shivered but nodded. "The tall one... Marv." she says quietly.

"Oh, Chelsea..." Max frowned in sadness for her friend. "I'm so sorry."

"What should I do?" Chelsea sniffs. "I-I can't tell anyone, b-but you and K-Kevin."

"Oh, Chelsea, it'll be okay..." Max set her lunch down and scooted closer to Chelsea. "Oh, what CAN you do...?" she frowned, trying to think of a solution.

Chelsea hugged her friend, even though it was bad, she would never get rid of the baby.

"Y-You know, Chelsea..." Max knew this sounded risque, but maybe it would help make her friend feel better. "If you want, you can just get rid of the baby... Either by adoption or abortion... But it's your decision..."

"N-Not Abortion... M-Maybe adoption..." Chelsea whispers.

"Maybe..." Max agreed then, realizing how bad that sounded and Chelsea would never do such a thing. "I'm very sorry about this, Chelsea..." She just wished there was something she could do.

Chelsea hugged her friend again. "H-Help tell m-my parents?" She asks softly.

"I'll try..." Max gave an apologetic smile.