Summer of my freshman year is spent mostly counting down the days until James can visit again. Of course, Pete and Patrick notice this and don't think it's a very healthy habit, so they come up with something for me to do. That something ended up being a year-long tour.
I spent my sophomore year in a tour bus, backstage behind concerts. I got to sit with Pete and Patrick at their meet and greet tables and was surprised at how many people recognized me and knew my name. Overall, it way better than any therapy I've received. Andy and Joe don't know the whole story even to this day, but were insanely nice and very fun the entire tour.
For my sixteenth birthday they drove me to the nearest amusement park. Then when we got back to LA from the tour, they taught me to drive.
James and I are still really close, in fact he lives across the hall from me. It was pretty tough trying to get into the same college, but we managed. He's studying to be a nurse now, I can him doing that when we're all grown up. Another person who ended up at CSC was none other than Mary McDougall. She's my roommate in fact.
There's no shortage of stories from her. Apparently Lyssa ran away with some guy summer before senior year. The group kind of split up as high school went on, she doesn't even know what schools everyone went to. I don't dwell on it, I'd rather not see Jayden again, it'd be far too awkward.
I'm still undecided as to what I want to major in, but art and design have always been up there so I'm taking a couple courses along that line. I want to get into the business if designing album art and advertisement for musicians, but I have no idea how to get into that. The band has been working on some new stuff, and Pete says he wants this album to stand out so I've been helping him a little with that. I've even drawn up possible cover art. He seems to like it so I think it could be a step in the right direction to put my name on something like that.
Right around when I turned seventeen Pete and Patrick told me they had big news. They made me close my eyes as they led me to the living room, down the stairs mind you. They let me open them when I was in the living room, then I was squealing with happiness. Two little kids, a boy and a girl. They had been adopted by the same men who adopted me.
The twins soon became two of my favorite people in the world. They were seven when they were adopted. Now at nine, they're just becoming more and more lovable.
Liam and Bellamy are their names. They call me Lucy Goosey or just plain goose sometimes, but I love them all the more for it.
Now I'm lying in my bed in my lonely dorm room, one day before I go home for winter break and an dreading seeing my family, something I thought I'd never do.
The thing is, I never though I'd get that close with James. I thought we'd always be best friends and that's it. When he took me to some frat house for my first party since The Incident, he didn't leave my side once. We were both completey sober. We both wanted it. Your first time is always made out to be some special thing, but for us it was sloppy and on his roommates bed because he was washing his own bedding.
That was a little less than a month ago, and now I'm not sure what to do. I think I'm pregnant and have no idea who to tell.
I sigh and roll onto my side, placing a hand on my stomach. There could be a person inside there, I think to myself. There could be a whole personality and hobbies and friends being created inside me. I take a deep breath. I haven't had my period in two weeks, but I'm too scared to take a pregnancy test. There's a very, very slim chance I'm not, but it's not likely. Even as I think back now, I can't remember if James and I used a condom. There more I think about it, the more possible it seems. I have a flash of an image of James and I standing around a kitchen, a child- our child sitting in a highchair as James attempts to feed them something from a spoon. I smile slightly. If I am pregnant I'm keeping the baby no matter what. Even if that means having to take a year off from college and letting Pete and Patrick take care of my baby for a while, I don't think I'd care. I've never really thought about having kids, but I think now they seem like a fantastic idea.
The sky outside my window is stained red with the upcoming sun. I blink, well there's no way I'll get back to sleep now. I stand and start to prepare for my drive home in a couple hours, texting James to come over to my dorm when he wakes up so we can say goodbye.
I stare in my mirror, turning to the side in my t-shirt and sweatpants. I press my hands to my belly that looks no different than it did a couple weeks ago, but it feels different, to me at least.
When James comes to say goodbye we kiss. It's pretty much a relationship by this point, but neither of us says anything about it. I'd be pretty happy how things are if there was a possible human he helped create inside me. I decided not to tell him anything until after I get back from LA. He can sense something is off though, but when he asks I just say I'm not looking forward to driving all the way back home, though it's only about a half hour.
We joke though and that takes the pressure off of me. I'm thankful that I don't have to face this just yet. I'll let myself wait until I can see my favorite aunt, Sage. She'll know what to do, after all she has her own kid so I'm guessing she knows a little about being pregnant.
Don't worry this is not the end! I'm going to write the sequel, but I am not going to post it until I finish the prequel. If you need something to hold you over until then it's just a Peterick called Nothing Like Me. Check it out if you wanna.
Thank you for the support, I've enjoyed writing this story more because I knew other people were interested.
<3 Cailyn
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