VICS POV:
I laid in bed, exhausted. A week ago, the band got the record deal we'd been working so hard for. Since then, it's been all band stuff.
But, somewhere in between recording, a few interviews from magazines, doing a piece on the next big thing, and meetings with the "boss" from Fearless, I'd found time for Lily. She'd spent the last few nights with me, and we stayed up until 5 or 6 in the morning, just.. talking. I had already memorized her face, her reactions. She'd become like a picture burned into my mind.
Her dimples. Her hair. Her smile. That tiny, but adorable gap between her two front teeth. The best part? She was a sweetheart. She gave off this mean, tough vibe, but she didn't fool me. Under her tough shell, she had a heart, she was sensitive. To me, she was perfect.
I looked at her, sleeping next to me. She was curled up in a ball, my blanket wrapped around her. The light from the window illuminated the room, and fell over her like a sheet.
Her eyes fluttered a little, and opened slowly. She saw me looking, and smiled.
"Stop staring at me. It's weird." She laughed a little, and rolled over, going back sleep.
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JULLIETTES POV:
It was 1 p.m. Vic and Lily were on a date. Mike was probably still sleeping. Jaime and Tony were out getting stuff for our party tonight. Where was I?
The doctors office. Woo.
The day after PTVs show at The Venue, I bought some medicine, to try to cure my daily vomiting, but it didn't work. So, here I am.
I was the only person here in the waiting room. The only noise was the the t.v. mounted om the wall, and the ticking of the clock. Finally, a young woman in black scrubs walked out of the door.
"Julliette?"
I got up out of the chair, and followed her down a maze of hallways. She took my weight, and height, then lead me into a room. Once inside the room, she took my temperature, blood pressure, etc.
"So, Julliette, what's wrong?" She asked me, typing on her computer.
"Well, I've been throwing up almost everyday for the last 2 weeks. And sometimes, I feel this weird feeling in my stomach, not nausea, though."
"Is it a painful feeling?"
"No, its like.. I don't know, it feels like anxiety I guess. Sort of like butterflies."
"Are you expecting?"
"Expecting what?"
"A baby."
" No."
"Are you sexually active?"
What the hell kind of question is that? What does that even mean?
"Uh, excuse me?"
"Is there any chance you could be pregnant?"
"Not that I know of. I've only had sex twice."
Oh my God... Am I pregnant? Not a chance.
"It only takes once, dear. How long ago?"
"The first time, or the second time?"
"Both."
"Uh, the first time was about 3 weeks ago. The second time was a week ago."
"Okay." She finished typing. "Doctor Joseph will be with you shortly."
