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INCOMING FACETIME CALL FROM:
TWIN💯
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"Yeah, what do y-you want?"
"Oh God! Vivian you look terrible! Have you been crying?"
"I'm hanging up n-"
"No, Viv, please. We need to talk."
"What's there to talk about?"
"Well... I can think of a few things. Your day? E! News? Music? Froy?"
"Oh, you saw the article too."
"Of course I did. Is that why you've been crying?"
"Yeah."
"Well why would you be crying about a rumor? I understand Froy, but..."
"I miss him, Dylan."
"I know you do."
"Do you think he's thinking of me?"
"Viv, you're the only thing that runs in his head."
"..." "We are dumb."
"Why do you say that?"
"E! News practically hit everything spot on."
"I'm not sure I follow.."
"The rumors broke Froy and I up. We're young and dumb."
"Aw, Viv. Which rumor?"
"The pregnancy one..."
"Vivian! Are you...?"
"No! No! Oh God, no!"
"Phew, I would've had to beat his ass."
"..."
"So what happened? Just tell me from the start."
"Well you see, I'm a girl, and we tend to overthink some things. I'm not gonna lie, I asked him if he would want kids."
"Cute, but who wouldn't want kids?"
"He doesn't! Ugh. Anyways, he would say 'I don't know' or 'Not really' or 'It depends'. And that of course was really upsetting. So, one day, he comes storming back into our apartment with a magazine in his hands. He's got a very angry look on his face."
"Oh."
"H-he was like, "You're pregnant?!" So I said, "I don't think so?" "Well according to at least five magazines I saw, you are." He said. I t-thought he was crazy. I mean the week befor that our relationship has been rough. So he asked me if I got my period, and I said I was l-late."
"..."
"So h-he goes on yelling about how that having kids would be crazy. Then he says, "I don't think I can do this." I asked him what h-he was talking about. Then he told me that he can't raise a kid with me. So I got angry and told him, "You're crazy! I'm not even pregnant??" I was mad by now."
"Vivian, go get a glass of water. Stop crying, I'm here for you."
"..."
"..."
"Okay I'm back. Anyways, he goes on and on about how I was ruining out image. But who cares right?! I told him I wouldn't care if our image were ruined as long as we had each other. He completely ignored that and said, "You don't even know if you're pregnant. Did you take a test?" T-then I said no. We kept yelling back and forth. All of a sudden, he said, "I'm done. I'll be out of here by tomorrow." I lost it. I said, "So we could be pregnant and you're just going to leave me like that?" Dylan, do you know what h-he said?"
"Tell me."
"He s-said "There is no 'we' anymore.""
"Fucking hell."
"The rest was all a blur, Dyl. So many things were running through my mind. Like 'I would have to race a kid alone,' 'My dad is going to kill me,' 'I'm alone.' And I felt like a huge part of me was ripped out."
"I'm so sorry, Vivian."
"Don't be. It's not your fault."
"You're right. It's his fault."
"What do I do?"
"You're just gonna keep living on. You're going to hang out with friends, travel, keep performing, do auditions, and you're just going to live life."
"How?"
"Reinforcements. I texted a friend of mine when you went for water. They should be there in a few minutes. I want you to go clean up, I know you do well, and go to dinner. You'll feel better. I promise."
"Really, Dylan?"
"It's the least I can do."
"Thanks for listening to me."
"Of course."
"I love you, Dyl."
"I love you too, Viv. Now go have fun."
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that was exactly 666 words yIKES
sorry for sloppy updates. i made it through the first week of school yay. my football team actually WON last night against our rival school BLESS. um ive been doing homework all day and i wanna die.
thats the FUCKIN tea, froys just a little bitch ^^^
