Being a Rockstar's Girl.

Wrap It In Your Soiled Dress

"What does it say?!" Brenda asked. I took a deep breath. "Negative." I whispered. Her shoulders slumped. "Why am I am I upset that its negative?" I asked. She shrugged. "Everything happens for a reason I guess." She said. I nodded and looked down. "Negative." I whispered to myself. "Nikki, there's two more test in the box. Wanna try again?" She asked. I shook my head. "I've seen what I need to see." She looked at me. "Try again." She ordered. I looked at her. What harm could it do? I shrugged and pushed her out, closing the door, I took it again and we waited. One minute. Two minutes. Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven. "Two more minutes." Brenda said and looked at me. I nodded. "Are you ready?" I shrugged. "I guess." Nine minutes. Ten.

I slowly picked it up but didn't read it. I handed it to Brenda. "I know I'm not pregnant Brenda. I don't want to look at it." I stated simply. And walked out. Brenda sighed and I began down the hall. The guys were still outside. I went into my room and sat down. Why was I so upset that it was negative? So what? No biggie. The door opened and Brenda sat next to me. "Nikki. It's okay." She said. I shrugged. "I don't know why I'm so upset." She looked at me and I looked down. "What would you do if you were pregnant?" She asked. I shrugged. "Jump for joy probably." I finally admitted to myself.