editing ; e.n.

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Belle's POV
We continued to talk for a while. And for a split second, everything felt right in the world. No battles, not a single little tiny inconvenience. Everything was perfect. Not a single stray of imperfect. That was until someone walked into the restaurant, well two. It was Noah and and Stella. They used to go to high school with Ethan and I. 'And torment me...' I sighed, getting Ethan to look at them. He looked into my eyes and saw that I got tense. He gave me a comforting smile. Noah and Stella saw us and began to walk over. I can't believe that I can still remember them. I began to clutch onto the ends of my sleeves. "Hey guys!" Stella cheered, I swear she gave me a dirty look. "Long time no see." Noah smiled. I felt his cold eyes pierce my sight like daggers. Ethan invited them to sit with us. My heart rate went up.

I smiled, still firmly holding the ends of my sleeves in my hands. The three of them talked about where they've been and what they were doing with me joining in only a little bit. When ever I did, they'd give me looks, or so I thought. When Ethan and I were walking back to my apartment he was telling me that they didn't give me any sort of looks. They were actually really nice, still kind of dicks but nice. I shrugged not knowing what to do. "Can I stay over at your place for a little?" I nodded, walking into the elevator with him. We got out on my floor and we saw a bright red paper stuck onto my door. As we got closer, it read "EVICTION NOTICE" I felt my heart drop. Ethan and I shot our eyes at each other.

I took the sheet off the door and I read it. 'Like life can get any better...'

Ethan's POV
Her eyes scanned the page. I stood there, nervous for her, for me, for everything going on. She looked up at me, rubbing the bridge of her nose. She sighed. "What happened?" I asked. She shook her head, opening the door. I walked in, taking off my shoes and taking a seat on the couch. "Well, I'm getting evicted." She put her head in her hands. I rubbed her back. "It's okay. It'll be alright." She looked up at me, tears welling up. "No, it's not Ethan. I have to be out of here in two days and where will I go? I'll be homeless." She put her hand on her stomach. I was pensive for a second, then I started to smile. "You can live with me." She looked at me, not completely sure of what I just said.

"Well, I guess. But only for a little bit until I find my own place, okay?" I nodded, pulling her in for a hug. We sat there, enjoying each others embrace. I chuckled, remembering our childhood. "Remember when we used to talk about wanting to live with each other?" I felt her smile against my chest. "Yeah." Her voice was muffled, but she pulled back. "But Grandma wouldn't let me." She smiled to herself, then was shocked. She reached for her phone and dialled a number. "Hey Grandma! Sorry I didn't call earlier." She walked away, continuing to fill her in on everything that happened except the pregnancy. I sat there, confused but understanding.

It is more of a face-to-face type of news rather than over the phone. But what would she say? What would she think? Millions of thoughts went through my head when my phone rang. I took it out of my pocket and saw that Mark was calling me. "Hello?" I answered the call. "Hey, we need you at the office right now." Mark had a serious tone. 'That can't be good...' I furrowed my brows. "What happened?" Belle came back to the couch. "Just come quickly. Bye." The line went dead. I sighed, getting up. "Mark says to come to the office, he says it's important. Want to come?" She was pensive, but then got up. We put on our shoes and got out, making our way to the elevator.

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We walked in and heard murmurs of people talking. We made our way to the group of people sitting on the floor and groaning. Belle and I exchanged looks. "What happened?" Tyler sat up, rubbing his eyes. "We lost so much footage of a great video." My eyes widened. "What?! How?!" Now, Kathryn sat up. "The files got corrupted and then got deleted." I dropped to my knees, my head in my hands. Suddenly Belle ran to the washroom with her hand covering her mouth. I knew why, but the others didn't. "Is she sick?" I was about to answer but Belle came out of the washroom. "Belle, are you sick?"

"No, but I have to tell you something." She looked at me for reassurance. I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Guys, I'm pregnant."

All they did was gasp, no smiles or anything. Just gasps.