Julia.

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Addison took me to a restaurant to see Julia. Yeah, I know. He knows I don't like her but he wants us to be friends. HA, funny one Addison.

Just before leaving the house, I couldn't find the keys.

'Addison, where are the keys?' I blurted as I searched the couch and floor.

'Hey, careful. Don't kneel.' he rushed over and pulled me up again by my waist.

'Alright, whatever. But where are the keys?' Trying to ignore that he's so close to me.

'I don't know. But I'll find them, okay?' he smiled 'Go wait in the car.'

'Okay.' I whispered.

He quickly kissed my forehead before I could react. Then went off looking for the goddamn keys.

During the car ride, I stared out the window and stared at all the snow. It was beautiful. My eyes caught a glimpse of a squirrel in a tree.
'I know you don't want to see Julia.' Addison said suddenly.
I didn't answer.
'Look, I do realize that she isn't particularly fond of you but I want you guys to get along.'
'Addison I don't see it. I'm having your baby. Why the hell would she like me?'
He sighed, stirring the stirring wheel around a corner, where we pulled up in the driveway of the restaurant.
'It's going to be okay. Okay?' He took my hand.
'Have you told her that you got a 15 year old girl pregnant?' I mumbled.
His face went blank and closed his eyes. 
'Have you?' I asked again.
He got out the car and went around it to open the door for me. He helped me out and walked me inside.
The restaurant was calm and quiet. I saw Julia on a table in the back. She had a face of sarcasm plastered on her face.
We approached her, so I got my best manners out of the box.
'Hello, Julia, how are you?' I went to hug her but she didn't get up to say hello.
'Mmhm.' She mumbled with a bitchy smile.
I backed away and sat down opposite her. Arms crossed. Already sick of this girl's shit.
'Hey babe.' Julia got up and gave him a wet kiss.
I felt myself that I was going to cry.  I hated this. 
She got down in her seat, expecting him to join her. But Addison sat next to me, instead.
'Julia, you know Zariah,' he chuckled 'Of course you do... but, I think you guys could be good friends.'
'Friends with her?' She questioned
I nodded at her.
Honestly, I do not know what Addison sees in her.
'We could try.' I mumbled.
'Let's start with a basic question.' She frowned, picking up a napkin by her plate.
'Okay?' My eyebrows furrowed.
'Where do you live?'
I glanced at Addison.
'Uh, well, I... I live w-with Addie.' I stuttered.
'You see, that's why I want nothing to do with you!' She raised her voice and threw the napkin on the table, storming out of the restaurant.
I sighed.
'I'm sorry, I..'
Addison didn't say anything. He got up and chased after her, leaving me in the restaurant.

Addison explained how she told him that I needed a house of my own. How I was just sticking around hopeful that he will take me back when I was the one who ended it in the first place.
'That's why I want nothing to do with that woman.' I said sharply.
'I'm sorry. She just gets agitated when it-'
'Comes to me.' I cut him off 'Addie, just kick me out. Yknow? Just leave me. I'm ruining what looks like a good relationship.'
'I'm never leaving you. Okay? Never. We may not be together but we have something on the way.' He held my stomach. God how I wish we were together. We can't though. He's 20 years old with a sexy 19 year old girlfriend. While me, I'm a 15 year old pregnant teenager who can't keep her legs closed from one freaking guy. One!
'Okay. Fine.' I muttered
'You can't live alone anyway. Not in your state.'

Our house was very quiet when we got in. I set my coat on the usual rack and went to sit down. Then, pain. So much pain. I cried for help. But squeaks and squeals only came out. Fortunately, Addie heard and he came blasting in.
'Zar, are you okay? Are you okay?' He blurted out, grabbing my shoulders.
'Oh my god. Ow, ow!' I cried
'Shit uh, what can I do?'
'It'll pass... it happens at night too.'
I was standing in an awkward position. My spine crooked and my torso in Addison's arms.
Then. Poof. Gone. Capút. No more pain.
'Gone.' I huffed.
'Really?'
'Yep.' I grunted, sitting down on the couch.
'Huh.' He joined me.

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