Jet Lag

~*~* Copyrighted to YourSecret (AKA: The Author)  ~*~*~*~

Brooklyn was an average collage girl. She had a steady boyfriend, who loved her dearly. But if her life was so perfect then why did she have her head hung over a toilet puking her guts out.

simple reason,

pregnant.

She knew how of course it just seemed so unbelievable.

I mean she was 21 years old, just legal to drink, go in bars, and gamble. She would never get to experience it now.

Another reason why she was afraid to have a child was because her boyfriend, Carter, was in courses which took him all around the world. He would have a week that he would be back then leave. Luckily he would be back this Saturday. Unluckily though she would have to tell him. She knew she could hide it. But what a stupid way to do things. I mean not everything has to turn into a TLC show. She could see the name now. I didn't Tell My Boyfriend I was Pregnant. She smirked at the idea fixing her hair she decided to call her best friend Damion. They had known each other  since they were two and he was the only one she wanted to talk to right now.

Her hands shaking as she dialed the numbers pressing the green button she brought the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" She heard Damion's thick Irish accent through the phone

"Hey Damion" Brookyln replied her throat sore from throwing up.

"Whats wrong? Did that douche bag your dating dump you, I'll kill him." His voice raising

"No, Im just... Sick " She hated lying it only brought pain and drama but Carter already hated Damion, because he thought of him as a threat. Jealousy's a bitch.

"Well then since le Douche is out on another one of his foreign trips I shall accompany a beautiful girl in a moment of weakness."

"Front door's open" she sighed

she heard the beep of the ending call. Approximately 5 minuets later Brooklyn heard the door open.

"Princess!" She heard Damion scream

Brooklyn litterly charged to the toilet puking up her guts.

"Hey, I didn't think its was that bad." He said going to the bathroom.

He pushed her hair back, and started to gently smooth his hand over the small of her back.

"So where is he this time?"

"Turkey." Brookyln sighed not bringing her head up from the toilet.

"Why do you stay with him?" Damion asked annoyed at his best friends in his opinion stupid desicions.

 "Because I really love him. She replied as if it was the most obvious thing and to her it was.

"Sure."

His smirk all of a sudden pissed her off. Who the hell was he to belive that Carter didn't love her. She knew he did.

"Get the hell out." She said unsure of her sudden outburst. She felt as if she needed to deffend her reasoning.

"Look Brook, you know that I didn't mean to make you upset.

"Maybe you didn't hear me, get the hell out of my apartment." She said the second time.

"Jesus, what the ..."

She shoved him out of the apartment.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Saturday ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Brook didn't know what to do her heart was beating fast as hell. Her eyes were wattering at the thought of him being home. She put her hand on her stomach as if to make sure that the baby was still there, that she didn't make it up.

She stood there waiting for him to show up on the escalader. Closing her eyes she oculd see there reunion,  her smiling breaking across her face when he comes down. Running into his arms and staying there for seconds, muinets, hours. It didn't matter as long as he held her.

Then it happend, she saw him get on the escalader run down. Dop his carry on behind him and took her into his arms spinning her around, Carter didn't notice the looks he was getting or the 'awwwws' of the people walking by. He was only worried about his beautiful girlfriend. He kissed her deeply.

"Well hi," He heard Brook breathe out.

"hi," He couldn't help his exitment. Sure there were abuslutly beautiful girls in Turkey, ones who threw themselves at his feet, but he never noticed them they all reminded him of Brook, they each had one or more traits that reminded him of her. 

The drive home was full of stories he would tell her, about the adventures, about the lonely nights in the hotel when he couldn't sleep thinking about her. She would just smile and nod adding in the occasional laugh if he said something that was supposed to be funny. It made Carter nervous, she seemed so distant as if she was going to break up with him, or say something worse . Something like 'Carter I'm so sorry Damion and I just we were both lonely and it just happened'.That would probably kill him right on the spot. 

"Are you alright?" He asked his voice seemed to just get quieter as he said each word

She turned and gave him a bright smile.

"Yah, why?"

"You just seem distant."

"Oh, I didn't realize that I was." She lied

"O-okay..." They spent the rest of the ride in silence.

After they had gotten back Brook decided to start dinner. Carter couldn't stop over thinking everything. 'It was Damion it has to be him.', 'no what am I thinking she loves me not him why the fuck am I overeacting agian'. He thought so hard he got a headache which only made his mood worse.

"Hun, Dinners ready!" 

"Yah whatever..." He mumbled to no one in particular.

When he went  to the kitchen he noticed that she had made all of his favorite foods.

"SAY IT DAMNIT!!" He screamed slamming his hand down on the kitchen table.

Tears rushed to Brooklyn's eyes.

"W-w-who told you?" She cried out

"Well FanFuckingTastic you cheat on me and your worried about who told me?! Obviosly our relationship meant shit to you!"

Brooklyn took a step back.

"Carter... I didn't cheat on you...."

"Well then why the hell are you so distant?"

"IM FREAKING PREGNANT AND WORRIED AS HELL, WHO THE HELL GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO ASSUME I WAS CHEATING ON YOU!"