"It'll be good for you honey! You need a new begining!" my mom said cheerfully. She can't be serious.
"But what about my friends?! What about Kitty and Hannah and Jazz?! And Will! He's the father of my child. And it's not going to be easy for a pregnant girl to make friends." I argue. My mom is crazy to think that people will want to befriend a moody teenaged girl with an infant going in her stomach.
"You can always see your friends after school. And you'll make friends! You always have. It'll be fine sweetie, trust me." my mom said attemting to comfort me. I'm grateful that she understands me, but I really don't want to switch schools.
"Fine..." I sigh. It's not like me complaining will make her change her mind what so ever, she was as stubborn as I am.
I tromp up the stairs and into my room. I remember watching 16 and pregnant and laughing at them. I thought they were sluts. which is pretty ironic because I'm a pregnant 17 year old. Now I realise they were like any other teenager, but they just had some malfunctions with birth control. It's dissapointing though, I will say that. The people I looked down upon have something incommon with me. A fucking baby growing inside of them. But it's not like abortion is an option. I used to just say, "Just get an abortion, who cares." But now I understand, you can't just kill a little baby that's yours. The baby is mine and I can't do anything about it.
I hear something hit my window and go and look outside. Will is standing there and smiling. He gestures me to come down. I creep down the stairs and outside.
"Hey." I say.
"So...how are you handling things?" he asks, scratching the back of his neck.
"Will, this is the third time you've asked me that today." I answered.
"That doesn't answer my question." he responds.
"I'm not okay, Wil." I say.
"Need a hug?" he asks and I nod. He warps his arms around me tightly and I bury my face in the crook of his neck.
"I love you." he says.
"I love you too." and their we stood, just two lost idiots. I don't think i've fully grasped the fact that i'm pregnant.
"Will, please don't leave me. I need you." I say looking up at him.
"Of course baby." he said.
"Will, my mom is making me go to a new school when summer is over." I said.
"What?!" he says shocked.
"It'll be okay though. I will see you every day, I promise." I answer.
"Okay. He said pulling me closer. The two of us, in love with each other, facing the world on our own.
"Thank you for doing this with me. Thank you for understanding why I don't want an abortion. Thank you fo-"
"You don't need to appoligize." He said with a smirk.
"Sorry..." I said.
"So...have you had any wierd cravings like pickles and icecream?" he asked out of the blue. Will never really liked being serious.
"I've really wanted doughnuts and halibut latley." I answer.
"C'mon then. Lets go get you some halibut and doughnuts." He smiled.
"Babe, I really don't think that would be god for the baby." I answer.
"Ok... Lets go get some salads and healthy shit." he smirked.
"Sure." I answered. I'm going to enjoy not being stared at while I can.
We head down towards the more touristy side of town. I remember as a kid bounding down the road looking at all the cheesy souvineirs in the shop windows.
There was this one shop that I really loved. It didn't actually have a name, but everyone knew which one it was. It had this mural of the beach painted on the side, and shells plastered along the shop front.
That's where Will and I had our first kiss together. That's where Will and I had our first date. That's where I began to fall in love with him.
"We should go swimming later. After we eat our "baby safe food". What do you think?" he asked.
"I guess..." I say.
"You're a strong girl, you know that?" Will asked.
"Oh shush..." I smile.
"But you are. I dont think many people can do this. You're special." he said.
"Oh shut up." I say giving him a joking shove.
"Haha ok then." he said holding my hand. I have this weird feeling....I mean I trust Will with my life. But latley...he's been different. It's probably just my mom instincts kicking in. I'm paranoid for no reason, and I know it. I just can't shake this feeling of abandonment.
"It's weird to think..." I mumble.
"Hm?"
"It's weird to think that theirs a life growing inside me. Right?" I ask.
"Mhmm...." he says. He seems to be spacing out.
"Hey, can we go home? Watch a movie?" I ask.
"Of course." he says smiling.
"How about Kill Bill?" I ask.
"What's that?" he asks.
"You don't know what Kill Bill is?! I can't belive I haven't shown you this!" I squeel.
And we walk down the road, me explaining the entireplot to this movie. Will pretending to be interested. And us just being happy.
And for a moment, a fraction of a second, everything seemed ok.
