Pretty Brown Eyes

Chapter 29

What's going on...

There's a huge time change, mainly because I have nothing to write about. It's a year in advance. Madi is almost 19, Kenna is almost 17, Aaron is almost 17, and Taylor is already 19. Taylor, Madi, and Kenna still live in their house in Los Angeles that they bought in the previous chapter. All relationships are well. Cameron has a girlfriend, along with Nash, and Matthew. Aaron is currently with Kenna in LA.

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We were all back together, Madi, Taylor, Aaron, and I, but it wasn't for long, and we all knew that. No time we ever spent together was long anymore. It was quick, or at least it felt that way.

I had been feeling different the last couple months. I knew what it was, actually, but I was just afraid of it.

"Madi," I said, "can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yeah," she looked up from Taylor.

She got up and walked towards me, out of her bedroom. It's almost 8:00am, and we we're the only ones awake.

"Where's Aaron?" she asked.

"Sleeping," I said, sitting down.

"What's going on? Do we need to go somewhere?" she asked, concerned.

"Can we just go sit in my car?"

"Yeah," she said, grabbing my keys for me.

We walked down and sat in the driver and passenger seats of my car. I was nervous, but it's just Madi, so I shouldn't be.

"Okay, if you're pregnant just tell me now," she was clenching her eyes shut.

"What?" I laughed, "No, I'm not pregnant."

"Okay," she breathed out, "then it can't be that bad."

But to me, it was.

"I'm scared," I started.

"Of what?"

"To talk about it. This is the first time I've ever addressed it to anyone. I haven't even talked to Nash about it."

Nash is still my best friend, next to Madi. I tell him absolutely every detail of my life that I feel like he should know.

"Don't be scared," she smiled, "just vent."

"Okay," I breathed.

Here it goes.

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« Aaron's Point of View »

I woke up in Kenna's bed, but she wasn't there. I rolled over to look at my phone. It was 9:19am.

"Why am I up so early?" I thought to myself.

It's 11:19am in Shreveport, and that's what time my body thinks it is. I sat up trying to remember if Kenna had told me where she was going or not. I couldn't remember, so I got up and went downstairs to find Taylor.

"Hey," I said, "where's Kenna? Have you seen her?"

"Her and Madi are sitting in her car. They've been out there for a couple hours just talking. They asked me to leave them alone," he explained.

"Oh," I sat down, "fair enough."

I grabbed my phone and and scrolled through Twitter. Occasionally, I scrolled through Kinsey's page, just because. Along with Taylor's and Madi's. Their tweets were always on the more interesting side.

Scrolling down Kenna's page, a tweet caught my eye.

@KennaWilliams: and everything.. has changed.

It confused me. I'm not sure what was changing, or what everything meant, but I'm sure she'd come talk to me about it when she's ready.

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About an hour later, the girls came back upstairs. Kenna's face was red and her eyes were puffy, clearly signifying that she had been crying. Madi's eyes were a bit puffy, too. Probably because of Kenna's crying. I don't know, but I intend to find out.

Kenna came in, said a quick hello, and went straight to her room. Madi came in and went to Taylor.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked her, grasping her hand.

"I'll have to tell you later," she sniffled, "I just don't think I could do it right now."

It was something bad, but what? What could've possibly been so bad to make both of these girls cry? The curiosity was burning through me, and I just had to know what was going on, and the fact that I didn't know, killed me.

Madi pulled out her phone and moved her fingers along, what I assume was, her keyboard. She locked her phone again.

My phone buzzed, along with Taylor's and Madi's. Kenna had tweeted.

@KennaWilliams: if there weren't any ups and downs in your life, you'd have a flatline.

What?

"What's that mean?" I asked aloud.

"Maybe it's because she's upset," Taylor said, "so she's having a down, meaning she's alive."

That made sense, and definitely sounded like something Kenna would say. She was always into the quotes, and the artsy ways of saying her feelings, rather than just blurting them out.

"I need to know if she's okay," I said.

"Just give her some space," Madi said.

"I can't do that," I explained.

"You're gonna have to try," she said.

"I wanna talk to her," I said.

"And I wanna talk to you," Kenna said.

I swirled around looking at her. She motioned for me to come in her room, and I followed. As I got up, Madi bit her bottom lip, and as I closed the door, I heard her cry. This was going to be bad.