I still got your back, you stupid bad-ass

Girls Night!

Kenny's POV

"So how was the date?" Hannah asked.

Chris had dropped me off at Hannah's house for a sleepover. It was also one of her excuses to let me stay and recount the events of the date.

"It was amazing," I pirouetted happily and crashed on her bed. "He took me to the beach! There was a picnic...a party, dancing, star gazing..." I hugged her pillow.

"Sounds great," Hannah smiled. But I saw the hesitation in her eyes.

I sat up. "Hannah...what's wrong?"

"W-What? Nothing. Nothing's wrong." She said quickly. "Why do you ask?"

"Well...you stuttered. And it feels like your hiding something from me."

"I'm not hiding anything!" she insisted. "Keep telling me about your date."

I looked at her strangely. "Are you sure everything's okay?"

"Everything's fine." she smiled, a bit forcefully.

"Okay..." I shrugged. "So then the dancing part was a bit unexpected for both of us. There was a bunch of teenagers fooling around, drinking and having a wild time. They kind of crashed the beach to have a party." I laughed slightly.

"No kidding?"

"Yup. So Chris and I decided to join them. You know, just dance and stuff."

Hannah smiled. "So did you talk to other people? Did you drink?"

"Well, no...and no. We didn't talk to others...we kind of just...danced."

She gave me a sly look. "You guys were making out the whole time weren't you?"

I blushed. "We were not! He didn't even kiss me once."

"Not even on the cheek?" she said incredulously.

"Well he did kiss me on the cheek once or twice...the forehead...my eyelids..."

"But never on the lips," she finished.

"Never on the lips."

"Well at least he was being sweet." she said.

"He was!" I grinned. "he brought all my favorite foods and not once did he drink at the party. He didn't let me drink either...not that I wanted to."

Hannah tsk-tsked. "That boy is going to spoil you."

I pouted. "He is not!" I thought about the lollipop thing, and how easily he gave in. "Alright....maybe he will...just a little."

"Just a little?" Hannah raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged and smiled innocently.

My phone buzzed. Hannah and I stared at it before lunging forward to grab it.

Unfortunately, Hannah reached it before I did. Grrr.

"Aaaw!" she squealed. "He's sweeter than I thought he'd be!"

I rolled my eyes and snatched the phone from her. I felt my face redden, and Hannah laughed as she saw my reaction.

Hey cookie

I hope your having a good time at Hannah's. Don't have TOO much fun cuz I'm not there B-) I'm getting bored here and it's one of those times where I wish you were here because Trent's having one of his bitchy headaches. He's no fun =( I miss you BBFFLFL

I bit my lip to keep from smiling.

"What's BBFFLFL?" Hannah asked.

"Bestest Bestest Friend For Like, Freaking Life." I laughed, remembering when we came up with the shortcut. We decided that BFF was too simple, and that anyone can be your BFF, but only one person can be your BBFFLFL.

"You guys are so weird." she giggled.

Chris,

I know u miss me ;) and I MISH U TOO! Hannah and I are having an AWESOME time. Quote "AWESOME" unquote. XD aw. I feel bad for Trent. I guess it's all your fault he has a bitchy headache then! :D give him a kiss for me! chuu~

Your BBFFLFL

CookieMonstah

Hannah laughed out loud when she read my reply.

Cookie,

Gasp! You traitor. How can you be having more fun with Hannah? Did Hannah give you gummy bears? RED gummy bears? >=( I think not. And you know you have THE BEST time when you're with me, your BBFFLFL. XP and don't go kissing Trent through me! That's just too much to ask of your BBFFLFL.

Chrisx

Hannah shook her head, grinning. "Tell Chris you'll talk to him later. It's girl time."

I nodded and typed in a quick reply.

Hannah says it's girl time! :D so I'll leave you to Trent and his bitchy headache, kay?

Mishyu, luvyu, hateu, adoreu-- BBFFLFL!

Xo

He replied within a second. I think Hannah may be stealing u away from me:( I better call Aaron. :p

I laughed. "Hey Hannah, look what Chris sai---"

I stopped abruptly, looking at Hannah's suddenly pale face.

"Hannah...? Are you okay?"

She cupped her mouth and swallowed. Before I could say anything, she ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.

I got up quickly and followed her. I knelt beside Hannah and held her hair up.

I rubbed her back worriedly. "Was it something you ate?"

Hannah shook her head and looked down with an expression that was a mixture of realization and shock.

"Kenny..." she croaked.

"What?" I asked cautiously.

"I think I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant..." I repeated slowly.

Hannah swallowed, and her lip quavered slightly.

"It's Aaron's right?" I said unsurely.

She managed a weak glare. "Who else's?"

I chuckled nervously. "Oh...right. Sorry. Just checking."

Hannah sighed. "What am I going to do?"

"What do you mean? you're going to keep it of course." I said.

"I know...but what if Aaron doesn't want it?" Hannah bit her lip. "Oh god, Kenny. What if he leaves me?"

"He wouldn't!" I insisted. "Aaron wouldn't do that. He loves you too much."

"But we're both not ready to be parents," she whispered, tears spilling out of her eyes.

I rubbed her back soothingly. "Hannah, it's alright. I'm still here for you."

Just like you were for me.

She nodded, sniffling.

If Aaron even thinks about leaving her, he's dead.