Life with Brockhampton

Chapter Eleven

"what about the others?" greta taps her foot anxiously.

"uh, get everyone tested?" the doctor narrows his eyes at her. matt storms out of the room and calls ciarán, telling him to bring the other boys.

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ian was the first to come in, immediately comforting greta. "it's okay, straight people are weird."

greta nods along with his words, the rest of the group piles in. one by one, the doctor took them in for the test. everyone anxiously waits for the results.

"this is rare, but not impossible. one baby is matt's, one is ciarán's."

"and the other?" merlyn taps his foot.

"it seems that two babies are ciarán's actually!" the doctor exclaimed. "they're going to be identical twins," he glanced around the room. matt walked out of the room, slamming the door. ciarán grabbed greta's hand, pulling her away from the others.

"what are we gonna do, greta?" he paces back and forth down the hall.

she shrugs, "have these babies, i guess."

"what about our career's! our fans are going to know somethings up when matt and i both have kids at the same time."

"matt already said he'd raise them as his own!"

"i can't just give up my kids like that. they mean more to me, you mean more to me." he slides down the wall, covering his face with his hands.

"i...what do you mean?" i say sitting next to him. "god greta! i mean i love you!" he spats. "ciarán...why now?" i say looking down at my lap. i didn't give him time to answer before saying, "i mean, you know im with matt." i start to get annoyed. "i..i don't know" he says, his eyes never meeting mine.
"and what about bertha?" i stand up.
"i only talked to her to make you jealous.." his face still buried in his hands. i couldn't believe him. "i can't do this right now." i said before i storm out.

i ran into matt on my way to the parking lot.
"greta, what's wrong?" he hugs me tightly. i push him away.

"just take me home."

-

i spent the rest of the day crying and eating ice cream. i watched a few pregnancy documentaries too. when i was falling asleep, bertha waltzed into my room. she stroked my hair, letting out a sigh.

"so? three babies, huh?"

i nod my head, tears coming out again. she held me close and let my cry on her shoulder. this was the bertha i loved. i cried even harder when i realized i had really let a boy come in between me and my best friend.

"how'd you know?" i wiped my face with my sleeve.

"ciarán told me. matt really wants to talk to you, he just doesn't know how." greta shrugs and pulls out her phone.

"bertha, i have a serious question."

bertha nodded eagerly, urging her on.

"if i die because of these babies, will you take over my tik tok?"

bertha jumped up, "yes! of course."
i started crying again and hugged her.