A/N: I Know, I know!!! I promise this note is worth it so please read it all the way through.
Before I start, I just want to remind you that this IS an update, the chapter is below. . .
BUT, I wanted to share a bit of ANOTHER story I am working on because I think it's time to get some real content out 😂
So for those of you who would like to help me out, after you read it please let me know if you would be interested in reading it??
It would mean a lot to me because I have finally put my ideas to use so yeppp.
(btw comment right here what you think about 'Aritificial Sympathy' which is out now :)
Here it is :
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Armageddon
"Ugh if I saw him in person, I don't know if I could resist jumping his bones." My friend gushed.
"You're fucking disgusting!" I exclaimed. "Plus, he isn't that attractive."
Morgan gasped.
"How dare you. Justin Bieber is literally the father of my child." She fantasized, rubbing her protruding stomach with the hand that wasn't occupied by the steering wheel.
"Oh totally. Have you heard from Carter lately?" I asked curiously.
Carter was her boyfriend that suddenly had to leave town once he heard abour her pregnancy. He promised he would return but knowing him, he might not ever come back.
She sighed loudly.
"Not since the ultrasound." She replied, her demeanor changing completely.
He was such a douchebag.
Honestly I never liked him from the start but once I heard they were active in that area, I couldn't help but dislike him even more.
He seemed extremely stereotypical. All throughout freshman year all Morgan did was try to attract his attention but what did he do? He wouldn't give her the fucking time of day.
And when the two of us went to that party during spring break and she wore that dress, he was all over her.
It wasn't long before the asshole began throwing the L word around as if it were true.
And all the while, my gullible friend fell for it. Over, and over, and over again.
One night, one mistake, and he rushes out the door, away from responsibility.
I rolled my eyes at the mere thought.
"Enough about him." She breathed out, annoyed. "How are you holding up?"
This was it. This was the moment where I could just smile, thank her for her concern and say the words that should basically be plastered on my forehead.
'I'm fine.'
It was the perfect opportunity.
But Morgan knew me better than that. She knew me beyond the fake smiles and rehearsed responses.
She knew I was still the broken girl who lost her parents too soon enough to forget.
I decided that bothering Morgan with my annoying problems was definitely not an extra stress she needed.
"I'm much better." I smiled.
She eyed me skeptically.
"So, you though of a name yet?" I redirected the conversation, no longer wishing to speak of my life.
