Accidents

1

Sat alone on the bench outside Amy's school, it was just another Thursday afternoon. I continued to scroll through my twitter, barely even reading the tweets, and chewing my gum out of boredom.

Out the corner of eye I noticed a body take a seat next to me. The shadow waited in silence, dressed all in black but with blue hair standing out against the rest of the dull exterior of the school. "You're a bit young to be a mom, aren't you?" The blue-headed figure asked. "How old are you, 20? And you've already got a kid."

I rolled my eyes and looked up from my phone. "She was my sisters accident, don't think I'm some crazy girl who had a kid at age 14." I replied in my bored tone, having been asked this question many times.

He laughed a small, slightly giggle like, laugh. "People assume you had a kid at 14? You don't look like the kind of person to do that."

"Actually they normally assume it was at 12. Technically though, to have a 14 year old daughter when I'm 20 I would of had to be pregnant at 6."

"Which is impossible." He replies.

"Exactly. She's not even mine, I've just been left to look after her. She's not biologically my daughter but sure as hell feels like it. Anyway, how old are you? You don't look old enough to be a dad either."

"I'm 19. And my son's not exactly mine either." He said.

"So we both ended up here by accident. Funny ain't it, how different things could've been?"

"Yep, I could've been spending my time with prostitutes instead of parents evenings." He grins.

My smile suddenly dropped. "You joking, right?"

"Yeah, I'd probably be dating some chick and working in a supermarket if I didn't have Josh."

The sunlight was suddenly blocked by the, surprisingly tall, figure of Amy. "Mom, what are you doing with Josh's dad?" She interrupted, a worried expression on her face.

The pieces seemed to fit together instantly. Josh Clifford, the boy whom Amy had been obsessed with for months. "Wait, isn't Josh that kid you like?"

"No." She blushed, shaking her head. "I don't even know who Josh is."

"Wait, so you're Michael Clifford?" I asked, pointing at the unnamed guy I'd been talking to for the past five minutes. I'd heard the name mentioned by Amy a couple of times while discussing Josh, but not once had I met him.

"Yeah, and you are?"

"Ava Wilson." I said, taking a sarcastic curtesy. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Mom." Amy hissed. "You're embarrassing me."

"But Amy, you're embarrassing me." I mimicked.

Josh, meanwhile, had already began walking home. "Josh!" Michael shouted after him. "You can't drive home yourself!"

"I'm walking!" Yelled Josh.

Amy picked her bag up from where it sat, crumpled on the ground. "Yeah, I think I'll walk too." She quickly ran to keep up with Josh.

"Great!" I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Now I drove here for nothing!"

"Young loves pretty cute though." Michael smiled. "You can't try and stop it."

I started walking away from Michael, muttering. "There's not any 'young love'. It's just a crush."

"C'mon, they'd make a cute couple." Michael said, jogging up behind me.

"No, that's weird. I'm not shipping our kids."

"Technically, they're not our kids." He corrected.