When The Truth Comes Out

Breakfast twice.

I was sitting on a chair in the changing room trying as patiently as I could to be calm until amber finally found her homecoming dress. Bored, completely out of my mind. Switching places frequently in the uncomfortable chair. My butt wouldn't stay comfortable in one spot for too long. Yes-, it was one of those dreadful days.  

Amber kept on running in and out of the changing room showing me the dresses she liked and even a couple that were five or six sizes bigger; that was pretty hilarious. Ambers probably one of my best friends. She's been my best friend for over seven years. She has shoulder length blonde hair. Natural. Around five three, petite, extremely flirtatious, and probably the best friend any girl could have. But that really is nothing compared to my best "best" friend Caleb Baker. I've known him since I was basically in diapers at first we really never got along and he only came over to hang out with Cameron; play dates and such. But eventually when Cameron started school he was forced to play with me and Megan. From then on we've been like brother and sister. Well, minus all the fighting and arguing. Honestly I really wished he was here because amber was taking forever and I'm getting bored second by second. 

Myself being bored here was better than being bored at work though, which I was due to attend in less than three hours.  

There aren't many jobs for a fifteen year old to do except things like serving pizza's and subs at the "Pizza Paradise", like me. Experience is all I'm looking for out of this job and that's exactly what I'm getting.  

Amber once again came trotting out of one of the many changing rooms rambling as she came. 

"Would I be a whore if I slept with Ashton at homecoming and not prom?" 

I bit my lip obviously my answer was yes but it just makes me seem even more hypocritical.  

"uh, no I guess not if you have strong feelings for him. It kind of pushes other rules of relationships out of the way." I felt terrible considering you need to be in love before making it, my desire for Landon just like her is now Is lust, pure, incurable lust.  

A smile rang across her face, "And that is why you're my best friend!" Amber exclaimed, "You lied so genuinely, I'm impressed. But also kinda annoyed that you would think I was such a whore to sleep with him so soon in our relationship!" her smile was now a smirk. Though she couldn't see me sucking in millions of gulps of dry air, I could feel it.  

"Oh you're so depressing when you're on your period!" amber bended down to my level and grabbed me into a semi-hug. My smile faltered, my chest squeezed my lungs, and I couldn't help but slip a gasp from my un-assured mouth. Amber didn't notice a hint of distraught that was sweeping my muscles.  

"Hey Macey I have like three more dresses to try on, okay? I'll be done within like a half an hour then we can go grab a bite." Amber stated pointing into the direction of the changing booth.  

I nodded in response, shocked I was even able to move my head at all with all the thoughts roaming my head. My mind wandered searching through the last couple of months, Did a period slip through into my hectic life. My flu! Oh, no. Recalling no sense of having a period and the flu I have that keeps coming and going. Realization hit me, like a puzzle solving itself, there was a 97.9 percent, very possible chance that I was pregnant.