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░▒▓█▓▒░ Skylar knew all the signs right away, the memory of her last experience helping her to identify this one. She really doesn't want to believe it but she won't ignore it. She didn't ignore it and now she's in the bathroom waiting anxiously for the time to be up. Her phones dings as the stopwatch hits zero and, with shaking hands, she picks up the little test. Fuck. ●☆●☆●☆●☆● "This is fucking stupid," Awsten mumbles, rolling his eyes, "how the fuck is redecorating gonna help anything? Literally, I already changed the color of my hair and that was no ma—nothing's gonna fix things. It's been over a month and I'm still a fucking mess. Changing stuff about me or stuff about the apartment isn't gonna make things better." "I didn't say this would fix things," Jawn retorts, "and you chose to dye your hair; I like the purple, by the way, but no one suggested that." "Whatever. If you're not trying to fix me why the fuck are we moving my goddamn couches? These things are heavy," Awsten complains, giving his friend a glare. "One: you're not broken, you don't gotta be fixed. You're just sad. It'll get better but stop trying to fix yourself 'cause that's not what you need. Two: we're redecorating 'cause I hate the way your apartment is arranged." "Fuck you! This place is so cute HGTV is scared that I'm coming for their brand." Jawn starts to try to say something but is cut off by Awsten's ringing phone. Awsten checks who it is and the shock is immediately clear. "Who is it?" Jawn inquires with a frown. "It's Skylar." ░▒▓█▓▒░

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