Dork Diaries:Brandon's POV

October 28

Nikki's pregnant. Nikki's having--my kid. Nikki's in the ninth grade!! Her parents are gonna kill her and then come after me!!

Run!! Run while you still have the chance!!! is what my mind was yelling. I did want to run at first, but what would that really accomplish? Nikki would have to face the wrath of her mom alone, and I... I would be at home crying into my pillow like a little girl thinking about what I've done to have gotten where I am now.

Anyways... Nikki and I were literally shaking as we walked home from school. When we reached her door, I was squeezing her hand like it was a stress ball. I gave her a reassuring nod before we walked through the door.

"Mom, are you home?" Nikki yelled from the front door.

Mrs. Maxwell came running down the stairs. Her face looked perplexed. "What did you guys do?" Had sex, I answered in my head.

"Mom, I... I'm pregnant," Nikki replied. It sounded as if she had no regrets saying it.

"What makes you think you're old enough to have sex?" Nikki's mom retorted. Nikki tried to answer, but her mom did first. "You think you're SO grown up don't you? You know grown ups don't live with there parents?"

"Mom, what are you tryi--"

"Get out."

"Get out," Nikki repeated and walked out the door. She had a little time before she walked out to say one last thing, "I love you, Mom."

I was standing there like a deer in the headlights. "Mrs. Maxwell, do you think you overreacted?"

"You shouldn't say anything, Brandon Roberts. Don't you think YOU overreacted when screwing my daughter?"

I went silent and left the house without another word. I didn't know what to say. And I didn't know where Nikki was going to stay.

"What am I gonna do?" Nikki asked herself. I grabbed her hand. We walked to my house. I had an idea.

*~*~*~*

"Grandma, I have a friend at my school who's been kicked of their house," I said closing the door behind us.

"And why is that, deary?" she asked.

"Hi, Mrs. Roberts," Nikki said walking from behind me to greet my grandma.

"Oh, dear! You must be pregnant!" Grandma yelled.

"How could you tell?" Nikki's face was grim.

"Either you take drugs or you're pregnant." My grandmother smiled. "It's okay, Hon. You stay here for as long as you need. Just... No more funny business with my grandson until the appropriate age."

"Oh, THANK YOU! I wish my mom could be as calm as you." Nikki smiled and hugged her.

"She was scared, Hon, not disturbed of her calmness."

Nikki smiled and hugged Grandma even more.

"Thank you," Nikki whispered.