Chapter 1

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"Michael.. You get down from that trampoline right now or you put this helmet on.. Do you know how many c-conclussions you could get from jumping on the trampoline if you get hurt?"
(Comment if you know what video this is from! (:)

Well.. Here I am, wasting my life, sitting at my desk on Youtube. Wasting my life staying inside, away from friends, family, and just away from the world. But, if you think about it, I'm wasting my life watching the only people that truly make me happy. The only people that.. I feel, are just there for me when I'm at my worst. They're the only people that make me..

Me

Oh. I'm Embry. Embry Parker.
(Pronounced 'Em-Bree')
Weird name, I know. I literally ask my parent everyday why they named me that. They just tell me "It's unique and a very pretty name." Yeah, I don't really agree with them on that.

Sorry for that little 'I'm so alone' talk. I'm more of the quiet and innocent girl. Well, to everybody else I am. You know that kind of girl that is really shy when you first meet her and then she gets really loud and rebellious when you hang with her for a while. Yeah, that's me. I stay in my room all the time. I'm either on my phone or on my laptop, most likely on youtube or twitter. Pretty much my life right there.

But anyways, I'm 17 will b-wait, no I'm 18. My birthday is today which means Lauren will be here soon wanting me to get off m-

"BRY! GET YOUR ASS OFF YOUTUBE AND LETS GO TO A PARTY!" I was cut off by Lauren yelling, pretty loud I might add, at me.

Told you she would be here.

"Actually, my ass is on this chair, not on youtube, and I don't think my ass wants to leave the chair." I spun around in my chair to face her, smirking at the statement I just made.

"Stop being such a smartass," she shook her head, laughing then walked over to my closet. "Why are we talking about asses?"

Lauren stopped whatever she was doing in my closet and started twerking, "Because we are going to show off our asses at this party were going to!"

"Guess what," I had trouble saying from laughing too much. She stopped and turned around, looking at me. "What?"
"You, my friend, have problems."

"Stop changing the subject! But thanks for telling me." she turned around looking through my closet again. Probably for a dress I'm not going to wear because I'm not going to the party.

"Lauren, I don't want to go to this party! You know I hate socializing!"

"It is your birthday bry, when was the last time you ever went out to do anything for your birthday?" I stayed silent, knowing she was right.

You see, there is sort of a reason I stay home all day. One, I don't like socializing. Two, my parents are always gone. They're never home. They're either at work or they're out drinking. I never leave the house because I feel that if I leave they could be home when I'm not. I love spending time with my parents. Even though, most of the time, when they're actually home, they're drunk. And I hate drunk people.

"Come on," Lauren cut me off again, "Please? For me?" She give me her sad puppy dog face. "If you don't like it and want to leave early then we can leave and have our own little party here, just us."

I thought about it for a couple of minutes, thinking of what possibly could go wrong. I looked up at Lauren and she still had the sad puppy dog face.

"I fucking hate you."

She had the biggest smile on her face then ran and hugged me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She pulled back then ran over to my closet for like the tenth time today.

"I promise, you're gonna have so much fun!" but I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I hope this night ends well..

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The first chapter to 'His Baby'!

Don't worry, Kian will be in the next chapter. (;

I hope you liked it. Sorry for any mistakes. I will be updating regularly. Probably twice or maybe three times a week? I won't be doing these little notes at the end of the story either. Unless you want me to do like little questions or something like that..

Love you guys! 😘

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