I sat on the bathroom floor holding the stick that would change our lives. Everybody's lives. Mine. My parents'. My best friend from when I was ten, Edward Cullen's life.
"Bella? Are you okay? You've been there for some time now," Edward asked, banging on the bathroom door, preoccupied.
I drifted my gaze from the stick to the door and back to the pregnancy test again. My mouth fell to the floor the second I saw the result.
"Oh my god," I gasped. I stared at the test for what seemed forever, until Edward started banging on the door again.
"Bella, please I'm starting to get worried. Please answer, are you okay?"
I immediately stood up and headed to the door. I opened the door and found Edward staring at me with his green eyes, worried. I held the pregnancy up so that he could see the result by himself. The result saying that I was pregnant.
"What does this mean?" He asked.
"It's a pregnancy test, Edward. It means that I'm pregnant. With your kid," I replied.
"B-b-but..." he stuttered. "When did this happen? We were safe, right?"
"Well, apparently not safe enough. It happened at Jessica's 18th birthday party remember? I was upset about my parents getting a divorce and you were upset because you broke up with Amanda and we might've had a little bit too much to drink and ended up having… having sex." I answered back in a hurry. I was so nervous. This couldn't happen to me. I was only 17 for crying out loud.
"So, what are we gonna do?"
"I don't know. I think that first we need to tell our parents, you know? We should decide altogether," I managed to say while my thoughts were screaming to me the obvious thing to do.
"Right, right," he muttered, running his hand through his hair. "Our parents are so going to kill us,"
"Yeah, tell me about it. I mean, I think that they'll be happy to know that the baby is yours not some random guy I picked up at a bar, right?"
"Sure," he replied quickly, his thoughts very far away from the conversation. Suddenly his head snapped up. "Bella, you're pregnant?"
"Yes, Edward I just told you that," I said.
"I think that we should tell our parents tomorrow, you know? And altogether would be better," Edward murmured.
"Okay,"