I let my body fall down on the cloud of white couch pillows in front of me. I didn't feel right. It wasn't that I felt sick or anything, what I was feeling was completely different than that. I felt… tired even though I had been sleeping in late the past couple days. It was a familiar feeling. I knew what the caused this feeling but I didn't want to name t. Not even in my mind.
Caitlyn, my best friend since, like, grade one, stares at me, worry storming in her eyes. "Mitch, you okay?" She asks carefully. I close my eyes and nod into the pillow.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I mumble drowsily into the pillow. I groan as the little bubbly feelings start up in my stomach again. "This cannot be happening again."
I hear Caitlyn sigh. "Well, it'll be different this time." She says. Maybe she's right. It would be different this time around. This time, with Shane, it was a baby made out of love. The other time it was a baby made out of, basically, rape with Nate.
"I mean, come on," Caitlyn continues, dragging me out of my thoughts. "This is Mitchie and Shane we're talking about here. Not just some ordinary high school fling. This is love." I open my eyes and see her making a heart with her hands. I bite back a small smile.
"You and Shane have been through things any normal couple wouldn't survive. And you guys did. You guys will make it through this, too." Caitlyn picks up. We hear someone clear their throat and we look up to see Shane standing in the door way.
"Hello ladies," He says in that smooth way of his. "Am I missing something?"
Caitlyn laughs nervously and stands up, quickly. "Well, Mitch, it was nice talking to you but I really have to go now! I have classes tomorrow and I don't want to be late to them by staying up all night!" Neither of us mention how it's only six at night and this is her dorm, anyway.
Shane steps in and looks me in my eyes. He sits in the recliner chair that's on the other side of the coffee table. He's quiet for a minute. "I sounds like there's something I need to know," He states. "You want to tell me or should I just hear it through the grapevine?"
I gulp, my stomach doing flips. I lift my head up and it feels like heavy bricks were laid on my forehead. I suppress a groan but squeeze my eyes tight for a second. Drawing a deep breath, I open my eyes and Shane is looking at me square in the eyes. I'm sure his mind is making up crazing things… "N-No. I'll tell you." I whisper but I'm not sure he heard me. My throat is suddenly on fire and it hurts to talk but I know I have to right now.
"Okay then," Shane says. "Speak."
I cough into my shirt sleeve once and try to think of a way to say it. Should I just go blunt? I review Shane's possible reactions to both the blunt and non-blunt way in my head.
Shane sighs, "Mitchie… Are you… Cheating on me?"
My eyes pop open. "What?! No, of course not! Never! Shane, I would never cheat on you!"
"Then what is it, Mitch?" Shane asks gently.
"I-I.." I chose the blunt way and hope for the best. "Shane, I'm pregnant."
It was like time froze in that small instant. I scanned his face for some kind of reaction, but I found nothing. Pulling a Caitlyn from earlier, I stand up and head for the door.
"I-I'm sorry. I should just leave, step out of your life for ever. I've been holding you back. You don't need that. Unlike me, you have a future ahead of you and… I couldn't live with myself if I knew I was the one ruining that."
One hand gets around the door knob when Shane grabs my hand. It was so gentle, yet strong enough to slowly spin me around. Or maybe that was just me turning around and it wasn't Shane at all. I don't know.
Shane brings his face inches from mine. "The only way you'd ruin my future is if you decided to step out of it," He whispers to me. "We'll get through this. We always do." He brushes his lips against mine and I believe him.
A/N: I'm sorry if the end was too corny. XD
-Geena
