Cheyenne waited nervously in the bathroom, trying desperately to not stare at the pregnancy test on the counter. Two minutes had already passed. One minute left to go, and it felt like absolute torture. How could this be happening to her? She was only seventeen! Sure, she might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box, and she had done a few things that her mother would not have approved of, but she had always at least been responsible. Van was just so…everything…everything she thought she would want in a partner.
He had snuck into her bedroom through the window one stormy night when her mother was not home. Her parents were recently separated, and it was weighing heavily on her mind. Seeing Van, standing there soaking wet and there to comfort her, it made her vulnerable. The first time is a once in a lifetime thing, and she wanted it to be perfect. That moment felt so perfect. She pulled him close, teased off his soaking wet shirt, and let her heart take it from there. Afterwards, she had no regrets, and she could tell he felt the same way. They were connected both mentally and now physically, and even though they weren't always the most intelligent, they knew this without a shadow of a doubt.
The last minute is up. It's time. Cheyenne stares in disbelief. The test clearly states pregnant. Tears start streaming down her face. She drops down to her knees and puts her head in her hands. How was she ever going to face her mother? Her mother had been going through so much with the separation and being a single mother, this would be too much for her to handle. She would not be able to handle another child in the house. Cheyenne slowly brought herself back up to standing. She now knew what she must do. She grabbed a suitcase from the closet, packed up as much as she could, snuck down and grabbed some food from the fridge, and walked right out the back door.