You know, there are a bunch of things I thought I'd never do. Having gotten drunk before I was at least twenty, getting my heart broken for real, get a mutual bond with a teacher, getting pregnant by someone I know could never love me... But, knowing that I have I just hope I don't end up like my mother was when this happened to her. Completely nice to the princess and treating the tomboy like trash. Hell, I'd hate to wonder how much worse growing up would of been without having Melanie there to keep my mother from hurting me completely. And now, here I am. Walking through the cold Seattle rain a little before midnight in nothing more then a black tank-top and dark gray pajama shorts that stop just above my knees.
Now, as I took the elevator up to the floor I knew so well, I wished it would go slower. I've never felt so nervous in my life. I feel like my hearts getting squeezed tighter and tighter with each ding to symbolize each floor we pass. Fifteenth floor... Sixteenth... Seventeenth. The elevator jerked slightly a moment later, stopping on the eighteenth floor. I walked forward and turned a corner down the hall, a small bag over my shoulder containing the small about of meaningful things I could grab in the five minutes my mom gave me to pack up, get out of the house, and never come back. And then, as I saw the all-so-familiar Shay door, I turned to face from it as I got to were it was. Facing another door that wasn't really familiar but I did see it everyday.
My heart beat faster as I took the three small steps towards the door, after completing them only being about a foot from it. I closed my eyes, taking a soft breath as I raised a hand and knocked on the door. A shiver going through my body from nerves and being cold as I lowered my hand back down to my side and waited for the apartment door to be answered. My stomach was doing twists and turns from nervousness... Or it could just be the baby doing that from being able to tell how nervous I was. I heard somewhere that happens sometimes. I can't even believe I'm here right now... About to face the boy who I've known, had a ninety-percent enemy ship and 10-percent friendship with for years, and tell him he's gonna be a dad.
Yup, that's right. I did another thing on my 'I Will Never' list. I, Samantha Joy Puckett, daughter of Pam and Greg Puckett and twin sister of Melanie Amber Puckett, slept with Freddie Benson. And I was now barely showing with our four-month-so-far-developed baby. And, the worst part is, he doesn't even remember. He was too drunk when it happened to have a hope of.
Well, you're all probably confused huh? I mean, about why we got drunk and all the other things? Well, how about I explain everything to you? It all began four months ago...