All It Takes Is a Boy and a Girl
When you're in high school, and your best friend is a hot guy, what do you do? Amu Hinamori asked herself that question the very night that she slept with her best friend, Ikuto Tsukyomi. Like all teen sex stories, Amu turns up pregnant. Considering abortion, Amu talks to her mom and step-dad. After cowering out of abortion, she considers adoption. Remembering that no person really wants to adopt anymore, she decides to keep the baby. Deciding is the easy part, telling everyone is complicated, but the hardest part is raising a child in high school. Amuto.
Chapter Two: Could This Get Any Worse!?
"Amu? Are you okay?" Mom asked, patting my back as I sat up. I've been sick, and my mom is freaking out. "Your not bulimic, are you?" mom asked.
"No! God mom, gross." I shot back, disgusted. I grabbed a plastic cup from the counter and filled it with water.
"Okay. Just making sure. I mean, you've eaten so much, but you've been throwing it back up." she stated. I know she was concerned, but this was over-reacting.
"I'll go to the free clinic after school, okay?" I bargained, rinsing out my mouth.
"Okay, honey. Take one of your friends, okay?" she said, smiling slightly at me. I nodded and brushed my teeth. I'm not going to any freaking clinic. I thought, walking to my room to get my school bag.
//-After-School_--
"Amu, girl, what's up?" my friend, Ran, asked. I was sitting on the hood of my car. Ran was followed by Miki and Suu.
"What?" I asked. Ran was wearing a pink tank top and a pink skirt, her pink hair trailing down her back and her pink eyes covered by dark sunglasses. Suu wore a light green tank top over a white long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of blue jeans, wearing her blonde hair in low pigtails, and her gold eyes protected by her hand. Miki had on a blue checkered shirt (light blue and dark blue checkers), a pair of denim shorts that hung just passed her knees, and a light blue fedora that covered her short blue spiked locks. She had on a pair of thin reading glasses to cover her blue eyes. I had on a black loose short sleeved shirt, faded black skinny jeans, and black ballet flats.
"You've been, like, really emotional lately." Ran said, pulling her hair into a high ponytail.
"You're also really pale." Suu said, her gold eyes looked scared and concerned.
"Amu, have you, oh, I dunno, had sex before?" Miki asked. Ouch, Miki. That one stung. I thought. She was always so blunt.
"Uh, yeah. What it's to you?" I asked, trying to sound angry. Dia, another friend, walked up. She had her reddish-blonde hair let loose, and hair in her honey eyes. She wore a yellow sundress with a diamond pattern, and black boots that reached her knees.
"Get a pregnancy test, Amu, or we will drag you to the free clinic and get one done for you." Dia stated. Her and Miki were oh so very blunt.
"Okay, fine. God, you four are annoying." I said, sliding off the hood and getting into the driver's seat.
"Wait for me!" Miki said, jumping into the passenger seat.
"Coming along for the joyride?" I asked, starting the car. Miki smiled at me and turned on the radio. I drove to the convenience store.
"Could you buy me a box of pocky?" Miki asked, handing me some money. I sighed and took her cash. I quickly did my shopping and got out.
"God. I don't want my mom to see this." I said, holding the pregnancy test.
"We'll go to my place." Miki said. She didn't live with her parents. She was roomies with Ran and Suu.
"Okay." I said, driving towards her apartment. They lived in a nice little apartment downtown. Miki unlocked the door and walked to the stereo. I tossed her pocky on the couch and walked to the bathroom. Ten minutes later- I groaned. I carried the little white stick to the living room.
"What's the verdict?" Miki asked, biting on her pocky.
"The little pink plus sign of doom." I muttered. I tossed the thing into the trash and sighed.
"Mom's gonna kill me." I muttered, sitting down next to Miki.
"Well, you could try abortion." Miki stated, gesturing to the TV commercial.
"Hell no. I'm not gonna kill some kid that hasn't been born yet!" I said, pushing myself up. My hair fell out of my X-clips. The little red clips dropped to the floor. I paced around the room.
"Amu, what are you gonna do, then?" Miki asked, tossing the box of pocky aside.
"I don't know. Miki, I don't know!" I wailed, falling to the floor. I started to cry. Miki ran over to me.
"Amu. If you wanna have this baby, just say so. Do you wanna keep it?" Miki asked, grabbing my shaking shoulders.
"I'm not gonna put a freaking baby in the system! Nobody wants to adopt a kid anymore! I have to keep the baby!" I said, hugging Miki.
"Whose the father?" Miki asked.
"I-Ikuto." I whispered. Miki patted my back.
"You've got to tell him, Amu. You have to." Miki urged, helping me stand. I nodded slightly and sat down on the couch. "I'll be there. Okay, I'll be there." Miki soothed, smiling slightly.
"Thanks. How am I gonna tell my mom?" I asked, wiping my face from tears.
"Be blunt." Miki said simply.
"I'm not you." I said, shaking my head.
"Well, just say it. Don't beat around the bush or avoid the topic. Say it and get it over with." Miki said, picking up the remote and changing the channel.
"Right. Okay. Thanks." I said, standing.
"Wait. Let's go to the clinic first. We need to be sure." Miki said. I nodded, and we went.