Huge apology is due to ChiaMarie23. She has waited a long time for this. Too long. I've actually had it done for a while but due to technical problems, as well as time and my stupidity (I pressed Delete when I tried to send myself the file…), it has been delayed…Once again, I'm sorry, and I hope this is worth the wait…
Oh yeah and I've had this idea since before this happened, but Allison and Kris covered this song and it's really awesome=D
Chapter 3- You Don't Know How Lovely You Are
Allison's POV
It had been a long time since I had last spoken to Adam. Sure, it was only three weeks, which was like nothing to some people, like the ones who went to high school together and never talked again until they ran into each other in a café and ended up catching up over lunch until they realize they're late for work…But it was different for us. We were like brother and sister. At least, to him we were. To me, he was my knight in black leather and eyeliner and nail polish.
But he'd never feel the same way. He was gay. He loved Kris. They were engaged.
It all just hit me again. And it hurt. But still, I knew he loved me. Somehow, that was all that mattered. Even if it kinda was incest the fact that I was carrying his child.
But everything hit me again. My world was falling apart right around my feet. I was pregnant at 21. I was pregnant with the child of a guy who considered me his brother. They guy who I loved and would never be able to tell the truth. If I did…
The only other option was one I could never do. Getting an abortion wouldn't just kill the baby, it'd kill me. I felt like it was murder, and I didn't want to be responsible for it. Not after the stories I had heard from various people, one sticking out being a close friend who got pregnant at 16 and got an abortion before anyone else, except for me, another close friend, and the would be father, knew anything. She regretted it. She regretted it when she saw her baby just thrown away, literally and figuratively. I couldn't do it. Especially since I was 5 years older, had money because I was a celebrity, and-
I was a celebrity. Everyone who know, and my career and life would be ruined. Unless I somehow married or found an excuse, by career would be ruined by a baby scandal. In America's eyes, I was the sweet, innocent girl next door, who just happened to be talented, not a slut. Still, people didn't understand these things, and instead of trying, they just change their mind, usually against others, and only based on the hazy facts. Since marrying Adam was out of the question…
He deserved to know.
I went to his house sometime the next day. I hadn't seen him since I ran out, and I still felt terrible for it.
"Alli!" Adam smiled. I gave a weak smile back. He noticed something wrong. That's how well we knew each other. Or, at least that's what I wanted to believe. I could have been that obvious…
"Adam…I'm-" I couldn't do it. Not with that concerned look in his eyes. Not with Kris around, who wasn't right there, but probably somewhere in the house where Adam's scream would be audible. "Fat."
"Allison…You're a beautiful and amazing girl and I love-"
"No! I'm not! And what if it's not my fault that I'm gonna be fat? And what if I don't deserve to be loved and-"
"I'll still be h-"
"No you won't!" And I ran. Just like some little toddler. Scared.