When I got home, I told my Mom that I had a terrible migraine and she let me go upstairs to lie down. I was lying on my stomach, fiddling with the lining of a bright floral quilt that was sprawled across my bed messily. The seriousness of today had drained all of my energy from my body.

My mind wasn't racing anymore but I couldn't stop thinking about Whitney. If I could take away the anxiety and helplessness she was probably feeling right now, I would. I would rather be knocked up instead of Whitney, I knew for a fact she couldn't handle a child, she was still one herself. I know I am too, but she's a lot less mature than me.

I rolled over on the bed and turned towards the window. I saw Henry helping Marcus into the backseat of his car. It was a black Mercedes-Benz and I was told several times by my Dad that it was a C-300. Whatever that means I'm not sure. It had a charcoal leather interior and I had to admit it was sleek. They must be going golfing, I thought to myself.

I averted my gaze and turned to look at my room. It was so much nicer than my old room back home. The walls were cream. On the right wall of my room, pictures of my old friends and I from Ireland were arranged in a big heart and the letters 'JULIE' were painted in stencil above my bed. My mom had painted my name on the wall while I was at school yesterday. She was immensely talented and creative. She was in the process of decorating the basement, which was to be a 'play room' for Marcus and I when we had friends over.

While I was twisting my hair into a bun at the nape of my kneck I heard a faint knock on my door, it was so quiete I wasn't sure if it was my mind playing tricks on me. It creaked open slowly and I saw my Mom's face peak in.

"Hi dear, how are you feeling?" She said as she entered the room with a tray filled with food in her hands. She set it down on my bed and ushered me towards her. Seeing the food she prepared for me after I told her I was sick made me feel guilty. I sat on my double bed beside the tray and she sat down beside me.

"A bit better thank you." I smiled at her.

"Is there something wrong Juls?" My mom reached across for my hand took it in hers and gave it a slight squeeze."Yeah… see my friend has a problem.." I glanced up at her from beneath my dark eyelashes before averting my gaze quickly. "You see, today she found out that she's pregnant and she's in a total mess.." I didn't look up to see her reaction.

After a few seconds I felt her gel nails brush beneath my chin and tilt my head upwards to face her. Her expression was one of hurt.

"Oh Juls, what have you gotten yourself into?" She sighed quietly.

I took a deep breath before responding, trying to gather my thoughts into a coherent sentence.

"She's a really good person Mom, I know she is. She has a heart of gold but she's crumbling slowly to pieces…" I couldn't continue because my throat got very dry all of a sudden.

"What are you going to do about the baby?" She asked me looking so deep into my eyes as though she was staring into my soul.

"What do you mean what am I going to do with the baby?" I questioned confused after regaining my looked down and linked my fingers with hers, and after clearing her throat she said "Well are you going to keep it?"

My eyes widened at what she said. She thought I was pregnant. Me. I couldn't help but release a giggle, this slip of a laugh lead to more laughter and soon enough I was lying back on my bed laughing hysterically. My mom looked at me with concern-filled eyes and put her hand against my forhead to see if I had a temperature.

"Julie?"

I stopped laughing and shook my head. "I'm not pregnant, it's a friend. Like I said, a friend. Not me."

"Oh." Realisation flooded her face and her cheeks turned a rosy-pink color. "Well don't start off stories saying my friend, without saying their name anymore. That's what people do when they are looking for advice for themselves, not their friends."

I smiled. "Rightio."

The rest of the night was spent with my Mom in my room. We just talked and ate the food she brought upstairs. After stuffing my faces with salt and vinegar crisps, chocolate-chip muffins, toast dripping with nutella and drinking a raspberry smoothie, tiredness consumed my body and I fell into a deep slumber.


I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I let out a sigh and pulled my phone out from beneath my pillow. The clock on my phone read 7.03am. Who rings at this time in the morning, I thought moodily.

I was not a morning person at all. All anger left my body when I saw the caller id: Whitney. I quickly pressed the answer button and pulled the phone up to my ear.

"Juls?" A timid voice asked me.

"Yeah, I'm here hunny are you okay?" After saying that I rolled my eyes at my stupidness, of course she's not okay that's why she's calling.

"Em.. I was hoping you would come to the doctors with me today. My mom is refusing to go with me and I really don't want to go on my own…" She took a breath and started rambling quickly "Don't worry about it actually, I'll just go on my own. I shouldn't be dragging you into this. It's my fault.. I'm so stup-"

I cut her off "Whit, I'll be over in a few minutes. Of course I'm coming. Sit tight babe." I said soothingly.

"Thanks."

I hung up the phone and clambered off my bed. I rushed over to my closet and searched for something to wear. I pulled my pyjamas off and threw on a pair of grey sweat-shorts with a HCO logo embroidered on the side in light yellow.(AN. I don't know what they are called, shorts but they are made of sweat pant material. Lol). I put on a white tank top, which had a stain on it but I didn't really care about my appearance today. I saw that my room was really messy but I couldn't bring myself around to tidy it quickly so I skipped towards the mirror and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, letting the front strands fall out to frame my face. I wasn't bothered to put on makeup so I ran downstairs to the kitchen.

"Hey mom?" I asked as I entered the empty room, I presumed she would be awake because she can never sleep in past 6.30am, but she wasn't in the kitchen.

A fragrance of bread being made in the oven came to me. She must be awake, I thought. I walked out of the kitchen and into the laundry room. My mom was folding clothes that she was gathering from the dryer. She must of heard my footsteps on the cold tiles because she turned to face me.

"Morning."

"Hey mom, will you drop me to Whitney's house, she's going to the doctors and she wants me to go with her, please? I know it's a school day, but…" I put on an angelic smile and she laughed.

"Of course, let me just get my keys. You go wait outside by the car." She instructed. I remembered I left my cellphone upstairs, so I sprinted back up the stairs and grabbed it off my bed. I noticed I hadn't closed my curtains last night as I peered out the large window. All was peaceful outside and there was nobody to be seen. Good, I wasn't in the mood to hide my face in a paper bag. I know it was mean of me to be avoiding him but I had other things to think about than him. Yesterday put everything into perspective. I realised you can't put your life on hold for a boy and I shouldn't be so obsessed with him.

The leaves of the tree outside my window swayed in the slight breeze. I got sidetracked gawking out the window and I heard my mom call me from the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming!"


"Its this one on the left Mom." I pointed towards her semi-detached house.

"I think." I added quietly, all of the houses on her street looked so familiar. The same cream walls, same thick wooden doors and the same garden landscape in the front. She indicated and pulled into what I hoped was her driveway.

Soon enough Whitney opened her front door and jogged towards the car.

I rolled down my window, opened the car door and tried unsuccessfully to undo my seat belt.

"Thanks Mom. We can walk from here." I smiled at her, still fiddling with the seat belt that was caught in the belt buckle.

"I can drop you girls over if you want?" My mom asked.

I saw Whitney's face grow weary when she realised my Mom knew where we where going.

"Sure, okay. In ya pop Whit!" I smiled at her trying to lighten the mood.

She pulled her bangs out of her eyes, and got in the back seat.

The rest of the car journey was silent except to the sound of Justin Bieber's song that was playing on the radio. Go figure.

After thanking my Mom, we walked into the doctors. It was very quiete and only the sound of a person typing on a computer could be heard. We sat down in the deserted waiting room and I looked around. The walls were mostly bare, a notice board lined one wall and children's toys were crammed messily on a low shelf beneath it.

I turned towards Whitney about to say something, when I saw what she was looking at. A poster of an cartoon baby was stuck up with thumb tacks on one of the many doors, it read: 'Mommy, please tell the doctor about me' In big writing and beneath it read:

'If you think you may be pregnant please tell the doctor or nurse before having an x-ray because it is dangerous for you and the unborn child.'

"Hey Whitney."She prised her eyes slowly off the poster and gave me a smile, a smile that didn't reach her eyes."Yeah?"

"How are you feeling?"

"Better than yesterday. I think I'm starting to get my head around it. I'm just worried about telling Ronan."

I could tell by her cold eyes there was more to the story than that, and the next question I said to her was about her parents.

"Did you tell your Dad?""Yeah, he took it better than Mom. About that, I'm sorry you had to see my Mom like that, she was just shocked."

"Of course, like anyone would be." I smiled sincerely at her.

"I'm thinking of giving the baby to my Mom and Dad and for them to raise it as their own. They've been trying for ages and I don't think its fair for me to just give mine up for adoption. Plus, I want to be a big part in my baby's life. You know? And he or she will still grow up knowing I'm their mom." She said while fiddling with the hem of her top.

"Yeah. You know I'm going to be here with you every step of the way Whit. Even through your cranky mood swings and morning sickness." I giggled.

She laughed "That's two things I'm not looking forward too!"

"Yeah, but just think. You will be that cool Mom that all the kids wish was their Momma!" We giggled about other random things like this until we were called into a room by the doctor.

The female doctor who was talking to us was really sweet and funny. She didn't look like it from her physical appearance but she actually was. The doctor whose name was Jackie told us that Whitney was 11 weeks pregnant, so she didn't do an ultrasound. It was amazing, but she let us hear the baby's heartbeat.

Whitney had to answer a lot of questions about her family history and the doctor ran a few tests. Whitney were given lots of leaflets which I read outloud to her when we left, in a funny accent.

"There's so much I can't do now!" Whitney said when she glanced over my shoulder at a leaflet that told us what she should and shouldn't eat.

I giggled, we were walking down a busy street where people were in a rush to get to work, after nearly being trampled on by a man with a leather briefcase, I linked arms with Whitney so we wouldn't cause another pedestrian collision.

"Oh look Whit, it says here that its important to eat fish because it contains Omega 3 oils which help with the baby's brain development."

"Ugh. I hate fish." She joked dramatically while pulling her hand to her forehead and sticking her tongue out.

I giggled and dragged her into a café.


I ordered a hot chocolate and Whitney chose a cup of tea. While the waitress was pouring the tea into Whitney's cup, I flicked through some of the leaflets before finding the one I was looking for.

"Whitney, It says here-" She giggled as I began another lecture on what she should be drinking. Whitney smiled at the waitress as she walked away.

"As I was saying. It says here you can only have 300mg of caffeine a day! So that cup of tea your having.." I glanced up at her "Is 75mg!"

Her eyes widened in fake shock. "Is that a lot?""Um.. I don't know!" I admitted through my giggles.

Our day continued with me reading from what Whitney described as my new 'Bible' and giggling at everything I read aloud.

By the time I returned home it was 5.30pm and I was really giddy.


I wedged my key into the door and opened it slowly. I knew Henry was still at work because his car wasn't parked in the driveway.

I strolled into the kitchen and made my way over to fridge. I opened it and searched for something to eat. Chocolate. I grabbed a bar of it from the fridge and closed the door with my foot. I was just pouring myself a glass of skimmed milk when I noticed someone else's presence in the room. I turned around and saw Justin twirling around on a stool.

"Um.. Hi."

He smiled over at me "Hey, your Mom said I could wait for you in here."

I just nodded my head, Justin stopped swivelling on the stool and walked towards me. He held out his hands patiently, waiting for me to take them in mine. Which I did willingly of course.

"I missed you in school today." He said pressing his hot lips against my cheek that was still cold from being outside.

"Sorry." Was all I could manage.

He twisted the hair that was hanging loose from my ponytail, around his finger loosely. "Don't worry about it."

Justin pulled my body slowly towards his in a gentle hug. I felt him kiss the top of my head and ruffle my hair that most likely resembled a birds nest.

"Wanna go upstairs?"

"Are you sure you want to be alone in your room with me?" Justin teased me.

"Yup. But not in the way you've got planned out in your head." I giggled, whilst pulling him behind me and walking towards the hallway.

I heard him chuckle softly behind me.

I saw my Mom filing her nails in the living room and I waved at her. "Just showing Justin my room!" Before she got any crazy ideas in her head about why we were going upstairs. I dragged Justin up the marble staircase and towards my room. A comfortable silence filled the air around us. I stopped in front of my door dramatically and winked.

"You ready for this Bieber?""I sure am, Juls." His lips pursed into a smile when he said this.

I wrenched the door open and pushed him in, before closing the door behind me.

I ran towards my mirror after seeing half of my underwear drawer on show along the carpet beside it. I quickly kicked them towards my walnut chest of drawers and felt my cheeks flame up. I turned back towards the mirror and saw my hair.

"Oh my gosh." I said as I took my hair out of the ponytail and left it loose. Justin didn't respond. I turned towards him and saw he was sprawled out on my bed. I looked closer at him, whilst kicking off my converse.

I gazed at what Justin was wearing. A black t-shirt, dark jeans and black high-top sneakers. Aw, he looks cute. I looked up at his face to see him smiling widely back at me. Then I noticed something on his head.

Wait what was that? Then I realised. My cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as I ran at him. He started laughing. I dived on top of him and pulled my blue lacy underwear off his head. I threw it across to the other side of the room.

At this point Justin was laughing hysterically. I clambered off him and kneeled beside him with my arms folded tightly. He stopped laughing and reached towards me.

"Sorry, it had to be done though. Your bras and panties are everywhere, you should be relieved I didn't stuff any of them into my pockets."

"You're a perv you know that." I giggled at him before mockingly checking he didn't have any in his pockets.

"Sorry.." He smiled mischievously at me.

I lay back down on my bed and looked up at him.

"Night Justi." I slowly closed my eyes.

"Its not even six o'clock Juls."

"And your point is?"

"Ugh." He sighed dramatically and flopped down on the bed beside me.

"Your such a grandma you know that?" He laughed jokingly and attached his soft lips gently to my kneck.

"Excuse me?" I pretended to be annoyed and prised his lips off my kneck. I rolled over, so I now wasn't facing him.

"Okay. I lie. You're not. Grandma's don't wear undies like you, that's for sure." He said turning my body back towards him and smiling at his last sentence.

"Will you drop the whole panties talk?" I questioned him while messing with his hair. He placed his hands on my lower back and started rubbing my back gently.

"For now." He said quietly.

I giggled before falling into a peaceful sleep in Justin's arms.


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