I sat on the couch in my PJ's eating a slice of the cake I had just made. I moodily took a bite. South Park was playing on my flatscreen T.V.
There was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I yelled.
"The best guy ever!" I heard Damian tell back. I couldn't help but smile.
"Come in," I said, turning down the volume. I sat down the cake. He walked in and sat down next to me. He looked at me, waiting for me to talk. I stared right back at him. I wasn't going to break.
"Mars," he said, "Do you want to go look at the stars?" He nudged me and against my will, I smiled a little. I nodded and walked outside. He took my hand and told me he loved me. I saw the warmth in his eyes as he said it.
"I love you too," I said, "I really, really love you." We laid down on the grass. "Damian," I said, quietly, taking his hand, "When do you think he'll wake up?" I knew it was an unfair question. He couldn't answer it.
"I wish I knew, Mars," he said. He rolled over to kiss my cheek. I ran my hand threw his hair and smiled.
A car suddenly pulled up. I recognized it as Lindsay's. She stepped out and looked at me sadly. "Mars," she said desperately, "Can we talk?"
"Yeah sure," I said standing up. I looked at Damian apologetically. He nodded and watched as Lindsay and I went inside. I saw him get up and go towards his house. "What's wrong, babe?" I asked, sitting her down on the couch.
She started crying. "I-I think I'm pregnant," she said hysterically.
I looked at her in shock. My jaw literally dropped. "Wha- what?" My eyes grew as big as saucers. "When… who?"
"Jared, when we were in Hawaii. It's just starting to show," she said, lifting her shirt to show me a little bump.
"Lindsay," I said, "I…" I couldn't think of anything to say.
"I'm so scared, Mars," she said looking like a lost puppy. Her lips were pouted and her eyes were full of tears. I wrapped my arms around her and held her she sobbed. My mind raced. Lindsay, sweet, sincere, over-achieving, rule enforcing, Lindsay Pearce was pregnant.
"I'm sorry, Mars," she said, "I shouldn't have come over and bugged you, I just needed to let you know in person."
"Lindsay," I said, "Don't apologize. Thank you for telling me." I grasped her hand.
"You're amazing, Mars," she said, hugging me.
"Have you thought about what you're going to do with it… you know, the baby?" I asked. I looked at her stomach, in marvel that there was a small organism forming inside it.
"I figured I'd talk to the father first," Lindsay said, laughing a little, "But I highly doubt it'll matter. He's thousands of miles away."
I nodded sadly. "Don't make any brash decisions, Lindsay," I warned her.
"I know." She put her forehead on my shoulder. We sat in silence. I was shocked, she was upset.