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Austin and I haven't spoken in about 2 days. I've tried to start a conversation with him, but he just rolls his eyes or mumbles something under his breath, and walks away. Of course it upsets me, but I just need to let him calm down, I guess.

I walk downstairs and take my usual seat at the kitchen table.

"Your breakfast will be ready soon," my mum says.

I sigh. "You don't have to keep making me breakfast, I can make it myself."

"I know I don't have to keep making you breakfast, I want to," she replies.

"Why are you acting so nice all of a sudden?" I ask her.

"Are you saying I'm usually horrible?" she questions, turning around to face me and folding her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I'm just saying that you don't usually make me breakfast this often..." I say.

She looks at me with what looks like pity, and walks closer to me and places a hand on my left shoulder.

"What?" I ask her, bemused.

"I've noticed how you and Austin haven't been talking lately..." she tells me, softly.

"Is that why you've been making breakfast for me so much?" I question.

"No, that's because I want to, as I said before. I just want to know why you're ignoring eachother," she says.

"I'm not ignoring him; I've actually tried to talk to him a couple of times but he just continues to ignore me," I state.

"Why is he ignoring you? Is it because of your little secret thing?" she asks me.

I look down, which basically tells her everything she needs to know.

"It couldn't have been that bad..." she says, sounding unsure.

"It was..." I mumble, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Well, what was it?" she questions.

"I'd rather not say," I reply.

Before she can say anything else, Austin walks into the kitchen. My mum gives me a look that says 'talk to him now and don't mess it up' before she quickly prepares the rest of my breakfast and hands it to me.

I smile at her gratefully. She smiles back and walks out of the kitchen, closing the door behind her.

Austin pours himself a glass of orange juice, as I begin to eat my breakfast. The silence that envelopes us is awkward, to say the least.

"Surely you should know how it feels..." Austin suddenly says, making me look up from my plate and turn my attention to him.

"What?"

"You should know how it feels to be adopted," he replies.

This takes me by surprise, but I keep my composure. "Well, I do know how it feels to be adopted, ye-" before I can continue, Austin cuts me off.

"But the difference is, you know who your parents are... You weren't put up for adoption at birth, so really, you don't know what it really feels like," he says.

"That's true, but putting our baby up for adoption at birth would be better because then he or she won't know the difference. They'll just assume that the people who adopt them are their real parents, unless they get told that they are adopted. But they will get a good life from the start, and won't have to go through feeling unwanted..." I reply.

"And what if they find out that they're adopted? Do you not think they'd feel unwanted by us? And we can give he or she a good life, no, a great life. Adoption doesn't have to be the answer, Ally." He puts his glass down and walks out of the kitchen.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Yes, what he said is sort of true, but I can't help but feel like adoption is the best thing to do for the baby. I mean, surely since I was adopted, I should know what it feels like and what I would've wanted. Okay, maybe I wouldn't have wanted to be adopted, but it was obvious my parents couldn't take care of me, and I've accepted that. To be honest, it would've been easier on me if I had just been put up for adoption when I was born, to save all of the heartbreak and upset that I suffered.

But everyone's different.

Who's to say the baby will feel the same way that I do about adoption? What if they end up wanting to find Austin and I? That would just bring unneeded stress into their life.

Ugh. I have to make a decision about this.

I stand up and walk into the living room, where Austin is flicking through the TV channels as he sits lazily on the couch.

"Austin..." I say, softly.

He looks up at me, waiting for me to continue speaking.

Before I can say anything else, there's a knock at the door.

I walk over to the door and open it, to reveal none other than, "Aunt Kathy?"

"Ally!" she exclaims, hugging me. I giggle and hug her back. She releases from the hug and looks at me, smiling. Her curly brunette hair is up into a messy bun and a few strands are left down on both sides of her face. She is like me. Well, she looks like me, even though we aren't related - she's my mum's sister, and I call her my aunt, but she's not my real aunt, like my mum isn't my biological mother. Her personality is different, though. Except she also tends to ramble sometimes, but other than that, she is actually quite confident and loud, unlike me. That's probably why her and Trish get on so well. They both have the same kind of fashion sense as well.

"What are you doing here?" I ask her, with a smile on my face.

"I heard the news. Your mum rang me and asked me to come and see you," she says.

"She did?" I question, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Yes. She's worried about you..." she tells me.

Austin walks up behind me. I look at him for a second, before turning around to face my aunt again.

"Aunt Kathy, this is Austin," I say, gesturing towards Austin.

"Hello Austin. I'm Ally's aunt, Kathy, but you probably already knew that since Ally just said it," my aunt greets.

"Nice to meet you," Austin replies, smiling. He holds a hand out for her to shake, but she just sighs and pulls him in for a hug. Austin seems a little surprised at first, but he awkwardly hugs her back. When they stop hugging eachother, my aunt turns to me and whispers, "He's cute. And he smells good, too."

I giggle, and Austin chuckles a little. I'm guessing he heard her say that.

"Is he your boyfriend?" she asks me.

"Um... He was, but we broke up..." I say, awkwardly.

"Oh, but I thought- never mind. It seems like a lot has happened since I last talked to your parents. And it's been a pretty long time since we've seen eachother, Ally," she states.

"I know," I agree.

"I came here to talk to you," she says.

"About what?" I question.

"Can I come in?" she asks me, ignoring my question.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I step aside to let her in, and once she's inside, I close the door and turn to face Austin. "Could you give us a minute?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he says, before he walks upstairs.

Aunt Kathy sits down on the couch and gestures for me to sit next to her. I walk over and sit down, waiting for her to start talking.

"Okay, so your mother called me yesterday and told me that you've been acting a bit strange these past few days. She explained everything that's been going on lately. Congratulations, by the way."

"Uh, thanks..." I say, looking down at my lap.

"She forgot to mention that you and Austin broke up... Is that what this is about?" she asks me, softly.

I look up at her. "No... I-I said something that I shouldn't have said. I should've just kept my thoughts to myself..." I tell her.

"What did you say?" she questions.

"I... I said that... I'm considering putting mine and Austin's baby up for adoption," I tell her, tears threatening to fall down my face.

She gasps, but doesn't say anything. She rubs my back soothingly, trying to calm me down while tears start to fall from my eyes.

"Ally, you know what being adopted feels like, do you really want to put your baby through that?" she asks me, as she stops rubbing my back and places both of her hands onto her lap.

"I don't know. But what I do know is that Austin is against the idea, and that's why we've not been talking to eachother for a few days," I say. "But Austin and I have got our whole lives ahead of us. We're still teenagers. Austin's going to MUNY soon and I've been accepted into another music school early. We'll be in different states, and we'll probably hardly get to see eachother."

My aunt nods in understanding, listening intently.

"I just thought that the baby could have a better life with a couple who can offer him or her more than Austin and I could." I wipe a few tears away.

"And how do you know that you won't end up regretting that decision in a few years?" she questions.

I shrug. "I don't know. But for now, it seems like the best thing to do."

"Well, do you want my advice?" she asks me, as she sits up straighter.

I nod and look at her, also sitting up straighter.

"I think that you should talk to your parents about this, see what they say, and then you should go with what you feel is right. But really think abut it first. Don't just make a decision so quickly without considering everything first. There has got to be other options that will make everyone involved happy. And I'm sure Austin will support you in whatever decision you make. Just give him some time to think about it."

A small smile spreads across my face. "You're right..."

"I'm always right," she says.

I giggle. "You're not always right... Remember that time we went to that theme park and you said that it would be fine to go on that ride after I ate like, three hot dogs? You were so wrong then."

She shivers slightly at the memory. "I had to throw my favourite shoes away that night..."

"Well, if you hadn't suggested going on that ride, your favourite shoes would still be here," I say.

"I know... Okay, so I'm not always right..." She mutters.

"You're only just realising that now?" I ask her, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I'm admitting it now. I realised it a long time ago, I just never wanted to say it," she tells me.

We start laughing a bit. Once we stop laughing, she hugs me. I hug her back, and smile.

"Kathy, you came!" I hear my mum say. We release from the hug and look at my mum.

"Well, hello Penny. How nice of you to finally notice," she says as she stands up.

My mum rolls her eyes, and walks up to hug her sister.

I smile as they quickly hug, before they walk into the kitchen, talking.

I'm glad my aunt is here. I didn't realise how much I missed her until now. Her advice actually helped, and for the first time in a few days, I felt really happy.

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