Marit, you forgot to vote! hahaha...anyway, to my one voter, you got it )
Anyway, this is so short it's almost stupid to post it, but my two exams are the next two days, so I don't want to leave it until Thursday.
"Pull the hair back from your eyes, let the people see your pretty face. Some things you have to learn them all on your own, you can't rely on anybody else."
Those three letters were going to change her life. Those three letters were her future, the future that was going to become the present, which was already moving too fast. She'd gotten married less than six months before, she'd found a way to start a career in music, and now she was pregnant. "Damn it," she muttered. She leaned up against the wall, her heart started beating at an anxious pace. How was she going to take care of a child, when she was still one herself? She set her hand down on the counter, accidentally knocking her hair brush to the floor.
"You ok Haley?"Chris called to her, but she could tell he must havebeen right outside the door for at least the past five minutes.
"Yeah….I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute." She looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, biting her lip. She stood up straight and threw the test and the box in the garbage. She looked in the mirror and tried to put on her best fake smile. She reached for the door knob, she'd have to face everyone eventually.
She opened the door and Chris looked up at her. He was sitting cross-legged with his guitar right across from the bathroom door. "I swear I only came over here after I heard you drop something." She didn't exactly expect to face anyone that quickly.
Her expression didn't change at all. Just looking up at her, Chris could tell the smile was too fake, he didn't even have to ask what the result was. "Sometimes those things are wrong…right?"
Her forced smile disappeared. "No, it's right," she replied, looking away. She knew it was, it made sense. The days matched up, she'd been sick.
"It'll be ok Haley." She sat down next to him.
"What's going to happen? I wasn't planning on giving up." She looked at him, her eyes pleading.
"We've only got two more months of performances. And as for recording the CD, that couldn't take less than six months really. You'll only have to worry about promoting it." She leaned over, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
"What's Nathan going to say?" She looked up at Chris, her perfect brown eyes looking for the perfect answer, something reassuring.
"That he loves you." He was what she alwayswished Taylor could have been, like an older sibling who actually cared.