2 and ½ weeks

What is up with you?

Summary: As opposed to 9 and ½ weeks lol! Sandy, Kirsten, Berkeley, fight, break-up, something's wrong.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Well the story is…not the characters.

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Yeah I know…I'm meant to be not writing…at least not random other stuff but I did. Last night this happened. Think it might be a short, short-chaptered fic another version of Kirsten's abortion. I'm up to my third version lol!

Reposted this because I made a couple of little changes and corrections. Will actually continue this time!

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'What is up with you?' Sandy Cohen snapped at his girlfriend of six weeks.

He didn't mean it to come out like that, it just did.

'What's up with me?' she spat back. 'You're the one who's been weird all day.'

That was the way; lash out, turn this around; anything to take the focus of her.

He raised one bushy eyebrow. 'You've been acting strange all week, maybe two.'

Kirsten wasn't herself, he needed to know whether it was his fault.

'I-,' she began, raising one hand exasperatedly, her voice angry, then suddenly seeming to lose the energy. 'I don't know.'

He was right. But she was lying.

Hot tears sprung from Kirsten's eyes and she forcefully wiped them away, petulantly shrugging off her boyfriend's comforting arm.

He hated it when she did that. Pretended she wasn't crying. Pretended nothing was wrong. When it was, obviously.

'It's just PMS,' she muttered quietly, 'except…'

Except she was late. Very late.

'What?'

Tell me.

'Northing,' she cried, turning away sharply and wrapping her arms around herself.

This wasn't happening. She was just being paranoid.

Sandy sighed, softening his tone slightly and asking, 'It's not your dad is it?...Jimmy?'

He couldn't think of anything he'd done…then again, the slightest thing seemed to irritate her at the moment.

'Why is it always my dad with you?' she retorted, spinning to face him furiously. 'Why does Jimmy always come up? For God's sake Sandy, you don't even know the guy…don't know either of them.'

There she went again. Snapping at Sandy for no reason whatsoever.

'I know they upset you, piss you off.'

'You know who's really pissing me off right now Sandy?' she asked, her voice rising angrily again. 'You!'

'Oh well I'm sorry. I don't know why you bother.'

How they'd lasted six weeks he didn't know. Three days had been his bet, if that.

Kirsten recoiled at the sarcasm and bit back, 'Me neither. Why don't you just piss off?' The words were already out of her mouth before she realised where she was and had to hastily backtrack.

She really needed to think before she made outbursts like that. Of course, if she'd followed that advice she wouldn't be having this argument.

'Oh, but I'm in your mail truck…so I'm just gonna…go now.'

He smiled at that, thought she might. Thought she'd cry again, let him hug her, they'd topple onto the bed together and make up.

He thought wrong.

The electric tension was suddenly gone leaving a heavy awkwardness in the air. Sandy watched shell-shocked as Kirsten tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, obviously embarrassed, and head for the door without looking up.

'See you around Sandy,' she mumbled, her voice barely more than a whisper.

She couldn't be here right now. Not like this.

'Kirsten,' he choked out, 'is…are we…is this…?'

If she was dumping him she was going to damn well say it.

'You tell me Sandy,' she said, teary blue eyes meeting his for a moment, 'you tell me.'

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