He was lying on his back, throwing a basketball up and down. He needed to tell me something, I could tell… Nick wasn't one to sit more than 2 seconds without talking. He said he was breaking up with his girlfriend last night—so we could be together. This morning he walked into my room and over to my couch. Where he's been throwing that damn basketball up and down for three hours. I've just left him be, if he wanted to talk he would. I watched a couple movies, glancing over at Nick every once in a while, making sure he was still there. He looked as if he would get up too, but then he would slide back down and continue throwing the basketball. I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I knew, Nick was on the phone.
"No," He said. He sounded as if he'd been crying. "I never said that Selena." He said in a calm tone. "I'm at Miley's," He said in the same tone. "Selena—we talked enough last night, I need time to process!" Nick yelled, he sighed. "I—I don't want to be with you," He said in the calmest tone. "I love you, but I don't feel the same as I once did." I turned over in my bed and stole a peek through my eyelashes, tears we're running down his face. "I'm scared too," He looked down and ran his fingers through his hair. "I—I know and it was a mistake," He shuddered. "I—I should have—I should have pulled out every time," A new batch of tears started rolling down his face, then I understood why he'd been so quite, been so scared—Selena was pregnant, with his child.
Call me a dorkk—but I like it!
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How about you guys? Should I continue?? It was just an idea and I thought I'd run with it!
