"I know I shouldn't say this."

Now we move on to the most difficult year of my high school life; senior year.

How was senior year difficult for me?

Let's start at the beginning of the school year.

I was finally a senior. It was only a year more before I leave for college.

The moment I entered the halls of Sherwood, I saw the people there smiling at me. I had a feeling that senior year was going to be awesome for me.

Even though it was just my first day as a senior I got a phone call during ballet class.

"Whose cellphone is that?" Mister Johnson asked angrily.

I knew the call was from Aubrey. What sucked was that the ringtone I picked for Aubrey was my song for her—"Looks like Sex" by Mike Posner. If it was anyone else, it would be "We No Speak Americano".

"That would be mine," I said as I walked to my bag and fumbled through the pockets to look for my phone. When I found it, it was already playing the chorus! I immediately answered it.

"Glitch?" Aubrey said through the phone.

"What is it Aubrey?" I asked. She never called during school hours. There was clearly something important.

I could hear her sobs through my phone. "My dad found out about my pregnancy. Now I have no place to live and the baby feels like it's coming out! It really hurts. I need your help!"

"Where are you?" I asked, confused. Her father kicked her out of their own house?

Her sobs died down slightly. "I'm in front of my house with a couple of duffels and suitcases. Can you pick me up?—ah!"

"Aubrey!" I yelled out of instinct. "What happened?"

Her screams didn't stop. This made me worry.

I picked up my bag and apologized to Mister Johnson. "There's a family emergency going on and I have to be there."

"What is the emergency?" he asked just as I was about to exit the classroom.

"My fiancée, Aubrey Masters, is in labour. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to leave."

Before I left, I said one last thing. "I fucked the coach of last year's ballet group."

When I got to Aubrey's place I saw her with her bags and suitcases. She was crying and screaming in pain.

I ran to her and tried to coax her. She just continued screaming. Lucky for me, I had a car and a legal driver's license so I was able to put her bags in the trunk and her in the backseat.

Ten minutes later we were in the hospital and the doctors checked if she was okay.

"Excuse me, sir," a doctor said to me. "What is Aubrey Masters to you?"

I looked at him and smiled. "She's my fiancée."

"Is the child she's expecting yours?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. What did you expect?"

"Aubrey is fine," he said, obviously changing the subject. "She didn't give birth yet but she's experiencing those normal labour pains. How long has she been pregnant?"

I tried to calculate the amount of time she was pregnant. Since prom we've only had three months of summer vacation. That meant she was pregnant for seven months.

"Seven months, I guess," I told him. "That is my approximation."

He looked at me. His expression showed that he was thinking really hard. "Those labour pains are very normal at this stage during pregnancy. There's nothing to worry about. You can take her home in half an hour."

Within the thirty minutes I was given before I could bring Aubrey to a place to stay I went to her hospital room to see how she was.

She was awake on the hospital bed while holding her stomach. "Hi there, Glitch. I'm sorry I dragged you out here. It's my fault. I shouldn't have forced you to leave school for me."

"It's not your fault," I told her as I walked to the bed. "I blame myself for getting you pregnant. I forgot to wear protection. I mean, I got caught off guard."

She shook her head. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have led you on. I forced you to have sex with me."

"No, it's mine," I said and sat on the bed. "You didn't lead me on. I had sex with you because I wanted to. If anyone's to blame, it should be me."

She put her head on my shoulder. "I guess we're both to blame. I mean, I found out you were crushing on be on the way home from our first date. I stood naked in front of you after graduation, we went all the way that same night, I made you the lead role in all our performances at the ballet competition, we celebrated with champagne, and here we are now; we have a pregnant rich girl and her teenage fiancé."

"I love you, Aubrey." I knew that was a random time for me to say that but I really wanted to let her know that I did. "I'll love you forever, and I'll love the baby too."

She looked at me and smiled. "I love you too, Glitch."

Our lips touched and soon the baby kicked. Neither of us flinched but, instead, kept our lips touched. The kiss helped keep the pain away from Aubrey, I guess.

We released the kiss and looked at each other in the eye. Her eyes were greener than I remembered. They were like emeralds, glistening with tears of I'm not sure if joy or pain.

"Where am I going to stay?" she asked me nervously.

I looked at her and slowly kissed her forehead. "I'll ask my parents if it's okay to let you stay with us. You're practically a family member, now that you're carrying a half-Glitch-half-Aubrey."

Half an hour later I brought Aubrey to my house. My parents and my younger siblings were at the front door to help assist Aubrey and her multiple bags and suitcases.

Just as I entered the door my dad pulled me to the living room and we had a "friendly chat". In other words, he questioned my decision.

"Why is your girlfriend pregnant?" he asked. "Please tell me it's not yours."

I just shook my head.

Dad looked at me with an angered expression. "Aubrey is pregnant with my grandchild?"

He said some shit in Korean that meant "What am I going to do with this boy?"

Finally, mom came to the rescue. "Dear, what are you discussing with our son?"

"He got Aubrey pregnant," dad said angrily. "What are we going to do?"

She put a hand on dad's shoulder. "I'll tell you what we're not gonna do: we're not going to kick Aubrey out of the house. We're not going to get mad at our son either. Aubrey's pregnancy is nobody's fault."

"But, dear—!"

"Nobody is going to be mad at anybody," she said with authority. "Just accept that you are going to have a grandchild this early. Who knows? Maybe they'll have red hair or black hair with red streaks!"

Dad sighed and left the living room.

My parents agreed to let Aubrey stay at our house with a deal; she would stay but only until we both get jobs to support the baby. Aubrey agreed with the deal so she stayed with us. The sad part for me was that she wasn't allowed to stay in my room. Instead, she stayed in my little sister's room whereas my little sister was forced to sleep in my parents' room.

So much for the sweet moments I was hoping for like kissing her stomach before going to bed.

I went to Aubrey's temporary room and saw her reading a book. It was called "Love You Forever".

"I love you forever, I'll like you for always," she sang. Her voice sounded as if it belonged to a choir of Angels.

[See what I did there? I said "choir of Angels"! You know, her crewmate in Lu$h Crew? On second thought, never mind. I only said that because I wanted to make a joke. She didn't sound like a choir of angels. She sounded more like multiple Angels talking in Spanish. It sounded good, but it's not too good that it's the best thing I've ever heard.]

"As long as I'm living my baby you'll be," she finished and closed the book. "Pretty soon you'll be the baby I carry in my arms and rock back and forth."

I smiled at Aubrey. She looked good whenever she showed her soft side.

"That's a really good book," I said, my smile still plastered on my face. "Where did you find that book, anyway?"

"I had it since I was in middle school," she replied. "My mom bought it and I couldn't help but read it whenever I see it. She gave it to me and, since then, the book has been with me."

I walked towards Aubrey and got the book from her. I flipped through the pages and saw pictures of the mom and her son. There was this one picture, however, that was disturbing: it was a picture of a car with a ladder on the roof. I immediately closed the book.

"Is something wrong?" Aubrey asked me, worry eminent in her voice. "Do you not like the book?"

I shook my head. "The mom has a ladder on her car? What's she gonna do; climb up the window of her son's new house or apartment and rock him back and forth?"

"Yes," Aubrey said then got the book from me. "She cares about her son so much. Of course, even if our son or daughter grows up I'll still want to rock him-her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth."

What she said was creepy but I would never say that to her face.

"Dinner's ready, by the way," I said then kissed her lips.

Suddenly a noise came from the door. When I looked, I saw my little sister with a smile on her face.

"Aw, you guys are so sweet!" she said, then giggled, and then walked away.

I smiled at what she said. It's not every day when we hear people think we're sweet. Most of time, some people are just weirded out by us because most of them don't like us together.

"What's for dinner?" Aubrey asked.

I looked at her and rubbed her stomach. "We're having soy garlic chicken. Is that okay with you, sweet child o' mine?"

[Did you get the reference?]

Aubrey giggled. "Soy garlic chicken sounds lovely. I'm sure our baby will love it."

The next day I knew I had to look for a job. After school I immediately got on the first bus to Manhattan and ran to the only nightclub open at daytime; Dance 'til You Drop.

I entered the club's doors and saw only a few people dancing. I walked to the 'employees only' door and entered another door in that room. After the second door, I got out my DCI Agent ID and scanned it on the scanning device behind the second door. After the device confirmed my identification, the small space went down while announcing what floors have passed.

"Sublevel three," the voice prompter said. "You have arrived."

After a larger scanning device scanned my whole body, it opened the doors and let me in.

As I entered the doors, I saw the guys that always danced backup for the DCI agents. I asked them for Rasa and Lima.

"They're in the main office," one of them said. "I don't think they're expecting you."

I walked towards the main office of the DCI headquarters and had my eye scanned.

[Why does DCI headquarters have so much scanning?]

The doors opened and the second I walked in the room I saw Rasa and Lima MAKING OUT ON THE OFFICE'S DESK!

"My eyes!" I yelled for them to hear.

The two of them heard me and shuffled out of their apparently comfortable positions on the desk. They looked at me nervously and looked at the floor.

"You weren't meant to see that," Rasa said as he fixed his tie.

"Obviously," I said and closed the doors.

Lima fixed her ponytail and picked up her clipboard from the floor. "What do you need, Glitch?"

I fixed my school uniform and put my bag down. "I need a job."

"What do you need a job for?" Rasa asked as he sat on that infamous desk that sees everything.

I gulped then cleared my throat. "I need it to support my family. Aubrey needs a place to stay and my parents won't let her stay in my house for long so I need the job to get the money to buy a new place for Aubrey and me and to support her hospital bills."

Wow, that was a mouthful.

Lima looked at me with a confused expression. "Did you just say 'a new place for Aubrey and me'?"

I nodded. "Just so you know I'm talking about our agent Aubrey. I got her pregnant and she's staying at my parents' house for the time being. I just need the job to support her—I mean—us."

"Sit down," Rasa said and gestured to a chair.

I sat down and looked Rasa in the eye. "I know it seems sudden and uncalled for, but I need a job. You can give me any job, whether it's cleaning the HQ's toilets or finding out Tan's whereabouts."

I could see Lima use the office's laptop to check for something. "It seems we have located Dr Tan. He appears to be somewhere within the city of Townsville." {Author's Note: PPG reference, LOL.)

"Well," Rasa said as he raised an eyebrow. "There's your first job. Find out what he's up to."

Thirty minutes later I found Tan in Townsville. He visited this hospital-slash-retirement home. I followed him in.

In the hospital-slash-retirement home (called Paradise Acres) he asked to visit this person named "Olivia". He was brought to a room and, as a DCI Agent, I followed him. We entered the room and I saw an old lady on the bed.

"I'm back, Olivia!" Tan said with happiness in his voice.

[I couldn't see him. He was facing away from me!]

Olivia looked at Tan and smiled. "Oh, it's you! It's good to see you again."

"I even brought you some flowers," he said as he put a bouquet of flowers in the vase next to her bed. "I know how much you love cherry blossoms."

"That's so sweet of you!" she said, her smile growing brighter. "I miss having you bring me cherry blossoms. It's just like the old days."

Tan walks to the bed and kisses Olivia. As much as I hated Tan I want to say that I was grossed out by that kiss, I wasn't. Their kiss was sweet and it made me think of Aubrey and me.

I could imagine Aubrey in the retirement home and I visit her every day. I'll bring her cherry blossoms and we'll kiss before I leave.

"How's Oblio?" Olivia asked.

Tan sat on a chair next to Olivia's bed, this time I could see his face. "Our son is fine. He has learned the ways of freestyle which, by the way, bothers me a lot."

"You know how children are," she said as she reached out for his hand. "They tend to drift away from their parents. It's not always a bad thing."

He held her hand and laughed a bit. "I suppose you're right."

"Enough with the drama," she said with a smile. "Does our son have a girl in his life?"

I let out a scoff loud enough for them to hear (unintentionally) and they looked in my direction. I had to hide, of course! So I did hide.

After I hid I heard Tan talking.

"Yes, Oblio does have a girl with him at the moment," he said with apathy in his voice.

Okay, that's just gross, I thought to myself. What girl in their right mind would be sane enough to date Oblio?

"What's her name?" Olivia asked.

He sighed. "Her name is Jaryn."

I coughed, choked, gagged, and wretched. Oblio is with Jaryn?!

After that wonderful time eavesdropping on Tan and Olivia, I managed to receive fifty dollars.

I got home late and got a scolding from my parents. I told them I was looking for a job and they were surprised I managed to get one. I even told them not to kick Aubrey out of the house yet since she was still pretty vulnerable from the day before.

I checked up on Aubrey and found her reading another book—this time, it was called "1D: Dare to Dream".

{Author's Note…again: Hi there. Please tell me I'm not the only one with the headcanon that Aubrey is a Directioner.}

I knocked on the doorframe three times and she saw me.

"You're home!" she said as she tried to get up. She failed in doing so because her stomach throbbed.

"Aubrey!" I yelled as I ran to her.

She clutched on to her stomach and started taking deep breaths. "It's okay, Glitch."

I sighed in relief then I sat on the bed next to her. "Nice book."

"It's One Direction!" she said with a smile. She flips through the pages until it showed a boy with blond hair and brown roots. "His name is Niall. He's my favourite."

[I was going to read it as 'Knee-Al' until she said how it was pronounced. Thank you, Aubrey, for being there to make me seem less like an idiot.]

"Do you have a favourite song by them?" I asked as I tried to change the subject. "Like, sing a line or two of their song."

She smiled and looked at me. "Close the door, throw the key. Don't wanna be reminded, don't wanna be seen."

It sounded like a depressing song. When I heard the actual song, I realized it was.

"That's your favourite song?" I asked. "I thought it was going to be something like 'What Makes You Different' or 'Truly, Madly, Crazy, Deeply' or 'Fuck Me'."

She giggled. "They don't have a song with any of those titles. I think you're talking about 'What Makes You Beautiful', 'Truly, Madly, Deeply', and 'Rock Me'."

I laughed nervously, embarrassed at my mistake. "Yeah, I meant those. What's the title of that song?"

"Moments," she said, her smile disappeared. "It's pretty tragic, to be honest."

I looked at her as if I didn't believe her. "How so?"

"Well, in the verses he's clearly depressed," she started. "In the pre-chorus he says he just wants to 'have this life for one more day' and wants to 'turn back time'. In the chorus he tells the person he's singing to 'you know I'll be your life, your voice, your reason to be my love, my heart is breathing for this moment. In time I'll find the words to say before you leave me today.' In the bridge, he jumps off something to end his depression."

When I didn't believe her, she made me listen to the song.

"Flashing lights in my mind
Going back to the time
Playing games in the street
Kicking balls in my feet

There's a numb in my toes standing close to the edge
There's a pile of my clothes at the end of your bed
As I feel myself fall
Make a joke of it all."

"Wow," was the only thing I could say after listening to that song. Either One Direction was depressed when they wrote this song or someone else who was depressed wrote this song for them.

"Thank Ed Sheeran for that," she told me with a smile. "Without him, 1D wouldn't have any soulful songs."

[Thanks, Ed Sheeran, for that depressing song I can't get out of my head.]

{Author's Note for the nth time: If you're getting sick of me and this Directioner headcanon, just tell me and I won't stop doing it. Oh, have you heard of Ed Sheeran? He's only the best songwriter in the world…at the moment! I love Ed Sheeran. Would anyone believe I fell in love with Ed Sheeran before I loved 1D?}

I looked at Aubrey with a smile. "As long as you love it, I'll love it too."

We kissed, our smiles not fading.

Author's Note: This is officially the last one for the chapter. Now it's time for the chapter question!

I was so happy with everyone's participation in the previous chapter. I wasn't expecting that many answers! I have a correction to make: my first character wasn't Mo or Angel but, instead, was Emilia! It turns out my first song was Pon De Replay.

Question time!

Who is your Dance Central YAOI OTP that does not include Glitch? [YAOI only. Yuri and het ships don't count.] Don't say you don't have one. That would be cheating.

Mine is Bodie/Angel. Two hot guys of around the same age making out? Why not?