That night Amy lay in bed staring at her cellphone beside her; she had texted David earlier but gotten no answer. She sighed checking it again and caught a glimpse of the time and cursed under her breath realizing her mistake. It wasn't even four o'clock in the morning yet where he was. No wonder he wasn't answering he was asleep!
Amy mentally kicked herself for getting her times wrong...again.
She sighed heavily and hugged his shirt caressing the soft fabric against her cheek and missing David holding her and talking to her and dancing with her around the living room.
Amy was about to drift off to a dreamless sleep when her phone rang. "Hello?" She answered slowly propping herself up in bed. "Amy, hi!" David replied.
"David?" She said surprised. "Yeah, sorry I didn't answer your text I was asleep." He explained. "Yeah, I kind of figured," She replied sheepishly. "But you didn't have to call back so soon I would've waited."
"No, it's okay, I don't really care how late or early it is," He replied softly. "I just like talking to you." "Really?" Amy smiled.
David lightly scoffed. "Oh, Amy, you know I'll always make time for you." "Did I just say that?" He replied slightly shocked. Amy suppressed a smirk. "Uh, yeah."
"Ugh, I must be tired that's the corniest thing I've ever said." He chuckled.
Amy wiped her eyes wishing she were there with him. "Yeah it is but I liked it." She replied smiling then realized there was light snoring in background.
She frowned. "Do I hear snoring, where are you?" Amy asked curious. David scoffed. "Oh, that's just Matt. I'm calling from our room." "Oh, won't we wake him?" She asked concerned.
David chuckled. "Please, you could light firecrackers in here you won't wake him." She giggled. "That's good, I guess," She paused and swallowed. "I'm really glad you called, luv." Amy replied lovingly.
"I am too and don't worry about what time it is when you call I just love hearing your voice." He said sincerely. She arched her eyebrow. "Oh, trying to make sure I won't need your shirt anymore, are we?" Amy flirted.
He snickered flirtatiously. "Oh, Amy when you get back I'm going to make sure you forget all about that shirt."
Amy blushed at his Scottish sultry tone. She bit her lower lip. "Looking forward to it," Amy then smiled softly. "I do love you, ya' know?"
"I love you, too," David replied with genuine love in his voice. "So what's new over there?" He asked. "You first?" Amy replied eager to know about his day. "Okay, luv." He said. She leaned back in bed pulling up the soft comforter and smiled listening to him talk about his day.
The next afternoon Clara sat on the couch of her living room staring at her feet not really paying attention to the movie on the T.V. She was too distracted. She knew her dad was going to start asking questions; Clara could just feel it.
He was already looking at her strangely but then of course he would she was still his little girl and that's how he always saw her as. Clara sighed leaning her head back, she wished her mum was alive she was so much easier to talk to.
Suddenly the door knocking broke into her thoughts. She sighed shutting off the set before getting up to answer it. "Who is it?"
"It's David!" He replied. Clara muttered under her breath. She really didn't feel like seeing anyone. "What is it?"
He sighed. "I need to speak to you." "Can't it wait?" She groaned. "No." David replied. "Why not?" She asked. "Because your dad won't leave me alone until I talk to you." He grunted.
She frowned slightly surprised opening the door. "Hang on, dad sent you?" She asked inviting him inside. "Oh, yes." He nodded walking in.
"Why did he send you?"
David shrugged. "Because he hates Matt and Amy's in New York so to him I'm the next best thing in terms of checking up on you."
Clara scoffed. "Great, so why are you checking up on me?" "Well, he's worried but so is everyone including me." He replied simply. "I'm fine, okay?" She muttered. David tilted his head at her. Her eyes were tired and her normal preppy clothes were replaced by blue jeans and a baggy grey sweatshirt.
David scoffed. "Uh, no, you're not."
She folded her arms defensively. "Oh and how do you know? Did your "journalism techniques" help you arrive at this conclusion?" Clara snipped. He shrugged. "Kind of but it was also the phone call from the bathroom, the hiding from Matt and the fact that kind of acting like a bitch, right now."
She rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm fine; don't you have another loving text from Amy to check or something?" She said harsher than she meant to.
David rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I just did and she sends you her love." He remarked. Clara ran her hand through her hair frustrated. "I'm sorry I snapped at you," She said. "But I'm fine, I promise."
It was clear she was being stubborn and he really didn't feel like going through this drama.
He nodded. "You know what if you say you're fine then you are." David checked his watch. "I've got to go. When you feel like talking to me like yourself and not like whatever it is this is you know where to find me."
Clara watched him head for the door. For some reason she was hurt that he was just leaving like that. She suddenly felt scared and lost and realized she didn't want to be alone.
Her tears started building up. "David?" She choked softly. He looked at her with his hand on the knob. "Yeah?" Clara shook her head as the tears fell. "I-I'm not fine. I'm scared, I'm so bloody scared!" She covered her eyes and started crying.
David slowly came towards her. "Come here." He said softly gently pulling her over into his arms. Clara wept into his tan graphic t-shirt. "Hey, it's okay." He said softly letting her cry in his shirt.
"No, it's not," She hiccuped. "I fucked up." "What makes you think that?" He asked. She hiccuped again and shook her head. "Clara, talk to me, maybe I can help." David replied worried.
She looked up, his brown eyes were so genuine and sincere and she was tired of hiding this from everyone. It wasn't fair.
Clara took a deep breath before speaking. "The last time me and Matt had sex I thought I took my birth control pill…." She paused sitting on the couch. David could tell this was hard for her. "Yeah?" He said softly sitting beside her.
Clara scoffed ashamed. "But apparently I was wrong and I…I think I'm pregnant." She swallowed thickly at the last word. David nodded. It was making sense now. "Ah, I see, does Matt know?"
She shook her head quietly. "Okay and hiding this from him is going to help you how?" He asked. Clara groaned wiping her eyes. "I'm not trying to, I'm just afraid he'll be upset." She replied.
He smirked slightly folding his arms. "Well, I don't think he's going to hit the roof but he will be hurt if you don't tell him." David replied honestly.
"So you don't think he'll be mad?" She asked. He shook his head. "No, I don't." "You're sure?" Clara asked. He lightly scoffed. "Well, I've only known him since we were little kids so I try to have some kind of vague idea of the kind of person he is."
She sighed before looking at him. "This isn't going to be easy." David shrugged. "Nothing ever is." "Then I guess, I better tell him." She said.
"Gee, I would've never thought that." He lightly teased making Clara smirk a little. She exhaled staring at her phone. He squeezed her hand. "You going to be okay?" David asked. "Yeah," She smiled slightly. "Will you stay until he gets here," Clara asked. "So I won't lose my nerve." He smiled. "Sure."
Clara felt a little better then took a deep breath and reached for the phone to call Matt.