It's been two weeks since the party and the incident. Everything was great. Dylan and Carly are basically tied to the hip, Noah was still gorgeous and my dream man. I was still swooning.

Something was wrong.

You know that feeling that all good things come to an end? That feeling when you can feel bad things just hovering over you, just waiting for you to turn around?

That how I felt when I read the little red plus sign on the pregnancy test. On all 8 of them. Somehow, I knew this was going to happen, I just didn't know when.

'Dammit Noah, why is your pullout game so weak?'

I was knocked out of my thoughts when someone started banging on the bathroom door. "Kaylee, what did this one say?" Carly asked through the bathroom door. I stood up and opened it.

"I'm extremely pregnant." I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Dammit, Kaylee. How did this happen? Did you two not use condoms?" I didn't answer her cause we didn't. She groaned

"I know, I know, I'm a shit head." I sat against the wall.

"So, what are you going to do?" she asked softly

"I can't have it. I just can't. I'm still in school and we haven't been dating that long. I can barely take care of Nova, let alone another human."

"Well, I'm here to support you. Even though I don't agree with abortions, this is obviously the better choice for someone who eats lunchables for breakfast and can't even schedule doctor appointments ." I chuckled, unable to say anything "Are you going to tell Noah?"

'Fück'

I scratched my head. "I guess I'll have to. He would find out anyway right?" I turned my head to the living room, where I made eye contact with Dylan.

"Most likely." she sighed. "Go lay down or something." I groaned.

"I can't. I already told Noah to come over." I put my face in my hands. After a few seconds, I quit my moping and stood up. "Maybe this won't be so bad, you know? Noah loves me and maybe I'm just stres-" I was interrupted by someone knocking on the front door. "Oh God no. I'm not even ready. Google how to put myself in a coma, quick!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Carly grabbed me "Get a fücking grip! This is not the end of the world!"

"What's not the end of the world?" Noah asked. I looked at him and gave him a nervous laugh.

"Let's go in my room, okay? Let's do that." I grabbed his hand and rushed off. Once we were inside, I almost slammed the door close.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he began to look concern

"Can you sit please?" I remained at the door. He looked at my cautiously as he slowly sat down. "Okay. Good. Good. So. Let's get right to it. Okay."

"Uh, Kaylee, I'm scared."

"Shït, I'm sorry!" I sighed, knowing that I couldn't hold back any longer. "Noah, I'm pregnant."

His eyes lit up, "We're having a baby?"

'Ah, shït'

"Babe..No. I'm still young, I'm only halfway done with school, I'm barely taking care of myself...." my voice trailed off.

"I see." I looked up at him, unable to see him cause tears have pooled in my eyes.

"Are you angry?" my voice wavered. I could feel him walk over to me. He grabbed me and embraced me in a strong hug.

"Hëll no, I'm not angry. You're right. I wouldn't be able to take care of a baby. I ate two doughnuts and a ice cream sandwich for breakfast today." he sighed "Just next time, don't scare me like that Kitten. I thought you were dying. Or going vegan." I giggled.

"I thought you were going to be angry." I sighed

"Oh, I am. But at myself. I, uh, have to start buying and using condoms."

"That's cause your pull out game weak! My son out here making babies!" I could hear Dylan yell from outside the door. Noah and I groaned.

"Go home, Dylan!" I yelled back

"And I'm older than you, you anus!" Noah yelled. I chuckled at the two.

Even with this, everything was perfect.

Too perfect.

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I wanted to make Noah a douchebag so bad, but I just couldn't do it. Not my Noah.