aleatório author's note; starting to ship these two.
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Tegan’s POV
I arrive at Chloe’s place straight as I have a spare class. Something was wrong with her, I could just tell. She was hardly ever sick, and when she was she never refused a ride home.
I pound my fist on the door and it slowly opens. “Tegan...?” Chloe questions. Her eyes are red and watery, like she’s been crying.
“I knew there was something going on the moment you didn’t let me give you a ride home. Now sit down and tell me why your eyes are tear-stained.”
I was used to this por now, cleaning up whatever mess Chloe had. After all, her boyfriend was never around to do it, so someone had to.
“What are you talking about?” Chloe tries to act strong. “There’s nothing wrong with me...” She turns away from me to walk back into her house when I grasp her wrist, “Clo, don’t lie to me.”
Chloe nods, she invites me inside and into her living room. “Take a seat...”
I do as told and look at her as she paces before me.
“What’s going on Clo...?” I ask again.
“It’s not exactly easy to admit.”
“Try,”
She holds up a single finger and walks to her room, she emerges holding an object in her hands, and it’s oddly shaped, almost like a thermometer...
“What on earth is this?”
She hands it to me, biting her lip like she usually does when she’s about to start crying.
I take the object from her hands and realization hits me like a train. This isn’t a thermometer at all. No. This is a pregnancy test.
Chloe turns from me, most likely not wanting to show her face while she cries. I don’t even need to look at the stick to know the result, but I do anyway and it’s exactly what I figured, positive.
“I’m pregnant...” Chloe says softly.
My eyes widen and I start shaking, almost paralyzed por fear and Chloe sobs louder, “I just don’t know what to do Tegan....!”
I manage to stand up and my arms embrulho, envoltório around her tightly in a hug, my hand resting on her head and her head nuzzling into my shoulder. “It’s okay... it’s going to be okay.”
But at this point, I really don’t know what the outcome will be...
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Tegan’s POV
I arrive at Chloe’s place straight as I have a spare class. Something was wrong with her, I could just tell. She was hardly ever sick, and when she was she never refused a ride home.
I pound my fist on the door and it slowly opens. “Tegan...?” Chloe questions. Her eyes are red and watery, like she’s been crying.
“I knew there was something going on the moment you didn’t let me give you a ride home. Now sit down and tell me why your eyes are tear-stained.”
I was used to this por now, cleaning up whatever mess Chloe had. After all, her boyfriend was never around to do it, so someone had to.
“What are you talking about?” Chloe tries to act strong. “There’s nothing wrong with me...” She turns away from me to walk back into her house when I grasp her wrist, “Clo, don’t lie to me.”
Chloe nods, she invites me inside and into her living room. “Take a seat...”
I do as told and look at her as she paces before me.
“What’s going on Clo...?” I ask again.
“It’s not exactly easy to admit.”
“Try,”
She holds up a single finger and walks to her room, she emerges holding an object in her hands, and it’s oddly shaped, almost like a thermometer...
“What on earth is this?”
She hands it to me, biting her lip like she usually does when she’s about to start crying.
I take the object from her hands and realization hits me like a train. This isn’t a thermometer at all. No. This is a pregnancy test.
Chloe turns from me, most likely not wanting to show her face while she cries. I don’t even need to look at the stick to know the result, but I do anyway and it’s exactly what I figured, positive.
“I’m pregnant...” Chloe says softly.
My eyes widen and I start shaking, almost paralyzed por fear and Chloe sobs louder, “I just don’t know what to do Tegan....!”
I manage to stand up and my arms embrulho, envoltório around her tightly in a hug, my hand resting on her head and her head nuzzling into my shoulder. “It’s okay... it’s going to be okay.”
But at this point, I really don’t know what the outcome will be...
