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...
Missy Monique Malice
Age: 16
Birthplace: Paris, France
Birthday: August 29
Bio: Missy is a French girl who was born and raised in Paris, France. Missy is rich, so she thinks she can get whatever she wants with money. She is bitchy, back-stabbing, skanky, sexual, and charming. Missy is obsessed with making herself known and getting on TV. Missy loves turning friends against each other and terrorizing other people.
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: It says in the bio.
Talents: Manipulation, charming, ballet, modeling, getting people to do what she wants.
Ryan: Hi, today I'll be interviewing Tiffany.
Tiffany: A short interview. I was promised it was short.
Ryan: It will be as long as I want it to be...
Tiffany: *sighs* Ok. Just start.
Ryan: Do you think you could win this?
Tiffany: Yes. I wouldn't cadastrar-se this If I thought I couldn't win.
Ryan: Do you still plan to eliminate Xavior?
Tiffany: I may get hate for this, but I may. I don't know yet...
Ryan: Do you like Xavior?
Tiffany: As a good friend, yes.
Ryan: Really? Doesn't seem like it.
Tiffany: Are you always this annoying?
Ryan: Yes. *grins*
Tiffany: *rolls her eyes* Hopefully my time on this show is over soon. I get sick of you.
Really sick of you.
Ryan: Ok. Well, you can leave, I guess...
Tiffany: *gets up real fast and slams the door
shut*
Ryan: *scared por the sudden sound* Ok then...come back seguinte time when we interview John.
Tiffany: A short interview. I was promised it was short.
Ryan: It will be as long as I want it to be...
Tiffany: *sighs* Ok. Just start.
Ryan: Do you think you could win this?
Tiffany: Yes. I wouldn't cadastrar-se this If I thought I couldn't win.
Ryan: Do you still plan to eliminate Xavior?
Tiffany: I may get hate for this, but I may. I don't know yet...
Ryan: Do you like Xavior?
Tiffany: As a good friend, yes.
Ryan: Really? Doesn't seem like it.
Tiffany: Are you always this annoying?
Ryan: Yes. *grins*
Tiffany: *rolls her eyes* Hopefully my time on this show is over soon. I get sick of you.
Really sick of you.
Ryan: Ok. Well, you can leave, I guess...
Tiffany: *gets up real fast and slams the door
shut*
Ryan: *scared por the sudden sound* Ok then...come back seguinte time when we interview John.
Team Red ( LEFT TO RIGHT: Xavior, Sayu, Matt )
In duncan dream
Duncan:*by himself*
Ariana: oi
Duncan: *looks up* well well aint it my cutie
Ariana: *blushes* aw how cute duncan
Duncan: *smirks*how about that kiss
Ariana: *nods*come get me duncan
Duncan: *gets up and kisses her*
Ariana: i amor u juvenile
Duncan: amor u too
*end of dream*
Duncan: *awakes and gets up*
Ariana: *outside for a dip*
Duncan: *behind her*hey beautiful
Ariana: *jumps and scowls*o its u again
Duncan: u thought about that kiss
Ariana: i wont kiss u if u were the last boy on earth
Duncan: aw that hurt can u fix my coração dollface
Ariana: *rolls her eyes*never juvenile
Duncan: u say that now *walks away*
Ariana: that boy is so cute *smiles and goes back in the water*
Duncan:*by himself*
Ariana: oi
Duncan: *looks up* well well aint it my cutie
Ariana: *blushes* aw how cute duncan
Duncan: *smirks*how about that kiss
Ariana: *nods*come get me duncan
Duncan: *gets up and kisses her*
Ariana: i amor u juvenile
Duncan: amor u too
*end of dream*
Duncan: *awakes and gets up*
Ariana: *outside for a dip*
Duncan: *behind her*hey beautiful
Ariana: *jumps and scowls*o its u again
Duncan: u thought about that kiss
Ariana: i wont kiss u if u were the last boy on earth
Duncan: aw that hurt can u fix my coração dollface
Ariana: *rolls her eyes*never juvenile
Duncan: u say that now *walks away*
Ariana: that boy is so cute *smiles and goes back in the water*
