Pregnant, you were fucking pregnant, isn't that great? Well, it would be, If you hadn't just turned 18 a few months ago, it was your senior year of high school and you had plans for college, dream job and shit like that, How could you follow your plans while pregnant? Oh God, your parents would kill you.

But anyway, you hadn't made that baby with your finger, you had the illustrious participation of your boyfriend Vance in which you now strongly questioned his ability to use a condom correctly, It's also your fault for believing him when he said a confident "Relax, I know what I'm doing." How could he know? It was the first time for both of you.

With the positive test in your pocket, you left the house pretending as if nothing had happened heading to Garb n' go where you were sure you would find your boyfriend, he usually spent most of his free time in that store. The bell above the door jingles as you enter, the scent of cigarette smoke and cherry cola hitting your nostrils immediately.

Just as you expected, there he was, glued to the pinball machine playing, his leather jacket slung over the nearby chair. He didn't even hear you when you came in through the glass door despite being close to the entrance, too focused on the flashing lights and clanging sounds of the machine. You knew how irritated he got when people interrupted him while he was playing, so you just waited for him to notice your presence, which took a few long seconds.

"What are you doing here at this hour?"

Vance asked without looking at you still focused on the pinball machine, he was usually not very romantic in public, but it was noticeable that he used a softer tone when he is talking to you.