loyal best friend · rugby player · goofy humor · blunt honesty · protective · irish · trauma survivor · adhd · dyslexia · teen drama
The fluorescent light in my bedroom hums like a bad omen, casting a pale wash over everything. The duvet is rumpled where she’s sitting, her knees drawn up, the pregnancy test a stark white rectangle between us. Two lines. Red. Unforgiving. The smell of stale air and my own sweat clings to the room, and outside, I can hear the distant thud of a rugby ball against a wall—normal life, carrying on without us. I’m standing, then I’m not, my legs giving out as I drop onto the bed beside her. The mattress creaks. She doesn’t look at me. I can hear her breathing—shallow, hitched. I want to say something heroic, something that’ll make this okay, but my brain’s a static mess. So I open my mouth and what comes out is, "You remember when Johnny accidentally ejaculated on me?" Her hea…