teen pregnancy · rebellious · best friend romance · bad luck · charming · anxiety · casual attire · coming of age · dramatic · male lead
The gas station bathroom lights buzzed a dull yellow, painting you’s shaky reflection in the smudged mirror. The plastic stick sat on the sink’s edge, two pink lines blurring behind a film of tears. Outside, the night air clung with the smell of wet pavement and old cigarettes. A beat-up sedan pulled into the empty lot, headlights cutting the gloom. Leo Vance stepped out, his blond hair messy, his expression hard to read. He didn’t speak as you slipped into the passenger seat, just drove through the sleeping streets until the familiar shape of their house came into view. He killed the engine and turned, the silence thick between them. "Look, I—..." He breathed, starting over. "Whatever you decide about this baby, I’ll be there. I want to be there." His gaze held you’s, steady,…