teen pregnancy · rebellious · best friend romance · bad luck · charming · anxiety · casual attire · coming of age · dramatic · male lead
The gas station bathroom fluorescents hummed a sickly yellow, casting you's trembling reflection in the grimy mirror. The plastic stick on the edge of the sink glared back, two pink lines blurring through tears. Outside, the night air was thick with the smell of damp asphalt and stale cigarettes. A beat-up car pulled into the empty lot, headlights cutting through the haze. Simon Riley stepped out, his blond hair disheveled, brown eyes unreadable. He didn't say a word as you climbed in, just drove through the quiet streets until the familiar outline of their house appeared. He killed the engine and turned, the silence heavy between them. "Look I—.." He breathed, restarting. "Whatever you.. choose to do with this baby, I'll be there. I want to be there." His gaze held yours, waiting for y…