A/N: So, here's a new story. The reason for this is mostly that I just finished 'In the End' and that I don't have a lot of inspiration for 'Love has a reason' at the moment (although I just wrote a new chapter and you expect that very soon!), so I felt like starting something new.
I do want to warn you, this story has the most unoriginal plot ever and it's your typical 'teenage girl gets pregnant'-story. So if you hate those, you might want to stop reading right now. Anyhow, don't say I didn't warn you.
The title refers to life in general and could basically be a good title for every single one of the stories I've written, but I chose to use it for this one. It's basically equally unoriginal as the plot of the story. Better suggestions are more than welcome.
I hope you'll enjoy this a little!
Nikki flipped through the magazine on her lap as she sat cross-legged on her bed. Every other second her gaze would move to the test on her desk. The moment of truth was getting closer and closer. She tried to focus on an article in the magazine, but wasn't surprised when it didn't work. She once again looked at the test. She checked her watch. One more minute. She sighed and the put the magazine aside. It wasn't like she was in the mood to read right now anyway. She got up from her bed and started pacing through the room. This was without a doubt the most nerve wrecking moment of her life. Not to mention the longest one minute ever.
When the minute was finally over, it took her another minute to get the courage to walk up to the desk. Her hands were trembling as she picked up the test. She took a deep breath before looking down. She stared at the thing for a couple of minutes. Then she grabbed the instruction manual of the test and checked it one more time. This couldn't be true right? She was seventeen years old. This simply couldn't be true. Easy as that.
It was true. Almost no doubt about it. The test was for 99 percent accurate. That was a lot. So..she was pregnant. Pregnant with a child. She didn't believe it. She sat back down on the bed, not at all sure what to do now. Was she supposed to be happy? Because she really wasn't. What was she going to do now? She sighed. Her life was a mess. All because of one night of 'passion' with her boyfriend. Speaking of...
"You think you could come over?" She asked.
Nikki sighed. By the tone of his voice she could tell he was already annoyed with her. As usual. Things hadn't been going too well between them lately. They were growing apart.
"Yes, now." Nikki impatiently said.
"I'm a little busy right now."
"A little busy doing what?"
"I'm hanging out with the guys and..."
"You call that busy?" she interrupted him. "Look, Michael...we need to talk, okay? It won't take ages. over."
"...Fine..." Michael gave in, although it didn't sound like he was too willing.
"Be there in fifteen minutes."
"I'll be waiting..."
She hung up the phone and put it down on her nightstand again. She once again walked up to her desk and picked up the test, as if she was expecting to see something different this time. As if she had been hallucinating earlier. Of course she hadn't been hallucinating. She wasn't that crazy. Now she had to tell Michael. He was going to freak out, she was sure of that. He was going to yell and scream and...it wasn't going to be pretty. But it had to be done...
"Well...what is it?" Michael asked as he was sitting at his girlfriends desk. "You look like hell."
He was impatiently tapping his fingers on the desk, while chewing gum with a questioning look on his face.
"Gee, thanks...You really know how to make a girl feel special." Nikki told him, not able to hide the sarcasm in her voice.
"I'm just saying..."
Nikki hesitated for a few seconds, before opening her mouth. She wanted to use all the right words to say this, although she wasn't sure those right words existed. It didn't even really matter that much, because no matter how she was going to say it and no matter what words she was going to use, she was still going to be pregnant.
"Look...Michael...." she started. "I'm pregnant."
Okay...so that hadn't been that hard. She had planned on starting by reminding him of their little night of 'passion' and she had planned on telling him she loved him before giving him the big news, but this worked too. It was equally effective.
Michael stopped tapping his fingers and just looked at Nikki. He raised an eyebrow. Then he smiled. One of those smiles people always get on their faces when they hear something they don't believe or don't want to believe.
"Sorry...what?" he asked, grinning like an idiot.
"I'm pregnant." She repeated.
Saying it was getting easier with every time.
"Yes. I'm pregnant...I think."
"You think you're pregnant?"
Nikki could tell he was confused and shocked by the news and part of her felt sorry for him.
"I took one of those pregnancy tests." She explained. "They're for 99 percent accurate."
Michael got up from the chair and started pacing through the room. Nikki watched him. She had never seen him like this before. It was kind of scary.
"How did this happen?" he asked, not looking at her.
"I'm not sure, but...at Kyle's party...the condom broke.."
"I know that, but you said you were on the pill."
"I am..I was." She assured him. "But that doesn't mean it wasn't possible for me to get pregnant. I mean...maybe I accidently skipped one day or..." she started, already fearing his reaction to her confession. It was true. It was very much possible that she had forgotten to take the pill one day.
But instead of getting angry with her, Michael stopped pacing and walked up to Nikki who was sitting on the bed. He kneeled down in front of her and looked at her.
"It's gonna be okay." He promised her.
Nikki was surprised by his words. He hadn't spoken to her like that in months. In fact, he had been a total jerk the last few months.
"I know." She said.
"We'll take care of it. Tomorrow we're gonna call one of those clinics and..."
At the word 'clinics', Nikki's head shot up.
"Wait..." she interrupted him. "Clinics?"
"Yeah...one of those family clinics where they do abortions. I'm telling you, it's all going to be alright. The day after tomorrow it'll be like nothing ever happened."
Before Nikki could help herself she had slapped Michael in the face. She couldn't believe her own ears. He was thinking about an abortion? The thought of that hadn't even crossed her mind yet.
"How can you say that?!" she cried.
"We're not having this baby." Michael told her. "I don't want it."
"Well, maybe I do!" she yelled.
"Do you? Do you really?"
Nikki hesitated before answering. She didn't know. She didn't know what she wanted, but she did know that she couldn't just decide here and now that she wanted an abortion and she didn't understand that Michael could.
"I don't know...But this is a decision we have to make together, Michael. You don't get to decide on your own here."
"You're seventeen years old! I'm barely eightteen!" Michael said.
"I know that! I know that, okay? But that doesn't mean we can 'just' get an abortion and pretend it never happened."
"We're not having this baby." Michael said once again as he got up his feet again.
Nikki shook her head. He was being impossible. She hated him when he was like this. And truth was that he got like this a lot. Whatever 'special connection' they had once shared, there was not much left of it now and 95 percent of the time she just wanted to kill him. Their relationship was over, they both knew that, although neither of them had spoken about it. And now they couldn't just break up and never talk to each other again. This had changed everything.
"I have to go." Michael calmly said.
He bent over and gave Nikki a quick kiss on the lips.
"We'll talk about this later." He added.
Nikki simply nodded. That probably was the right thing to do. They weren't thinking straight right now. They just had to try to get used to the idea and rationally talk about it. That was the best thing to do. Michael looked at her one more time, then he turned around and left the bedroom. Nikki watched him leave. She lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. This wasn't going to be easy.