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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 9:52:40 GMT -5
He buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he muttered. He seriously needed to pull himself together.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 11:31:47 GMT -5
Her heart broke watching him. "Mike...Mike, I'm so sorry...I--I'm the one who did this to you...if...if I hadn't...it's my fault..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 12:06:51 GMT -5
He shook his head, face still concealed in his hands. "How is it your fault?! You didn't force me to...not pull out. And I'm pretty sure it was my idea to get drunk that night." Actually, he couldn't quite remember whose idea it had been, but it seemed likely it was his.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 12:09:23 GMT -5
She was actually fairly certain it'd been her idea, but she didn't say so. She just knelt beside him on the bed, rubbing his back. "I--I pushed you, Mike. From the very beginning, I was the one pushing you into--into sleeping with me..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 12:14:18 GMT -5
He let out a humorless chuckle, finally looking up but not over at her. "Like I didn't want to," he said quietly, almost to himself.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 12:25:12 GMT -5
She gave him a sad look, leaning her cheek against the back of his shoulder. "You've never even been with another girl, Mike...and now--now you're stuck with me..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 12:31:44 GMT -5
He let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. "You know that doesn't bother me. I'd choose you over any other girl, Mags. You know that. I just... This isn't an ideal situation for two teenagers who barely have any money. Or...or means to take care of...a child."
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 12:35:48 GMT -5
She nodded, frowning and biting her lip. "I know...I--I wish I were braver...I--we should just...get it taken care of..." The thought made her stomach twist. But if that's what he wanted...she would do it.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 13:10:21 GMT -5
He furrowed his brow as he turned his head to look at her. "No. You said you didn't want to. And I don't think I could live with myself..."
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 13:40:24 GMT -5
She licked her lips, swallowing. "But...but if you think it would be easier...I...I can do it..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 19:27:31 GMT -5
"Mags, I... I don't think anything will be easier," he pointed out, raking a hand through his hair.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 19:30:03 GMT -5
She looked away from him, down at her lap. She said on a whisper, "I don't think anything will be easy ever again..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 20:13:22 GMT -5
He knew she was right. No matter what they did, if they kept the baby or if they gave it away, their lives would be changed. And it would not be easy.
"I know we can get through this, Mags. Because...because we'll be together. We have each other."
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 20:18:54 GMT -5
She sniffled back tears. "You--you mean that?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 20:41:41 GMT -5
He put his arm around her shoulders and pressed his forehead to her temple, taking a deep breath. "Of course I mean that."
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