|You Think I'm In Love With Your Brother? My Enemy? Psh.| .39

"Ah, any better?" Darin asked, as he walked into my room the next day.

I sat up, leaning my back against the wall, as he sat on the end of my bed, "Mhm, a little. Still getting sick though." I said.

"This absolutely, sucks." He said.

"Yepp." I agreed.

His eyebrowed scrunched together, "Wheres your ring?" He asked.

"In the bowl thingy on my dresser." I said, pointing to it. "I didn't wanna take any chances of it getting thrown up on or anything."

He nodded.

"Have fun yesterday?" I asked.

"Yeah, his younger sister started hitting on me though." He said, scrunching up his nose.

I laughed, "Any competition I have?" I asked.

"I highly doubt you'll lose me to a 14 year old, love." He said.

"Who knows?" I joked.

"Oh yes, because I would totally pick a 14 year old that is in a stage where she thinks she is the shit, over you." He said, sarcastically. "She had one of her friends over, that was a dude, and it was hilarious. He had this real high-pitched voice."

I laughed, "I'm sure you guys had fun making fun of the poor boy." I said.

"You know me better then that, I would never make fun of someone." He said, sarcastically.

"You made fun of me for years." I pointed out.

"But don't you know you make fun of people you like?" He asked.

An amused grin crossed my face, "M' dear, are you trying to tell me something?" I askede.

He was confused for a moment, until he realized what I meant, "I am not into dudes, Hayley." He said.

I laughed, "Suuurrrrre." I said.

"With the way I kiss, its enough proof to proove I'm not gay." He said, cockily.

"Unless every girl just feels sorry for you and lies to you, of course." I said.

"Haha, hilarious, Hayley. Hilarious." He said, then leaned over and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "I'm going to head head out. Talk to you later."

"Bye." I said, then laid back down, closing my eyes due to the headache.

"I knew you'd die the second I left you." He teased.

"Ha." I said, with my eyes still closed.

"Seeya." He said.

"Bye." I said. Then I heard the door open, then close. Not long after, I fell asleep again.

A Week Later

I've gotten better. Well, except the whole morning sickness. And I am 99% sure why, and I'm about to get it confirmed.

I got dressed into jeans and a t-shirt, then slipped on my shoes.

"Chantel, I'm going to the store real quick. I'll be back soon!" I called, then walked out of the door, not bothering to wait for her response. I got into the car quickly, then drove to the doctors office.

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"Your about 3 weeks pregnant."

Yep, theres the confirmation. After that, I just got up and walked out of the office, ignoring the calls I was getting. I got into my car, and drove, not quite home, though. I had a whole different place in mind.

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Okay guys, I look forward to reading messages, but not the ones saying my storys so predictable or cliche--- I know.

In other news, pointless stuff you don't care about;

I've totally grown out of my whole Jonas Brothers phase. Honestly, i don't find their newest songs not one bit of good. But its just me, so no hatemail about that. Unless you wanna, my minds not changing though.

Also, this story will be ending soon. I'm hoping no more then atleast 45 chapters.

Seriously give me a chance with the events in here, please?

Like I said, I've been extremely exhausted lately, for god only knows why, and I don't feel like going through messages about my story being 'predictable', 'cliche' etc.

Lastly, my latest journal has some good writers you guys can check out. =]