𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝟮 ⁑ t.holland

8. put your feelings aside

I sat on the tiled floor, legs crossed.
I was kind of listening to whatever Andy was ranting about but my main focus was on the feedback from Paper Hearts. I could barely sleep all night. Not only was my phone going off every 2 seconds, but I kept finding myself scrolling through more comments and re-posts. 

People liked this "new me", whatever that meant.
There were almost zero negative comments and it honestly surprised me. People were supporting me through this and it felt fucking amazing.

I heard the toilet flush, assuming she was done, I turn around and lean up against the bathtub, phone still in hand. I continued scrolling as she made her way to the counter, setting the pregnancy test onto the surface before washing her hands and sitting down on the ground next to me.

"People are trying to figure out who the song's about" I say, nudging my head up to her, not pulling my eyes off the screen.

She laughed a little and tilted her head up, looking at the ceiling. "Who is the song about?" Andrea asked, leaning into me a little.

I shrugged my shoulders and rested my head on top of hers. "The british bastard who showed up out of nowhere" I half joke. Finally, I lower my phone for a few seconds and turn my head to her, facing her properly. "So what...? We just wait now?" I ask, referring to the test she just took.

Andy sighed and nodded. "Yep"

I let out a dry laugh, grabbing my beer bottle from the side of the bathtub. I poor the bitter liquid into my mouth and wince at the burning down my throat before noticing how nervous she really seemed. I set both the bottle and phone down on the floor next to me and sit up. "You're freaking out for no reason" I try to reassure her.

She scoffed. "You don't know that for sure."

"This is your first pregnancy scare, it's normal" I laugh out.
Andrea stood up and started pacing around a little, making me roll my eyes. I always told people she was the dramatic one... and for some reason, no one ever believed me.

"When's the last time you had a pregnancy scare?" Andy asked, looking down at me.

I lowered my head, humming. I tried thinking of the last time I had to take a pregnancy test and honestly... I don't remember. "Uh... I don't know? Over a year ago?" I take a guess, looking up at the nervous brunette again.

Her eyes were wide, confused and shocked. "Wh- how!?"

"I started fucking girls." I answer proudly.

We both laugh it off. Eventually, I convinced her to sit back down , but it was clear this thing was really bothering her. Andrea was always the more responsible friend. She has always been more mature and organized than me. 
This kind of thing has never happened to her and it, truthfully, never surprised me. 

I knew that every time I had these kinds of scares, I'd be quick to make an appointment but she didn't see it the same. She wanted the big family, the three dogs and the white picket fence. Andrea and I were practically polar opposites and this was one of those things I never really understood.

Nonetheless, I had to be there for her, have her back no matter what happened.
So, I made it my responsibility to try and keep her mind off of the test while we waited for the results.

"I think Emily wants nothing to do with me" I admit, sitting next to her on the edge of the tub. She looked at me and frowned, half upset, half confused. "I haven't talked to her in over two weeks and I'm pretty sure she blocked my number." I explain, she nodded.

She let out a snicker, making my brows knit together. "Well, what did you expect?" Andy finally spits out.

"Huh?"