sturniolo/nate imagines

i don't want it-Matt

Y/N POV

I can't believe I'm doing this. I scanned over the test and picked one. I pretended to look at something else while I slipped it into my hoodie pocket. I'd buy it, but the cashier is one of my mom's friends, and she can not know. I anxiously walked back to my car. Sighing as I climbed in. I'm probably thinking too much. My period is a month late, and I've been throwing up. I don't know what else it could be. I'm only 16, my boyfriend Matt is only 17. If I am pregnant, I don't know what I'll do.
I went home and straight to the bathroom. I read the directions and followed them, doing all five at once. I need to know for sure. I waited the most stressful 3 minutes of my life and flipped one. Positive. Fuck. I flipped the rest, and they were all positive. What do I do? I wiped the tears as they rapidly fell. How do I tell Matt? He's not gonna want a kid. I don't want a kid. He's gonna break up with me.

(Time skip)

I slowly dragged myself through the hall. I didn't sleep at all last night. I think I made a decision. I'm not gonna keep it. I'm still in high school. I can't have a kid. I don't have any money, and my parents would probably kick me out. Matt's parents would be supportive, but I can't burden them with a pregnant teenager.
"Y/N," Matt said, walking next to me.
"Hi," I said tiredly.
"Did you sleep good last night?" He asked, sencing my mood. I shook my head.
"Well you wanna come over tonight?" He asked with a smile.
"I have a lot of homework."
"I can help you?"
"I should probably do it myself." I gave him a quick wave and went into my classroom before he could reply.

(Time skip)

I mentally prepared myself and walked into Matt's room.
"Finally, I haven't got to see you at all lately." He stood and pulled me into a hug. I soaked it in before I had to tell him.
"You've been acting weird lately?" He said, pulling away.
"Ya, I need to talk to you." He nodded, sitting on the bed with me.
"What's up?" He asked, grabbing my hand and releasing how nervous I was.
"I'm pregnant." I said, staring at the floor.
"What?" He said after a moment of silence.
"I'm sorry," I sniffed, unable to keep my emotions in.
"It's ok," he said rubbing my back.
"We'll figure it out. I can-" he started rambling.
"Matt," I said quietly. He continued talking.
"Matt." I said again. He stopped and looked at me.
"I'm not keeping it." I admitted, he removed his hand.
"What do you mean?" He questioned.
"I'm getting rid of it." He slightly backed away.
"What? Why?"
"I'm 16, I'm not ready for a kid." He just stared at me.
"My appointments tomorrow. I found a clinic where I can do it myself. I just needed to tell you before I did it."
"No," he said quietly.
"You can't do that?"
"I already decided."
"Without me? You can't make that decision on your own. That's my baby too." He said, getting angry."
"Matt. It's quick and easy, no one has to find out. We can continue with our lives like normal."
"I don't want that."
"I thought you'd be happy? You don't have to deal with it?"
"You thought I'd be happy about you killing my baby?" He stood, looking at me like I was crazy. 
"I don't want this?" I stood to face him.
"I do!"
"I have the appointment, I'm ready for it to be over."
"You can't do that!" He yelled.
"Do what?"
"Decide your killing my baby, not caring how I feel about it!"
"I do care! I just can't put myself through that!"
"Then give it to me! I'll do it myself!"
"You can't be a single dad at 17!"
"Then do it with me!"
"We can't be parents, Matt! We're in high school!"
"Fuck high school!"
"We can't throw our lives away for this!"
"I will! You can't get rid of it!"
"I'm going to!"
"That's not fair! It's mine too! I have a choice!"
"I have a choice too! I don't want it! And I don't want to put my body through that either!"
"I'll help! It'll be fine!"
"It won't be fine! Our entire lives will be consumed by that kid! We won't have anything!"
"We'll have the kid!"
"A kid isn't worth throwing away our lives!"
"It is to me!"
"Do you know how judgment people will be to a pregnant 16 year old!"
"Lie about your age!"
"Matt. I'm done. I'm getting rid of it." I said, walking out and wiping the tear from my eye.
"It's not done! You can't. Please." He tried to pull me back. I shrugged him off and left.

Matt POV

She shut the door, and I couldn't control the tears streaming down my face.
"What the hell was that about?" Nick asked, I looked and saw him and Chris standing in the doorway.
"What happened?" Chris asked as he saw that I was crying. They came over and tried to calm me down.
"Matt what happened?"
"She's pregnant," I sniffed. Their eyes widened.
"Fuck." Chris sighed.
"Why did that cause a screaming match? Were you a dick about it?" Nick asked.
"She wants to get rid of it."
"Oh, do you not want that?"
"No! Why would I want that?"
"Matt, maybe it's a good thing? You're only 17."
"This isn't good! Why do you not get get it! That's my baby! And it's gonna die before it can even live!" I went to my room locking the door.

(Time skip)

I slowly walked to my last class. I got no sleep last night. I tried to fake sick this morning, but they didn't believe me. I sat down and saw Y/N walk in. I forgot we have this class together. She looked at me for a while then went to the teacher.
"Um, I have an appointment at 2:30." She said.
"Ok," he replied. She sat down next to me, as far away as possible. I couldn't look at her.
I ignored her until she got up grabbing her things, it's 2:30. She's going to get rid of it. I felt my throat burn as she left.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked. He nodded, not looking up. I walked to the bathroom, locking myself in a stall. How could she do this? I texted her and begged her not to. She didn't reply as I kept texting. Then, after a while, her text read, 'I'm sorry,' my heart shattered.

(Time skip)

I stayed in the bathroom the rest of class, and left immediately after. I waited for my brothers in the van, ignoring them as they tried to talk to me.
I ran to my room and cried until I fell asleep.

I woke up from a knock on the door. It opened, and Y/N walked in.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, sitting up.
"I wanna talk." She said.
"There's nothing to talk about. You got rid of it, we're done. That's it." I said, staring at the floor sadly. I lost her and my baby.
"I didn't," she whispered. I looked up.
"What?"
"I didn't do it." She said, playing with her sleeves.
"Really?" I asked hopefully. She nodded, and releif flooded over me. I ran over, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"I'm really sorry." She said in a strained voice.
"It's ok." I sighed.
"It's not. I yelled and didn't listen a-and-"
I pulled away, and wiped her tears.
"It's fine. All that matters is that you didn't do it."
"S-so you're not breaking up with me?"
"No. I love you."
"Even though I was a bitch. And almost did it?"
"I don't care. You didn't, that's what I care about." She pulled me in again, burying her head on my chest. She smells so good.
"You want it now?" I asked.
"Well, not really. But I don't want to get rid of it, especially if you don't." She said.
"But you won't, like you're not gonna change your mind?"
"Are you?"
"No."
"Then no." She said firmly.
"So we're having a baby?" I asked in disbelief.
"I quess,"
"We can do it."