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Post by Rebekah Miller on Jan 31, 2009 18:11:58 GMT -5
Bekah plopped onto her bed smiling. She had just come back from an amazing date with Sean and her life couldn't be any better. She was staying in a room with his sister, but they didn't talk much. I mean they got along, but usually kept to themselves.
Bekah changed into her pj's and t-shirt and sat back down on the bed. She opened her favorite book, Twilight, and began to read.
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Post by kaylie on Jan 31, 2009 18:51:50 GMT -5
  kennedy's pajamas.
A rather small brunette walked into the dorm room, that she shared with her brother, sean rose's girlfriend, bekah miller. They got along pretty well, but usually due to kennedy's quiet nature. They never said much, although they did talk sometimes. Kennedy would consider her a friend, if her brother liked her then she knew that she had to be cool. The fifteen year old, however, was as insecure as ever at the moment. Her pajamas could not cover the small bump that was now protruding on her once flat stomach.
She had been living her life in fear for the past week, afraid that somehow someone would be able to figure it out. To figure out why Kennedy's stomach had began growing rounder, but she had not gained any weight on any other part of her body. But for once, in the comfort of her dorm room. She felt she didn't have to hide, but she had figured that Bekan would still be on her date with her brother. In her pajamas, the small bump was noticable. But only if you observant. Kennedy made her way over to her half off the room, picking up her pink hairbrush off the table. She ran the brush through her long dark brown locks, smoothing it out. Glancing over at Bekah, she noticed what book she was reading. Kennedy smiled. "Awesome book." She said to her dorm mate, with a smile. [/size] |
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Post by Rebekah Miller on Feb 1, 2009 10:21:27 GMT -5
Bekah smiled at Kennedy. Kennedy was a very lovley girl, but there had been rumors of her being pregnant. Beks didn't want to believe rumors, but there was a small bump in her stomach. She decided not to say anything to her about it right now, she must be terribly scared of what her brother might say.
Bekah kept her eyes on Kennedy's stomach for a minute, but then turned her head and closed her book. "Yeah, I Love it." she said scooting herself against the wall."So whats up, we never really talk, and its kind of weird." she said with a shrug. |
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Post by kaylie on Feb 1, 2009 17:51:59 GMT -5
kennedy's pajamas.
Kennedy knew there were rumors, and they kind of scared her. Was it really that obvious? But part of her tried to convince herself that indeed was just a rumor. Then reality set in every morning, when she began becoming much better friends the with the bathroom floor than she wanted to be. It was a lot for a fifteen year old to handle, and sometimes she wished that she could just tell someone. Maybe they would no what to do, because Kennedy sure didn't. She was only two and a half months a long, having only found out two weeks ago.
The small brunette noticed Bekah's gaze travel to her stomach. She bit her bottom lip for a moment, blinking back tears that she could not let escape. Kennedy would not cry, it was her ultimate goal. Not because of spite or pride, but because she feared that once that first tear fell. The ones that would follow would never stop. After finishing brushing her hair, she walked over to her bed. Sitting down on the soft mattress. She looked up at Bekah, smiling when she asked her what was up. "Yeah, I know." she said with a slight giggle. She shrugged. "Trying to ignore everyone staring at me, lately." Kennedy said with a slight smile. It was true, people had been staring at her a lot lately. Which is why she had taken to wearing loose clothing. "You?" [/size] |
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Post by Rebekah Miller on Feb 1, 2009 19:45:46 GMT -5
Bekah tried not to look at her stomach, but in the end it failed miserably. She would hate to be in kennedy's position. She didn't know if the rumors were true or not, but she wanted to find out. She wanted to help Kennedy. If she needed it that was. "Trying to ignore everyone staring at me, lately..." Kennedy had stated. Bekah looked at her face quickly. She had tears brimming her eyes. She knew at that moment that the rumors were true. She felt horrible for the poor fifteen year old.
"Kennedy?" she said moving off of her bed to go sit by her. As she sat down she noticed the worry in the girls eyes. "They're true aren't they?" she asked softly. She wanted Kennedy to be able to trust her. "You can talk to me about anything. I promise not to say anything to your brother." she said wrapping her arm around Kennedy.
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Post by kaylie on Feb 1, 2009 21:04:51 GMT -5
kennedy's pajamas.
For a moment Kennedy pondered on whether or not she had said to much. In a way she wished she did, that Bekah would guess that all of those rumors were completely true. Since Kennedy, would not , could not even say what had happened. Hey, she couldn't even admit out loud to anyone, let alone herself that she was pregnant. She wanted help, someone to talk too. Usually, she went to her brother about this kind of stuff. But she couldn't go to her brother about this, she didn't even want to tell him. She couldn't tell him. If she did everything would only cease to fall apart. Kennedy was supposed to be the one with a bright future. She was the straight A student, the marching band prodigy, but none of that seemed to matter anymore. She had something growing inside her, a little human being, a baby. [/b] Kennedy looked down as Bekah came over and sat down by her side. Tears filled the small brunette's eyes as her blonde roommate began asking questions. And for the first time, she couldn't control her tears. They slid down her face freely, and she looked up at Bekah. She had to tell her, but she couldn't get the words out. She couldn't say she was p-pregnant. So instead, the fifteen year old nodded, quietly. "I don't know what to do." she admitted, tears running down her face. "I'm only fifteen! I can't have a baby!" she exclaimed, biting her lower lip.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Rebekah Miller on Feb 1, 2009 21:28:26 GMT -5
Bekah's heart went out to the poor girl. She wrapped her arms around her hugging her close as she cried. "Kennedy, you are a strong girl, I believe in you. You are strong enough to make it through this." she stated. "I can help you with anything you need, but you really need to tell your brother. He is worried sick about you." she added.
She felt horrible. She knew that she had to help Kennedy.
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Post by kaylie on Feb 2, 2009 14:25:46 GMT -5
kennedy's pajamas.
Kennedy wanted to believe everything Bekah was saying but it was just so hard to do. She didn't feel very strong right now, all of this hard torn her down and complicated everything. She was lost, and she didn't even know if she wanted to have this baby. Kennedy was just confused at the moment, and trying her best not to completely fall apart. Listening to Bekah say that she need to tell Sean, her brother, the small brunette quickly shook her head. No way she could tell him, he expected so much out of her and getting pregnant at fifteen was not one of them she was pretty sure.
"I can't tell him." she said, her voice quivering. Still shaking her head. "He's been so happy lately, I can't ruin it with my problems. And besides how am I supposed to tell him this?" she asked, looking down at her stomach. Kennedy wished it would all go away, and come back in ten years. Why did this have to happen now? It wasn't even like it had been her choice. Kennedy ran a hand through her long brunette hair, and sighed. Before wiping tears off of her face, trying to regain her composure. [/size] |
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Post by Rebekah Miller on Feb 2, 2009 20:51:13 GMT -5
Bekah rubbed the poor girls back. She knew that she didn't want to tell Sean, but he had to know. Sean loved his sister, and only wanted to be there for her to lean on him when she needed it. She sighed.
"Kennedy, he's your brother, though he wants the best for you, doesn't mean that he can't be there to help you with your problems. He loves you hun. He wants you to be able to talk to him and let him be your strongtower. You're his baby sister, and he just wants you to be okay." she said softly to her roomate.
(sorry its short))
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Post by kaylie on Feb 2, 2009 21:18:32 GMT -5
kennedy's pajamas.
The small brunette continued to wipe away the tears, as they still came steadily down. In a way it felt good, to get everything off her chest and to know that someone was there for her. But at the same time, she hated it. Kennedy hated crying, she hated showing weakness. She liked to believe she was stronger than that just because so many people doubted her. She knew what Bekah was saying was true. But she still just didn't know whether she had in inside of her to tell her brother. How could she exactly tell him she was carrying a baby? That would be just as bad as telling him that their father had gotten out of prison. Well in Kennedy's opinion it would be anyway.
"How can I tell him, when I'm not even sure I want to have this baby?" she stuttered out, looking up at the blonde, her eyes full of tears, a pleading look in them. She would have to give up everything if she kept the baby. Or so she thought. She was a kid herself! Kennedy definitely couldn't care for one herself! But yet she hadn't thought of her options yet, she had just been to shaken about the fact that she was pregnant in the first place.
(haha. it's fine. =] ) [/size] |
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