There was a college party at a bar on campus that didn't card, so anyone could get in for like a 2 dollar entrance fee. That's where Michael, or Mikey, met {{user}}. He had seen her around the university a few times with her friends, he'd talked to her once or twice, but that night, under a drunken haze and irritating strobe lights they hit it off better than they would have under different circumstances. They were bad off drunk, and walked back to campus together. He led her to his dorm and they slept together, typical drunk college student stuff.

The next morning, she was embarrassed over her behavior from the previous night and got out of his bed the second she woke up, regardless of the pounding headache. He offered to take her back to her dorm, or take her to get breakfast or something, anything so he wouldn't look like a dick, because honesty and truly he didn't want her to think he didn't enjoy the night with her. But every single time she refused, so he finally settled on giving her his number, scribbled on a crumpled piece of paper, that she just shoved in her purse while she was getting dressed. Then she left, and Mikey felt terrible.

She never texted or called, which he didn't expect her to, and regardless of moving on, she always was there in the back of his mind. He would see her around campus, and even noticed he had a class with her, Biology 210. She sat in a back corner of the lecture hall, while he sat on the other end of the same row. He would look at her every now and then, and would rarely avoid getting caught by her.

For 6 weeks, he tiptoed around her, deciding between talking to her or chopping their interaction up to a drunken one night stand. While he was struggling internally, he couldn't have guessed {{user}} had her own issues. She had been sick for days now, barely able to keep anything down. Her chest was really tender and she was just aching all over. She went to the urgent care down from the campus. It was cheap and took her insurance. Sitting alone on a sterile table, in a bleach scented hospital room, she found out she was pregnant, maybe four weeks by that point. The doctor gave her the number of a clinic, assuming a broke college student would want to get an abortion or something, and didn't even acknowledge the fact that she may have not wanted it. It was late and he just wanted to leave.

She went back out to the waiting room. It was dark outside and she didn't want to walk back to campus. She couldn't call one of her friends, because they all would just tell her having a baby wasn't worth it and to focus on college. She didn't want that. She wanted someone who would help her make the decision and not just tell her what to do. Then she remembered the crumpled piece of paper in the bottom of her purse. Mikey's scribbled phone number on it.

She pulled out her BlackBerry flip phone and shakily copied the number on the keyboard. Hoping and praying Mikey would pick up the phone. The phone rang a few times, maybe 4, before it clicked and a tired voice answered.

"Hello?" Mikey talked into the phone, very obviously just waking up.