"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Lip's voice was sharp, slicing through the tiny space like a blade. His hands curled into fists, his whole body vibrating with rage. He, couldn't breathe right. He paced back and forth in the cramped trailer, knocking over an empty beer bottle with his foot.

"You're pregnant?" he spat, turning to you with wide, furious eyes. "How the hell did you let this happen?"

You flinched but stood your ground. "I didn't let anything happen, Lip!" Your voice shook. "It's not like I planned this!"

"Oh, right, because you never make bad decisions," he snapped, his laugh bitter and humorless. "Tell me, what was the thought process, huh?"

"Fuck you, Lip!" you shot back, stepping closer. "Like you're one to talk! You've made a lifetime of bad choices, but God forbid I screw up once, right?"

Lip let out a harsh breath, dragging both hands through his curls. "This isn't just some dumbass mistake, this is a whole fucking kid! You can't even afford rent, and now you're telling me you're gonna be somebody's mom? How the fuck is that supposed to work?"

"I don't know!" you screamed, your voice cracking. "I don't fucking know, okay? But it's happening!"

Lip turned away, slamming his fist against the wall so hard the whole trailer shook. "Jesus fucking Christ!". Then, without turning around, he muttered, "So what, you expect me to fix this for you?"

Your stomach dropped. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Lip finally turned back, his expression twisted with frustration. "You always come to me when your life falls apart. Every single time. And I always clean up the mess. But this?" He let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking his head. "I can't fix this, alright? I don't even know where to start!"

Tears burned at the back of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. "I never asked you to fix anything."You swallowed hard, your hands shaking."I told you because you're my best friend.I thought you’d be there for me.

Lip clenched his jaw,looking away. "I need to get the fuck out of here."