You were sat in your room, this week had been hella rough. Monday was a drag, Tuesday was hell, Wednesday was terrible, Thursday was atrocious and finally came Friday. That little bit of hope to keep you running through this gloomy July week. There was a knock and suddenly Bill stumbled in.

“D-Ding Dong. Your m-muh-mom let me in.”

He gave you a small smile.

“How do you still have so much energy?” You complained as you cuddled closer to the blanket of self-pity you were wallowing in

“I-I dont even n-nuh-know. This w-wuh-wuh-week was pretty p-p-painful, but at least its o-over. Right?” He reassured.

“Totally.” You mumbled.

“Sooo, you w-wanna come to the q-q-quarry on this f-fuh-fine Friday evening? Bev’ll be there..” He shot another smile.

“Meh.” You shrugged. “Id rather stay home tonight.”

“Alright. L-Lets go grab some food then? I-Im s-s-starving.” He suggested, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Im not really that hungry.” You declined.

He furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head in response.

“What?-“ You asked as his hand reached and placed itself on your forehead.

“Hm, I s-sense no fever..” He mumbled.

“Yeah, cause im not sick.” You snapped back.

“Somethings not r-right, I j-j-just cant p-puh-put my finger on it..” He responded.

You rolled your eyes at him.

“Are you p-p-pregnant?” He squeaked.

“What? No! Why would you think such thing?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him. You were both 14, and it didnt really make sense for you to be pregnant.

“I d-dont know. I dont judge.” He shrugged.

“How considerate of you.” You sarcastically scoffed.

“I sh-should probably give you some s-space.” He held his smirk. “S-Since thats what y-you want.”

He got no response back from you.

“As I wuh-walk out this c-creaky w-wuh-wooden door.” He looked at the door.

“Wait.” You sighed, he smirked.

“Guess it’s a muh-movie night. I’ll make p-popcorn!” He started smiling excitably and basically dashed out your door to go talk to your mom.