(I apologize for the rusty writing as I haven't written in a while. Going through some stuff I sadly lost my love for writing.)

Living in a rich neighborhood and attending a nice high school as a cheerleader, you were living the American cliché. Your boyfriend, Five, part of the football team, you spent the nights after games in his car. Making out and occasionally even going further than that. The relationship between the two of you running deep, even if you had breakups every once in a while. But this time, you held. But unfortunately, it didn't work in your favor as you sat in the car with him, rain pouring outside as you were parked in front of the drug store three cities over to avoid seeing anyone you knew, the pregnancy test in your hand as Five sat beside you, his knee shaking as you waited the results.