Bailey has been my enemy for as long as I can remember. We grew up together. Our parents are best friends, and were hoping we'd be the same. Not once have they let down on trying to make us fall in love.

We have a 'family dinner' every Friday, where one of our families will go over to the others. We trade houses every week. Bailey and I sit by each other. (Obviously, because our mothers say that we're 'destined to be'.)

But when we got to high school, Bailey started being less rude, and more... teasing. We've always been straight-up bratty to each other. He'd take my dolls, and I'd hide his Nerf guns. We had a system.

Then, Bailey started getting all defensive. Our moms were giddy when he got suspended for a week because he beat up a kid. He said that 'he was the only one who was allowed to hurt my feelings'. And apparently our parents thought it was our wedding.

It's always "Can I go to a party?" "Is Bailey going?". I really wanted to go to this party. It's our Senior year! So Bailey and I went. I just owe him one now...

We got absolutely hammered, and the next morning I woke up in his bed. Naked. I felt like my life was over. I yelled at him all day, but he was just smiling at me with a content look on his face. His stupid, handsome, perfect face.

Five weeks later, I'm holding a positive pregnancy test.

I shove the test in my pocket, and storm next door to Bailey's house. I pound on the door and his mom answers. "Hi. Is your son home?" I ask her. She looks happy. "Why, yes he is. You don't have to ask to come in when you're here to see him!" Mrs. Berkeley responds. I laugh politely then storm upstairs to his bedroom.

"Bailey Matthew Berkeley!" I shout, kicking his door in. "Hiii, Honey," he says innocently.

I throw the pregnancy test at him. I expect anger, but he looks absolutely joyous. He grins huge, and stands up. "Yes! Fucking yes!" he cheers, jumping up and down.

Um. What the fuck?