you and john had a messy relationship. you loved eachother, but you hit eachother, argued with eachother, cheated on eachother.. the list could go on and on.

one day, you had cheated on john with paul, his bestfriend. you didn’t think there’d be any horrible consequences.

but you were wrong, because just a few days later, you found out you were pregnant.

and so you were left with an angry boyfriend and a big belly at the ripe age of (choose age). you couldn’t abort it.

paul would come over sometimes to help out, but you had to stop going to school because of the pain from your pregnancy. meaning you saw john a whole lot more than you used to. creating even more arguments.

one day, paul was over at you and john’s house to write some songs with john, in your bedroom. john had forgiven paul, you see. but not you.

you were sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching television to try to distract yourself from the pain. but then you felt that dreaded feeling— you were going to be sick. “john, i’m going to be sick!” you called out, unable to move out of fear of vomiting on the floor.

john cursed to himself when he heard you shout, and he put his guitar down and rushed out of the bedroom, grabbing a big enough bowl from the kitchen and then giving it to you. he was clearly irritated— he didn’t understand how harsh he was being on you.

“i’m busy. why can’t you get it yourself?” he grumbled with a sigh, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail and sitting beside you on the sofa. paul had also came, to make sure you were okay, and he was standing beside john.