#StuckInTheMoment
Sept 2, 2012 8:33:48 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2012 8:33:48 GMT -5
THE FURTHER I RUN FROM YOU, BABY, THE CLOSER I GET TO THE TRUTH
Breakfast done and over with, Andrea was anxious to continue on with their morning. Normally she'd be laying back in her bed and relaxing for another hour or so, but today was far from her norm. Waking up in a boy's personal bed, eating donuts with Michael J. Fox's son, and now rising to take a pregnancy test weren't hobbies Andrea practiced often. She could live with the second option, though that annoying hoot in the back of her mind advocated for the first as well. Andrea shook her head. Thoughts like that needed to be silent, essentially nonexistent. Tavin made enough room for her to stand on her bare feet. Her footing was unsteady for a moment. She wasn't one hundred percent sure why. Standing up too fast sometimes gave people head rushes. Andrea blinked away the darkness collecting at the rim of her vision and followed her potential baby daddy to his bathroom.
Once she stepped inside, her jaw dropped. Bathrooms weren't usually worthy to be gawked at, but she wasn't sure she could classify Tavin's bathroom as such. His was more like a game room that conveniently included a bathtub, shower, and toilet. Honestly, what use would a flat-screen television be while someone was taking a shower. Watching television while in the nude wasn't a guilty pleasure of Andrea's, not even slightly. Besides, she already took long enough showers. Watching her favorite episodes of some television show would probably double her already-lengthy time table. Tavin pointed out the necessities, like the toilet. She'd completely forgotten about her mission for a moment. Tavin's bathroom was more luxurious than her childhood homes. Even now, living with Tabby, their bathroom wasn't nearly as "pimped" out. She had a toilet and a shower-bath combination. For the most part, they lived regular lives.
"You can come get me when you are done..." Tavin struggled to say. He seemed just as nervous as she felt. That gave her a sliver of reassurance, surprisingly. Once his little spiel was done, Drea tossed a small smile in his direction. "Okay," she told him. She personally preferred riding solo on this leg of their journey. If two pink lines intersected, confirming her condition, she'd need some time alone. Her eyes read over the labels once again as she walked to the counter. She needed a clock. Her phone? That worked. Josh's text taunted her from the home screen. She stared at the words he'd written helplessly. She was officially at a fork in the road. To text or to not text, that was the question. Meanwhile, the conscious thought of Tavin anxiously awaiting the results catalyzed her answer. Not now. She'd speak with Josh later. If she was pregnant, he needed to know. If not, well...
Andrea followed through with the directions after reading them three times over. The entire concept was a bit unsettling for her, but she urinated on the test, sought out the directions once more, and waited. The test supposedly took one to five minutes for a result. Her eyes were focused on the rapid numbers on the screen of her iPhone. Another minute passed by. Tavin's call frightened her. "Yeah, I'm alright," she replied back. Her voice shook with anticipation. Her stomach continued to toss and turn uncomfortably, but she and Tavin needed to know the truth. The control window darkened, and according to the directions, only the control window would change if the test was negative. Five more impatient minutes dragged by, and nothing on the test had changed. No pink lines. No condescending words proclaiming a pregnancy. She wasn't pregnant!
Relief washed over Andrea in waves. She couldn't pry her eyes away from the results. Tavin was probably in the other room fearing the worst. Her silence was possibly misleading. Oh, he'd probably be just as relieved as she was! Andrea practically had a skip in her step as she reached for the doorway separating her from him. There had to be some other reason for her period to be as late as it was, but she could easily make an appointment with her doctor to have that sorted out. For now, she wanted to celebrate. Her eyes scanned the room and found Tavin sitting on the bed she'd occupied only minutes before. Her stomach growled irritably, but she was too relieved to allow a little ache dampen her mood. "I'm not pregnant," she stated. Her voice had grown noticeably fonder and her eyes more hopeful.
Once she stepped inside, her jaw dropped. Bathrooms weren't usually worthy to be gawked at, but she wasn't sure she could classify Tavin's bathroom as such. His was more like a game room that conveniently included a bathtub, shower, and toilet. Honestly, what use would a flat-screen television be while someone was taking a shower. Watching television while in the nude wasn't a guilty pleasure of Andrea's, not even slightly. Besides, she already took long enough showers. Watching her favorite episodes of some television show would probably double her already-lengthy time table. Tavin pointed out the necessities, like the toilet. She'd completely forgotten about her mission for a moment. Tavin's bathroom was more luxurious than her childhood homes. Even now, living with Tabby, their bathroom wasn't nearly as "pimped" out. She had a toilet and a shower-bath combination. For the most part, they lived regular lives.
"You can come get me when you are done..." Tavin struggled to say. He seemed just as nervous as she felt. That gave her a sliver of reassurance, surprisingly. Once his little spiel was done, Drea tossed a small smile in his direction. "Okay," she told him. She personally preferred riding solo on this leg of their journey. If two pink lines intersected, confirming her condition, she'd need some time alone. Her eyes read over the labels once again as she walked to the counter. She needed a clock. Her phone? That worked. Josh's text taunted her from the home screen. She stared at the words he'd written helplessly. She was officially at a fork in the road. To text or to not text, that was the question. Meanwhile, the conscious thought of Tavin anxiously awaiting the results catalyzed her answer. Not now. She'd speak with Josh later. If she was pregnant, he needed to know. If not, well...
Andrea followed through with the directions after reading them three times over. The entire concept was a bit unsettling for her, but she urinated on the test, sought out the directions once more, and waited. The test supposedly took one to five minutes for a result. Her eyes were focused on the rapid numbers on the screen of her iPhone. Another minute passed by. Tavin's call frightened her. "Yeah, I'm alright," she replied back. Her voice shook with anticipation. Her stomach continued to toss and turn uncomfortably, but she and Tavin needed to know the truth. The control window darkened, and according to the directions, only the control window would change if the test was negative. Five more impatient minutes dragged by, and nothing on the test had changed. No pink lines. No condescending words proclaiming a pregnancy. She wasn't pregnant!
Relief washed over Andrea in waves. She couldn't pry her eyes away from the results. Tavin was probably in the other room fearing the worst. Her silence was possibly misleading. Oh, he'd probably be just as relieved as she was! Andrea practically had a skip in her step as she reached for the doorway separating her from him. There had to be some other reason for her period to be as late as it was, but she could easily make an appointment with her doctor to have that sorted out. For now, she wanted to celebrate. Her eyes scanned the room and found Tavin sitting on the bed she'd occupied only minutes before. Her stomach growled irritably, but she was too relieved to allow a little ache dampen her mood. "I'm not pregnant," she stated. Her voice had grown noticeably fonder and her eyes more hopeful.
#TAVINJFOX, 749 WORDS, OUTFIT, lol. awkward.