third person pov

timothee laid in his car-bed with the school yearbook in his hands.

he stared dazzlingly at y/n's picture, reading the humorous, sloppy written note she left right beside it.

Hey Chalamet! Spank off to this with motion lotion. Just kidding! (sort of)
Your best friend,
Y/n

there was a knock at his door, which made him quickly put the book down to see who it was.

his mom opened the door and looked at her son.

"timothee, are you coming down stairs to eat?"

"uh, nah, i dont think so," the boy replied.

his mom gave him a look. "you ran eight miles today, pumpkin."

the boy mentally cringed at the nickname his mother gave him since birth. "im not hungry, oddly."

"but it's breakfast for supper. it's your favorite, timothee."

he gave his mom an annoyed smile, before averting his attention back to the yearbook pages.

"y/n l/n called while you were out running today."

the name made timothee look back at his mom, confused.

"you know how i feel about her."

"yeah, yeah, you mentioned it a couple times," timothee reminded.

there really wasn't a day where she didn't.

his mom sighed. "she's just... different."

he didn't know how to reply to that passive aggressive (but also true) comment, so he stayed silent.

his mom turned around to leave, closing the door.

once again he stared back at the yearbook, moving his arm from above his head to dangle off of his bed, on his side.

in his hand was a pair of cherry panties.

ones that belonged to no other than y/n.

he slowly released them from his grip.

first person pov

well there i was.

pacing back and forth in my living room.

today was the day i was going to finally tell my family about the unfortunate news of their daughter getting knocked up and pregnant at the ripe age of sixteen.

my dad and step-mom both stared at me unsatisfied.

i had told them to meet me downstairs and now i can't even tell them what i wanted to.

thankfully saoirse was there for emotional support.

"i'm not really sure how i'm gonna spit this out," i finally spoke out.

"hun did you get expelled?" winona asked.

"no. the school would most likely contact you in the event of my expulsion," i answered in an obvious tone.

winona sat up straight.

"well i was just asking. it seemed plausible."

my dad sighed. "did you need a large amount of money? legal counsel?"

what?

"no, i'm not asking for anything," i told the pair. "except for maybe mercy. like it would be friggin' sweet if no one hit me."

"well what have you done, bug? did you hit someone with the Previa?"

"no."

saoirse who was sitting behind me stopped biting her nails to talk.

"dude, i think it's best to just tell them."

was she right?

yes.

did i wish she wasn't?

also yes.

her comment made my parents adjust themselves and look at me.

i slightly looked down as i frowned.

"i'm pregnant.."

"oh god," my dad murmured.

i began to stumble over my words in panic.

"b-but i'm going to give it up for adoption," i said with a smile, trying to make it seem like there was nothing to worry about. "and i already found the people. they're gonna pay for the medical expenses and everything and in thirty-odd weeks we can just forget that this ever happened!"

my dad stared at me stunned.

"you're pregnant?"

"i'm sorry," i sighed. "im sorry, and if it is any consolation i have heartburn that's radiating down to my kneecaps. and i haven't taken a dump since wednesday.. morning."

"i didn't even know you were sexually active," winona said.

"who is the kid?" my dad questioned.

i furrowed my eyebrows.

"the baby?" i asked. "i don't really know much about it. it has fingernails, allegedly."

"nails, really?"

"yeah," i nodded to the lady.

my dad shook his head. "no, i mean who is the father, y/n?"

"um.. it's timothee chalamet."

"timothee chalamet?" my dad repeated,  surprised.

saoirse was holding in a laugh.

"what?" i asked, genuinely confused.

"i didn't think he had it in him," my dad said to winona.

saoirse laughed at my dad. "i know right?!"

i looked at her with a slight scowl and my dad took notice.

"right, this is no laughing matter," he pointed his finger at my best friend.

"no, it's not. and timothee is actually great."

"okay.."

"in chair," i added.

my dad looked baffled and slightly uncomfortable but brushed it off. "you thinking about adoption?"

"yeah! yeah. and there's this couple who haven't had, you know.. they've been trying to have a kid for like five years," i explained.

"we found them in the Penny Saver next to the exotic birds," saoirse said.

my dad looked at us both confused.

i nodded at her words.

"they have a legitimate lawyer and i was going to go meet with them next weekend."

"bug that is a tough thing to do," winona finally spoke up. "it's probably tougher than you can understand right now.

"i know.. and it's just that i'm not ready to be a mom."

"damn skippy you're not!" my bald dad said. "you don't even remember to give Liberty Bell her breathing meds."

i rolled my eyes. "that was one time! and she did not die if you recall."

"honey, had you considered you know, the alternative?" winona asked.

i knew what she was referring to.

"no," i shook my head.

"well, you're a little viking!" she smiled.

i gave an awkward laugh.

she looked at my dad and then back at me.

"first things first. alright we need to get you healthy," the lady pointed at me. "you need prenatal vitamins. incidentally, they do incredible things for your nails, so that's a plus. oh and we need to schedule a doctors appointment, figure out where you're going to deliver."

she began to write everything down on a magazine.

"y/n, i'm coming with you to meet the adoption couple," my dad told me. "you're just a kid i don't want you to get ripped off by a couple of babystarved wingnuts."

i gave him a tight lip smile.

"thanks dad."

"i thought you were the kind of girl who knew when to say when."

i stared at him and looked down.

"i don't really know what kind of girl i am."

he nodded and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before turning away from me.

i awkwardly turned around to give saoirse the signal to come up stairs with me.

she got up and trailed right behind me, up the stairs.

authors note:
let's just act like i didn't abandon this book for a year and randomly came back to it at 12 am because i couldn't sleep!😊👍