"Michael, can you just go upstairs and get Aubree, please? I'll explain later," I told him. Aubree is what we had named her since we were asked to name it. He nodded and ran up the stairs.

"Aubree?" Mum asked.

"Mum, I don't know how to say this.. Um, she's not a real baby."

"What do you mean?"

"It's one of those dolls that we got in Home Ec. that is exactly like a real baby."

"Oh. Oh my god, Bree, I had no idea what to think," she hugged me. She had thought I was secretly pregnant?

"Mum, if I was ever pregnant, I think you'd be the first person I'd tell, except for the father."

"But the time for you taking the pregnancy tests and getting that doll is perfect," she pointed out, "she would be real if those tests were positive."

"Yeah, I guess," I didn't want to think about it. The rest of this week is going to be a nightmare anyways.

Michael came down the stairs with her in his arms. He was angry, I could tell. He tried to hand her to me, "I can't get her to fucking shut up.."

"Michael," I whispered, "it has a microphone, and Mrs. Brown will be able to hear you."

" I don't give a shit, just take her," he groaned.

I took her from him. I rocked back and forth a little bit, and she stopped crying. Her electronic eyes began to shut.

"Thank god," he sighed.

"You're welcome," I scoffed, joking.

"Thank you, Bree," he took her back upstairs.

Once he came down again, he asked about the pregnancy tests Mum had said about it. I wasn't sure of what to tell him.

"What was your mum saying about pregnancy tests earlier?" He looked at me.

"In late September, I took a few pregnancy tests because I had been throwing up. Turns out I was just sick.."

"Why didn't you tell me that?"

"What? That I took pregnancy tests?"

"Yeah!"

"They were negative."

"So? You still should've told me!" He ran upstairs. What's wrong with him?

I made my way upstairs, and I heard Aubree crying again. I opened my door quietly and slowly but only left only a sliver of the door open. I watched Michael pick her up. He tried 'feeding' her, but that's not what ask her wanted. He tried to change her diaper, but that wasn't it either. He began singing to her. Damn, he had a good voice. It made my heart melt. If only he knew he did those sort of things to me. Even listening to Michael's sweet voice didn't calm Aubree down. He began walking towards the door, and right before he opened it, he yelled, "Bree!"

After he opened the door, he saw me standing there. He quietly let out an, "oh."

"Let me see her," I told him, "You need to sway a little bit, move around."

"How long were you there?"

"Pretty much the whole time," I smiled, "Sing to her."

"You heard that too?"

"Yes, but your voice is amazing, and you know that. Just sing to her."

"Fine," he agreed and began to sing one of the slower songs that he and the band sang.

She calmed down, and I placed her in the playpen again. I sat on the bed, and Michael sat down soon after.

"Michael, we're not going to end our friendship just because of a simple pregnancy test.." I told him.

"I agree, but I think you still should've told me you took it. We would've been more careful then.."

"I bet were going to be really careful after taking care of that thing all week," I motioned to Aubree.

"Bree, just listen to me. If you take a pregnancy test, you better tell me. Even if it's negative, okay?" He stood up over me.

"Okay," I answered. I didn't want to make him more mad. He mumbled something I didn't understand..