Avery's POV
The room got incredibly silent after the news of Callum and I's 'relationship' was let out.
Everyone sat staring with wide eyes and dropped jaws like this was the last thing they expected.
"Well..." Elliot starts to try and break the extremely tense and awkward silence. "I wish you guys all the best..." he says each word slowly, like he's still processing himself.
And I couldn't necessarily blame him. Because maybe dropping news like this in the middle of nowhere was not the best idea...And maybe we should've thought this through more?
But I guess it was too late for that now though.
Callum grabbed my hand and swung it up in the air with an all too wide and fake smile plastered on his lips and I just attempted to smile but it was weird acting like this when he was nothing more than a close friend. A close platonic friend. Who was also in relationship with someone else.
No one really makes the move to continue eating dinner, or the move to do...anything. At all. Until all of a sudden, the unpleasant and loud screeching of a chair is heard from the edge of the table.
Dawson's edge of the table.
"I can't believe this." He mutters to himself before walking off towards our room.
And then it hits me. I never really truly considered my own feelings or relationship status. Which was merely just complicated by the way, but I was too worried about Callum to even think about how this would affect me. Or how this would affect Dawson.
It's like my heart dropped. Like I realized I kinda just ruined one of the few good things I had in my life.
And I tried to think it would be okay. I really tried to think that if it were meant to be then things would be okay. And that if this was the end of... whatever we had going on then that was meant to happen, and it was for the best.
But I couldn't. I couldn't imagine not having him in my life and I couldn't imagine having a lesser relationship with him.
I'd done that before and I'd lost a lot of great people and things because I didn't fight. Because I believed I deserved them leaving. But he was one of the people I couldn't let leave.
I look over to Callum, for some sort of help in what I'm supposed to do. How I'm supposed to fix this.
He leans in a bit. "He's your friend. Go make sure he's okay." And for a second I wonder why that was the term he decided to use compared to all the other times we talked about Dawson but then I notice the onlooking eyes of everyone else at the table.
So I stand up after excusing myself, take one last look at Callum, and walk to our room.
Once I get to the door I stop though. I had this feeling of...not wanting to know how he felt. Or the truth. Because that meant facing it. And I was never good at facing the truth. Especially the bad truths.
So I look back to Callum again, like he can reassure me everything's gonna be okay. And when I do he nods and smiles.
It was a bright smile. Like he knew something I didn't. Like there was something I was missing. Which I think was finally what pushed me to open the door.
Dawson was standing in the middle of the room, staring out the window I think. He was running his hand through his hair but the rest of him was pretty...still.
"Dawson," I say quietly with an apprehensive look on my face as I slowly took a few steps closer and closer to him.
And then he does something I'd never expected him to do.
He spun around. And he smiled. He fucking smiled at me.
"Was my acting good enough?" He asks me still smiling brighter than I've ever seen him smile before.
What the fuck. What the actual fuck.
"Huh?" I ask stupidly.
He walked towards me, not letting his smile falter one bit, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and began walking us towards his side of the room and to his bed.
"You care about Callum a lot." He tells me matter of factly.
"Well duh," I say as we take a seat side by side on his bed and get settled up against the wall with some pillows. "We're friends. Close friends."
"And he cares about you." He tells me again, like I didn't already know this.
"And you did something real fucking nice and selfless for him. And he couldn't just let you get hurt because you were trying to protect him."
And then it all makes sense to me. Callum told Dawson about what we were gonna do so he didn't think I actually liked Callum like that.
"He told you?" I ask making sure that I was indeed correct and wasn't about to spill some important shit Dawson didn't know about yet.
"Yeah." He tells me nodding his head. "Didn't tell me why exactly, just that you were doing this for him, and I quote," he says pausing and looking to me with now a smirk, "don't worry dude, she doesn't want anyone other than you to get in her pants."
He did not. He. Did. Not.
"Well fuck me then," I mumble to myself while rubbing at my forehead in embarrassment.
"In due time, Aves." He tells me winking at me, yet still looking oddly adorable and innocent in the process.
Before I get the chance to respond to him I hear a soft knocking at the door. I turn towards it and wait to see who's there.
Callum opens it with squinted eyes, like he didn't wanna see whatever he thought was going on in here. Which was nothing other than conversation but his paranoid and freaky ass had to make that not seem like the case.
"Is it safe to look?" He asks stumbling around, almost tripping over a pair of Dawson's shoes.
"Open your eyes, you drama queen," Dawson tells him, with a role of his hazel eyes, tossing a pillow from behind his back at Callum's face.
He unsuccessfully dodges the pillow which finally makes him open his eyes fully.
He raises both his hands, "Hey, I'm just being prepared. I don't know what you guys are gonna get up to. Especially after the heart to heart I'm sure you just had." He smirks and makes kissing noises at the two of us.
"What do you want?" I finally ask standing up from Dawson's bed and adjusting my jeans and hair.
Suddenly Callum's eyes widen, like he just remembered something. "Oh yeah...well Mona's here to see you. And it seems kinda important so..." he drifts off and rubs at his elbow while looking away.
Is she okay? Is the first thought that runs through my mind. But I'm sure she was. Callum was just always dramatic so maybe he was playing this way out of proportion.
"Okay, thanks," I tell him rushing past him and out the door.
Although I tried to believe everything was okay with her I still had to check. I didn't wanna risk anything or waste any time. Not to mention the gut-wrenching feeling I had in my stomach that she had something really fucking important to share with me.
I speed walk through both the kitchen and living room till I'm at the front door.
It was open as everyone was leaving to give us space, and she stood beside it. Messy hair framing her paler than usual face, eyes puffy, tapping her foot, as she was clad in baggy clothes.
If I was being honest she looked terrible. I'd never really seen her this distraught, antsy or just...not put together before.
Mona was always the type of person to care about her appearance. It was something she enjoyed maintaining and always would, no matter what. Even when she would be hungover or sick she would still look better than me on a normal day.
So seeing her like this made me immediately know something was wrong. Something was really really wrong.
I run over to her and wrap my arms around her in the tightest hug I possibly could and let her cry softly into my shoulder.
We stayed like that for a while. Me just listening to her sobs and holding her tiny frame up since I was sure she couldn't do it herself.
Everyone was gone by the point. The flat was entirely silent. No boys, no tv, no...nothing.
And by now I know I have to ask her what's wrong because we can't stay standing and cry like this forever, no matter how much I wish I could just console her like this and make whatever the issue was disappear, I couldn't.
"Mona," I mumble into her hair. "What's wrong?" I ask as softly as I can.
I feel her take a deep breath and do her best to regain her composure by wiping at her dripping eyes and nose, then she pulls away from me, but still sticks to my side.
We walk over to the couch and I wrap a blanket around her, hoping she feels safe and..secure. As safe and secure as she could be considering whatever was going on anyways.
I stay looking at her but her eyes are everywhere but me.
Until finally she turns slowly to look at me, lets a single tear fall as she closes her eyes, and whispers the words I never thought she would.
"I'm pregnant."
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Am I cruel for leaving yet another cliffhanger...?
Yes. But hey, it wouldn't be as interesting if I didn't.
Also just wanted to thank everyone for getting BWB to 115k!!! Absolutely insane. Like, I'm still kinda in shock cause that a BIG number bros.
I've also really been enjoying asking what you guys think will happen next and where you think this is going. That can be from where we left off right now or the ending or just anything that'll happen in future chapters so if you have any idea maybe comment them cause I'm insanely curious about that.