” I hugged him again. I don’t think that was the reaction he was expecting. He seemed to get more embarrassed. And here I was trying to be nice to...him. I’ll have to think more carefully about how to be nice to a nine-year-old boy.Nana asked me how my head was feeling. She meant the little scratch I had on my forehead from where I’d thumped my head into the wall. I’d replaced the bandaid over it when I had my shower. There was a little scratch and a bit of a bump but it was nothing special. Dan. " Her heart beat fast in her chest, standing so close to him. She wanted to be much closer.Gary nodded, the action looking a little exaggerated and nervous to Brina. "I was thinking I might go get a Subway and go study in the park." He paused for a moment. "You wanna come?"She hesitated, wanting more than anything to agree, but scared to do so. The grass tickled her feet as she shuffled them nervously, and she felt the turmoil in her heart calm. "Sure, I'm a little hungry."Looking almost. Not only was she great friends with me she also got along with my boyfriend at the time which is obviously a major want for a person; that the people they care about get along and like each other.It wasn't long until we had many drunk nights which ended in drunk sleepovers at my house and it became our usual thing (Leave College, Get drunk, Pass out in my bed/bathroom/floor wherever we landed) and I enjoyed every moment of it.Due to us spending nearly every day of the week together and most. I don't know what happened. It was supposed to be secret. It was... uhhhhhhhng..."Then she turned toward the edge of the couch and threw-up strawberry Slushy and ice cream all over the carpet."Oh my god! Charlotte! Ron, I think she hit her head! I think she has a concussion."I shook my head, closing my eyes for a moment."She didn't hit her head, Stephie," I said in my slurring, drunken voice. "She's pregnant."Stephanie had been hurrying over to get a towel from the kitchen and she suddenly.