The Walls Go Up (Slow Uploads)

I was now driving to pick up Lynn from Sheela's house; she had texted me a few minutes ago saying she was ready to be picked up. I told Jared I had some work to take care of and left him in the cabin to find his own way home. He gave me his contact information and I promised to meet up with him later.

I pulled up into Sheela's driveway. She lived in a nice area in the sub burbs. We both did, but she lived on the nicer side. Her's was much bigger, unfair considering it was just her and her parents. There was a big, perfectly maintained garden on her front lawn, a small balcony over her garage a nice sized house made of red brick.

Lynn came skipping out of the house in the same outfit she wore yesterday, shopping bags in hand. In the back seat of the car, she talked excitedly about her sleepover; what they did, the movies they saw. She took out all her cloths that she bought and showed them to me excitedly. We laughed and talked on the way home.

"So, what did you do this weekend? Anything interesting?" I paused, the momory of attacking Jared flashing though my mind.

"Not really. Watched a movie, hug out with some friends. Nothing all that interesting happened though. Don't get me wrong, it was fun, just the usual stuff though." I smiled at her though the rear view mirror. She shrugged, unimpressed with my fake social life, but my story was good enough for her.

"Hey, wanna get some ice cream? We can go to Weird Burny's." She said excitedly, licking her lips. I laughed. "I was just there yesterday, I can't go back again!"

"You went to Weird Burny's with out me?!!" I lost my smile as I noticed her wide eyes as I glaced up at my rear veiw mirror again.

"Well, you were at Sheela's and I had a craving so, yeah I did."Uh-oh, the guily butterfly feeling was starting in my stomach, but I tried to ignore it. I did not want to go back to get more  She pouted.

"But we always go to that place together..."

"Lynn, it's not like I took someone else. I just had a craving and you were busy." Lynn paused in thought.

"Are you pregnant?"

"What?!" Lynn hurried to explain, waving her arms excitedly as she spoke.

"Well, Sheela's mom is newly pregnant and Sheela said that when people are pregnant they get cravings and that her mom bought a bunch of jars of Nutella and won't stop eating it straight from a jar. With a spoon, just like that! So I ask you, does that make you pregnant to?" She didn't wait for an answer as her eyes got really wide and she started bouncing up and down in her seat, the seat belt going with her.

"Oh! Can you're baby be a girl? Can you're baby like shopping? Can I take her! Please! I promise i'll be the best baby shopper ever! Oh! I can take her-"

"Lynn! Lynn stop! I'm really sorry to be the one to break this to you, but I'm not pregnant." Lynn slumped in disappointment, pouting. I had to choke back a laugh at how much of a baby she looked like herself. She's fourteen for god sakes.

"Lynn let me ask you something: have you ever even had a sex ed. class?" She shook her head, confused as to what exactly that even was. I sighed.

"Didn't think so. Let me explain one thing to you: sometimes, when you're pregnant, you get cravings, but just because you get cravings, doesn't mean you're pregnant. Get it?" She nodded, disappointed, then angry.

"SO YOU WENT TO WEIRD BRUNY'S AND YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A LEGITIMATE EXCUSE?!" I sighed.

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We ended up back at Weird Burny's. Liza raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Great, now she thinks This time, I got cotton candy-lemonade flavor and she got almond-honey ice cream (fairly normal on her part).

When we got home, Lynn plopped herself in front of the TV and tuned the world out, exhausted after her sleep over. I walked up the polished stairs to my room and opened the door. I healed back a scream as I noticed a dark figure in the middle of the room. He was wearing waterproof black pants and a dark hoodie.

He pulled back his hoodie to reveal...

 Olive toned skin and dark features.

"Hi, I'm Daniel, I'm TJ's personal mailman. I have a package here for a Miss. Shelby Speller, if you could sing here please?" He said, shoving a clip bored towards me. I stood there with my mouth hanging open.