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"don't you dare tell me what i'm thinking!" your mother yelled at the both of you
dallas clenched harder onto your hand
"mom no we didn't!" you lied, "mom dad you need to understand—"
"y/n we've gone through this" your dad glared at dallas. "you can not live, marry, or date a boy like him"
"y/n you need to be home now" she shouted, "and you little boyfriend needs to leave this house forever. if i see you two together ever again, y/n we'll send you out of state. you know what diane mother asked me the other night? i heard you daughter is pregnant"
"mom oh my god!" you cried. "i'm not pregnant"
"son" you dad turned to dally. "you need to leave, you can not see our daughter"
dally knew his ground and stayed silent. he didn't move one bit
"please dally" you whispered. "just go, we can't be in love..."
dally hand released from yours, he went out the door. not looking back
you ran up to your room, crying over and over. you held tight onto his jacket, hoping he'll enter your door again
"please don't go dally..."
a month later when you could use the landline. you called the one person you needed the most. you begged her to come over until she gave in
"y/n" cherry looked into your swollen eyes
"i loved him..." you held his denim jacket tight. the smell of burnt cigarettes and his cheap cologne was present
"i know you do" she tried comforting you
"i should've said yes when he asked. i should've said yes when he asked to elope but i was too scared..."
"oh y/n.." you hurt how sorrow cherry felt. "just call him, call him" she got up, going to the phone in your room
"dally doesn't have any sort of home phone" you explained. "i just need him, his touch, his smile, his hugs, his everything"
"don't be afraid, calling him won't hurt"
"i told him our love can't be accepted and just gave up!" you cried, "I think i'm going to be sick..."
you went to the washroom in your bedroom and threw up. you couldn't tell if you were throwing up by how sick you felt of the idea or anything
"cherry..." you said through the door. "i want to take a drug store test"
"for what?" she was confused until she understood. "...y/n don't tell me you think..."
"please" you begged. "just come back soon"
—
"cherry you first look at it" you didn't have the guts look. your eyes were close holding the test
she had glanced over looking at it. "y/n you've to see it yourself..."
it read positive
"holy shit!" you cried. "cherry what the fuck i am going to do?"
