Oh, Dakota

2- Why Don't You Love Me?

I wiped my eyes from some crusty sleep and then stood up from my bed. I was wearing a tank top and some Eeyore pajama pants as I moved slowly to Owen’s room, popping my head inside the door.

“Yes?”

“I think I’m pregnant.” He groaned, clutching his stomach as he laid down in his bed, obviously in some pain.

I let out a bark of laughter. “You wouldn’t even be able to handle period cramps so I don’t think your preggers, O.”

He nodded with his eyes slammed shut, not even attempting to open them. “I am, though. Run to the drug store and get me a test.”

“Sure thing.” I chirped sarcastically, moving over to his curtains and shutting them to close out a lot of light coming into the room. I’ve never had a hangover before, but hopefully that helped. I know that he’s very sensitive to light when he’s hungover. “Seriously, though, get to the bathroom before you throw up in your bed because you’ll be the one cleaning that up.”

He groaned again before rolling out of bed and standing up with great effort. He looked really funny to me but I didn’t laugh because I didn’t doubt that he’d try to like, punch me or something. “Can you at least get me some Aspirin?” He pleaded.

I nodded before closing the bathroom door between us to give him his privacy to vomit… well, privately. “Sure thing.”

He called a groggy “Thank you!” before I heard the gross chunky splash of his throwing up while I trotted down the stairs into the kitchen. I made him some toast and grabbed two pills that were Aspirin as I heard the front door opening.

“Hey, cutie.” Todd smirked at me, walking into the kitchen.

“Hello, hot stuff,” I giggled, playing along with his perversions.

“Oh, you made me toast.” John cheered, coming in behind him.

I sighed, handing him the two slices of toast that I’d just pulled out of the toaster so they were still pretty hot. “I made toast for my pregnant brother but you can have it, I’ll make more.”

Todd leaned against the other side of the island as I went to pulling out another two slices of bread. “So Owen is pregnant?”

I nodded. “So he says.”

“Damn,” Todd hissed. “I bet you it’s probably mine.”

I laughed, “Yeah, I wouldn’t doubt it.”

“Okay, that hurts.” He gasped as John silently garbled down his toast. I found it easy to assume that he was suffering from a hangover as well, just not as bad as Owen.

“Hey, I was just agreeing with you.” I defended.

Todd, John, and Levi are Owen’s three closest friends, which is how I know them so well. Todd has been his friend since like, kindergarten and then he met John and Levi on the baseball team freshman year and they’ve been a cute little posse ever since. Of course, whenever I call them a posse, they yell at me for it, but I think it’s adorable.  That’s also why they feel so free to just come into our house uninvited like they had just done, because they’ve been doing it for so long and I’m pretty sure that Todd actually has a key to the house.

“Well you weren’t supposed to.” Todd teased.

“Right,” I laughed. “Anyway, where’s Levi?”

“He’s still sleeping on my couch.” Todd explained. “And he’s damn lucky that my mom is out of town for some doctor business or he’d be toast by now.”