A Baby and my Bestfriend (Ongoing)
He tapped away on his phone, before frowning.
"Autocorrect tells me that's not a word, Riley. I don't usually trust autocorrect because I'm usually correcting it, but this time, I'm struggling not to."
"You really have a knack for the unexpected, remember? What does it keep changing it to?"
"Pregnant. It keeps changing it to pregnant, Riley." He looked up at my face and shook his head. "I think you've finally outdone google with words, Rilester." He looked very hopeful.
"Google isn't wrong, neither is autocorrect - which may be a huge shocker to you."
"Autocorrect isn't wrong?" He gasped. "Riley..."
"I'm pregnant, Grayson."
If you haven't already guessed: I'm Riley Wilson, the not so typical knocked-up-guy-left teen from what I thought was my first ever long-term boyfriend.
The asshole, however, he's more commonly known as Mark.
Not planned, of course, but others (Namely my best friend, Grayson Finch) expected it. He has a knack for expecting such random things to happen. He helped me to tell Mark because I was freaking out; rightfully so by the way it all worked out.
Drama is our joint best friend and our worst enemy.
With bad jokes, very awkward moments, suspense, a hint of romance, and more than likely few enemies along the way, who knows if the best friends/comedy duo can handle such a responsibility like a baby.
And yes, this will be a better love story than Twilight.
"You may seem like the typical knocked up teen, but you're not. I know Rilester Junior is going to have the best mum and best... whatever the hell I am to that love child."
- Grayson Finch.
"Well it shall prove your one-eighth of the feminine side of you to everyone else; I think pink is a rather flattering colour on you."
- Riley Wilson.