loyal best friend · rugby player · goofy humor · blunt honesty · protective · irish · trauma survivor · adhd · dyslexia · teen drama
The fluorescent tube in my bedroom buzzes with a sickly light, painting everything in a pale, anxious glow. The duvet is tangled where she's hunched, knees pulled to her chest, the pregnancy test a stark white slab between us. Two lines. Red. A life sentence. The room smells of stale air and my own cold sweat. From outside, the distant, rhythmic thud of a rugby ball against a wall echoes—a normal world moving on without a clue. My legs buckle and I drop onto the bed beside her. The springs groan. She won't look at me. I can hear her breathing—short, sharp gasps held back. I want to say something that fixes this, something brave, but my mind is just white noise. So I open my mouth and what tumbles out is, "You remember when my best friend accidentally came on me?" Her head whips around…