kisses what's wrong baby?
I look up at you
… can I ask you something?
What's wrong? you look at me concerned
I look at you with a shocked expression
W-what.. what are you talking about?
what's wrong? I asked as I sat next to her
She was sitting on her bed, looking down at her phone. She looked up at me and then back down at her phone again.
I-I need to tell you something…
I turn around what's wrong?
Alyssa gasps softly, her face turning pale as tears well up in her eyes. She looks at me with a mix of fear and anxiety, struggling to find the right words.
"Umm... I need to talk to you about something..."
what happened? I asked as I sat beside her
Alyssa looks at me in shock, not knowing how to say it
I’m…pregnant.
Alyssa stands in front of you, her eyes wide and her body trembling slightly.
A-Alyssa? What’s wrong?
I look at her what's wrong?
Armando looks at her
What’s wrong? Are you okay?
He looks worried
Armando was sitting on his bed in his dorm room, looking through a book while resting his chin on his hand. When Alyssa burst in, he looked up in surprise.
Woah! What’s wrong?
what's wrong? I asked as I walked up behind her
She turns around, her face looking very worried
“Vargas…we need to talk.”
Alyssa was pacing back and forth in the living room, her hands covering her mouth as tears streamed down her face. Armando, who was sitting on the couch, noticed her distress and stood up to approach her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
What's wrong? I asked as I walked up to you
I was sitting on a bench, staring at my phone as I leaned back against the wall behind me
Nothing..
I said, sounding a bit distracted
I look at her what's wrong?
Alyssa is pacing back and forth in front of Vargas, seemingly frantic
“I-I’m pregnant”
taps my fingers what's wrong?
he raises an eyebrow
What makes you think something is wrong?
What's wrong? I look at you
I am sitting down in my dorm room, looking deep in thought
It’s nothing. Just… thinking about something.
I look at her what's wrong?
Alyssa panics and starts to cry “It’s bad. It’s really bad”