The clasp couldn't take any more abuse. Amber's breasts jiggled forth to sweet freedom.
"Like, oops!" she placed a hand on her mouth in mock shame, before cupping her boobs to hold her bra in place as she strolled over to Derek.
"Wait, what...? The pill?" the boy said, pulling his hand out of his jeans and sitting upright. "But babe, I thought we said we'd try to... you know." he gestured toward her belly; a disappointed look in his eyes.
"Omigod, like, not this again!"
"But, you agreed. You said you wanted to start a fa--"
"I know what I said, okay? I, like, changed my mind."
"Babe..."
"Like, don't 'babe' me. How is this gonna work, exactly? You're gonna be, like, all the way out in New Jersey, partying with your buddy and your brainy college whores, and I'm gonna be here, all fat and bloated, doing what? Like, waiting by the phone?!"
"Amber, we've been over this." the boy got up. "We've been together since middle school. I love you, you know I do." he walked over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. "I'm gonna find a way to make this work, I promise."
"Ugh, I don't wanna talk about it. Way to, like, ruin the mood." she jerked herself away from him, turned off the music, and walked over to her closet, clasping her bra and throwing on an oversized school sweater.
"Babe, come on, I thought we were on the same page, here!"
"I said, like, leave it alone."
"Amber, did something happen?"
"Don't push me, Derek."
"Hey, don't walk away from me!" he grabbed her by the elbow and forced her around to face him.
"Ow!"
"This is some bullshit, you know that? I've always been honest with you. Always! Never lied to you once. But every time something gets you all worked up, you just close up and shut me out. Every single time, like clockwork. And now here we are, trying to plan our future-- a future I thought you wanted to be a part of--"
"I CAN'T HAVE KIDS, OKAY?!" she shot back.
"What..."
"My mom took me to the doctor... My tubes are all, like, messed up and junk. There. Like, happy? So, what now? Gonna take me back to the store and exchange me for, like, a model with a working oven?" Amber said; her eyes welling up.
"Aww, babe..." he hugged her tight. "I'm sorry-- I'm so sorry. Don't worry, I'm never letting you go. We're gonna get through this together." he kissed her. "But wait... If you can't-- you know-- then why are you on contraceptives?"
"Um... Priscilla told me they, like, make your boobs bigger, and I know how much you love boobs, babe." she blushed.
"I don't deserve you." Derek smiled.
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Mikey's bedroom.
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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXd2zL1s1b8"Nooo!" the little boy yelled at his television, having lost a boss battle against Ironclaw - one of Emperor Krok's henchmen - for the seventh time in a row.
"Ugh! I have all the plathma upgradeth! How do you take down hith thtupid thield?!" he tossed his NES controller aside, grabbed his toy blaster and jumped off his bed.
"I need thome lemonade."
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