Dani’s One Shot.

“Dani!” The cashier calls out. I look around the place to make sure that no other girl was named Dani and I was the only one.

“Dani!” The cashier calls out again and this time I make my way to the cashier and grab my Cookies ‘n’ Creme Frappuccino.

Sally was the one who suggested that I lose my Cookies ‘n’ Creme Frappuccino virginity. She assured me that I would definitely love it.

Without any hesitation, I take a sip of the drink and I can proudly say I lost my Cookies ‘n’ Creme Frappuccino virginity. God, this drink is heavenly. There’s no other way to describe it.

With a smile on my face, I make my way out of Starbucks and down the Main Street. My phone vibrates and a jolt of happiness runs through me, hoping that the message is from Devon.

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arcticdani: can I have a one shot with Devon? my name is Danielle (Dani). thanks! xx(: 

Aw yeah sure.

Danni’s One Shot Part 2 

I pace back and forth the apartment and my heart is beating more than its regular beat. It is as if I can feel my heart about to explode any minute now.

"Calm down Danni, I am sure our parents will take this maturely and not lunge to our throats," Devon says, walking back behind me and pulling me into a reassuring hug.

"That’s the thing Devon, they won’t take this lightly and they will rip more than my throat," I reply back, clinging onto his dear shoulders for life.

"If it doesn’t work out well, I know exactly what we can do,"

"What may that be?" I ask with my eyebrows raised quizzically.

"It’s not the option I would pick but it’s the least we could do and that’s move away and start new."

Devon looks into my eyes and searches for an answer. It was a rather big step of an idea but that may be our only option to help us out.

"Hopefully that’s not the option," I mumble, fiddling around with my hand.

Devon cups my chin into his hands. “Don’t think negatively,”
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“Come on then, let’s go see our parents,” I say as I pull away from Devon and grab my bag, shoving my purse and phone inside.

I walk out of the house and to the driveway, slowly making my way to the passenger side and waiting for Devon to come out and unlock the car.

Seconds later, he walks out and locks the door before turning his attention to this car and unlocking it. I pull the car door open and slide in, shutting the door after.

Devon hops into the car and starts it up. The car’s engine roars to life and we’re off. I reach out to turn the radio on and change the stations until a well-known yet overplayed song comes on.

I try my best to resist to sing along but just as the chorus plays, my mouth involuntary opens and sings out the chorus.

"Hey, I just met you and this is crazy but here’s my number, so call me maybe. It’s hard to look right, at you baby, but here’s my number, so call me maybe."

This time, Devon sings along with me in his high pitched voice.

"Hey, I just met you and this is crazy but here’s my number, so call me maybe. And all the other boys, try to chase me, but here’s my number, so call me maybe."

The chorus ends and the song transfer to another verse. Devon and I look at each other and burst out into fits of laughter. I don’t think I’ve laughed so much in my entire existence.

"We should definitely sign up for American Idol and we’d win for sure," Devon says in between chuckles.

"Yeah you’re right, with your horrible singing I am sure we would totally make it to the final rounds," I reply with a glint of humour.

Devon fakes a gasp and his mouth forms a shape of an ‘O’. “I am rather offended.”

"Aw, you’re such a big baby," I coo, ruffling his hair.

Devon shakes his head and turns his smile into a serious face. “Okay, we’re here.”

He parks the car and the door of my parent’s house opens up and both our parents jump out with a big grin. It is as if we haven’t seen them for months but in reality, we saw them a couple of days ago.

Tonight is just a special night. My parents have invited us altogether to have dinner at their place. That’s the time Devon and I decided it’d be good to break the news.

"We shall be fine," Devon says as he squeezes my hand.

"I believe you," I choke out, pulling on the handle and opening up the door. I shut the door before walking to our parents and hugging them.

"Come in, come in, dinner is already ready on the table. You two just came in time," mum says as she sweeps us inside.

Devon’s right by my side and he seems calm and collected. He’s lucky and should be thankful he doesn’t have to carry a baby in his stomach for nine months.

The strong smell of pork fills my nostril and as if on cue, my stomach growls. I quickly take a seat at the left end of the table and Devon sits on the right end of the table, leaving our parents to sit next to each other on both sides of the table.

"Dig in and eat up," dad announces and everyone thrusts for the meat and vegetables.

While everyone digs in for the meat, I pick out the pork crackles and begin to munch on them, the crunching sound blasts in my ears.

"Has anything interesting happened in the past couple of days?" Devon’s father asks, starting up a conversation.

I quickly grab my glass of water and gulp it down, eyeing Devon. He nods his head for confirmation, to talk about the pregnancy test.

"Danni and I have something to tell you guys," Devon says, placing his fork and knife down onto his plate.

Mum and dad eye me from the corner of their eyes and a worried look replaces their smile.

Just say those two words. Just get it out.

"I’m pregnant," I blurt out quickly, probably too quick that they didn’t understand a word.

I watch as each of our parent’s mouths form into a shape of an ‘O’ and I knew from then that they’re certainly not pleased.

"Is it true?" Devon’s father asks, looking at Devon for confirmation.

"Yes dad, it’s true," Devon heaves a sigh and hunches his back.

I feel the tears prick in my eyes and suddenly things become blurry. “I’m sorry,”

"Oh dear, you have nothing to be sorry about," mum coos, getting out of her chair and embracing me into a hug.

I hide my face in embarrassment. I’ve never cried in front of my parents nor Devon’s parents.

"Danni, we completely understand the state you’re in and both you and Devon are old enough to make your own choices and live with the consequences," Devon’s mother speaks up. "We are not mad because we know that you’d both handle this perfectly."

"We’re all in this to help out," Devon and my father both say in unison, causing me to giggle.

"Wait, so you’re not angry and aren’t going to give us a lecture?" Devon says, his eyebrows raised quizzically.

"You’re old enough to make your own choices and I know that you didn’t want it at rather this age but it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re not in your teenaged years," this time it was mum’s turn to reassure the two of us.

I feel as though everything has been lifted off my shoulders. I don’t feel the heavy weight anymore.

"Plus, you’d both make amazing parents," dad concludes before getting back to his meal.

I look up to Devon and a smile quickly appears on his face.

"I love you," he mouths.

"I love you too," I mouth back.

Cat’s One Shot Part Two

“Rise and shine, sunshine,” Devon’s voice echoes in the room, causing me to groan.

I sit up and flutter my eyes open before it lands on Devon who is sitting by the corner on a wooden chair.

“Good morning,” I groan, rubbing my eyes and yawning.

I pull my phone out underneath from my pillow and check the time. 6:00 am. Is he serious?

“It’s 6! I should still be asleep!” I whisper-yell, slamming myself back onto my bed.

Devon chuckles. “You have a lot to learn today and it’s better to get it done early in the morning.”

Feeling annoyed, I kick off my blanket and jump out of bed and make the bed before turning to face Devon with my eyebrows raised quizzically.

“Do I get clothes?” I ask while crossing my fingers.

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Danni’s One Shot

“What’s wrong with you?” Jenny asks, her face falls into a worried frown.

How am I going to explain to my best friend that I am positive that I am pregnant, as it says on the pregnancy test.

What would Devon think? Would he leave me because we’re only 18 years old? I never wanted to be pregnant until I was in my mid twenties.

I have to go to university and I cannot take care of a baby and my parents nor Devon’s parents would want to take care of a baby, I doubt.

“I, um, I am pregnant,” I choke out, flinching as I mention the word ‘pregnant’.

Jenny quickly pulls me into a soothing hug and begins to reassure me as my eyes fill up with tears and stream down my face.

“What if Devon doesn’t want me anymore because of this growing child in my stomach,” I cry out, burying my head into Jenny’s shoulder.

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Cat’s One Shot.

I was just about to fall deep into slumber when my door bursts open, causing the hinges to break and the door falling to the ground.

I jolt my body forward and heave heavily. Shock buzzes through my body when two strangers dressed in complete black appear in front of me with a gun held tightly in their hand.

“Are you Cat Mitchell?” One of the stranger asks, his deep voice booms.

I open my mouth up to reply but my throat dries and nothing manages to come out.

“I said are you Cat Mitchell?” he asks again, stepping forth and thrusting his hand forward.

This time when I open up my mouth, I manage to blurt out a simple ‘yes’ before shutting it quickly.

“Where are your parents?” the other one asks, over powering the one on his left.

Gulping, I manage to hide my fear and answer them back with ease. “I don’t know,”

That was a complete and utter lie. I knew where my parents were. They are out at a friend’s party and I stayed home because I couldn’t be bothered spending time partying. Now I regret not tagging along with them.

The guy on his left sighs and comes closer to me, more than I would like him to. “Look, we need your parents or you can say goodbye,”

Anger boils up inside of me. “I told you, I don’t know where my parents are!” I yell, throwing my hands in the air and slamming it down onto the bed post.

What happens next comes as a surprise. Everything happened in a flash and the last thing I felt is the sting on my face and the bloody trickling down.

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