After I had confessed Sebastian's secret to Micah, Cody had walked in with two boxes of pizza. He had a small smirk on his face, a daunting look in his eyes as he looked at me. It made me wonder if he had heard the last part of our conversation. I've never disliked someone so much until now.

When our stomachs were full of pizza and there was half a box left, we all decided to call it a day. The longer we stayed, the higher chance of snow locking us in. Nobody wants to drive on frozen roads. There wouldn't have been enough time to get all the roads covered in salt. With that being said, I had offered Micah to stay over at my house. Unfortunately she would have to endure the presence of Shelly.

That's the exact reason we're held up in my room, snacks and blankets being our best friend. The TV is playing Christmas movies, marathons on all the cutesy channels like Hallmark and Freeform. The small space heater in my room is notched up to provide extra warmth since my dad had decided that turning out the house heater would overheat us all which I agree with.

"I can't believe Sebastian made you his scapegoat," Micah says as she takes a bite out of a mini, powdered donut. "How could he do that to you?"

I giggle lightly at the sight of Micah with powdered sugar covering her lips. "He was just confused. I get it...I mean you find something out about yourself, sometimes you don't know how to handle it."

Micah scoffs, shoving another donut into her mouth. She shakes her head, swallowing with a grimace on her face. "Jesus Christ. I feel like I just swallowed a rock. That was too thick."

I shove Micah lightly, laughing at her face. Her eyes are narrowed and her lips are curled in disgust. She slaps her chest, repeatedly clearing her throat. Handing her a water bottle, I watch as she opens the cap harshly and begins guzzling the liquid down.

"Anyways," she coughs, recapping the bottle and setting it down. "I mean, I definitely get being confused, but to you use like that? Emie, that's really shitty. Damn, that's why you had been so mopey."

With my lips pressed into a thin line, I nod my head slowly. She hit the nail on the head. But that's the thing about Micah, she can be really observant when it really matters.

"I can't fault him, I don't want to," I mumbled, an awkward smile on my face. "Sebastian has only known me, just as I've only known him."

Micah tilts her head to the side, her face blank. "Listen, Emie, you can't let him do that-"

"We broke up, if you've forgotten. There is no more Sebastian and Emie. I don't think we could get back together, even if Sebastian said he's in love with me." I shake my head, tears welling in my eyes. I'm so tired of crying, I feel like it's all I've been doing lately.

"Wait, what!" Micah grabs my arm, squeezing as she spazzes out on the bed. The hold bed shakes as she fake convulses. She stopped suddenly and uses her grip on my arm to pull herself up. "Sebastian says he's in love with you? Oh shit."

I roll my eyes at how dramatic she's being. Not only that, but the covers are now wrinkled and messy looking. "Micah, Sebastian is gay, remember? He can't be in love with me."

Micah slaps my face. Not hard, but a slap nonetheless. My cheek tingles from the contact with her hand and I can't help but blink in disbelief.

"Emerson, I can't," Micah shakes her head, huffing and puffing, mumbling under her breath, She looks at me, an angry frown on her face. "You said it yourself, Sebastian is confused."

"Right, so he's confusing love with loneliness." I mumbled, rubbing my cheek. "Why did you hit me? My cheek is tingling."

"I need to slap the ignorance out of you." Micah says, shrugging. She eats another donut and shifts her body so she's laying on her side instead of sitting up.

I pen my mouth to speak but my door flies open to reveal Shelly. Her shirt is shoved up to red just under her breasts, her belly on show. Stretchmarks have formed on her skin, creating tiger like scratches. She steps into my room, a large smile on her face. Shelly says nothing as she waddles over to the bed and plops down.

"Emie and Emie's friend, my stomach," she grabs my hand and places it on her belly. The surface is hard, not normal and soft like non pregnant stomachs. "Do you feel that?"

I raise an eyebrow and glance at Micah. All I feel is a warm, hard stomach, nothing else. I assume the baby has started moving and she wants us to feel. Shelly is now six months pregnant and last month she had found out the sex. It didn't take long for her to set up roots here. After switching her address and checking to make sure the local doctors office took her insurance, everything was settled and she was good to go. She's been with us for almost a whole month now and while she's extremely needy and dependent, she hasn't been as bad as I thought.

My thoughts are interrupted by a soft push against my hand. My head snaps down to Shelley's stomach as if happens again. I've never felt a pregnant stomach until now which means I've never felt a baby kick before. It's kind of amazing, honestly.

"Right?" Shelly laughs after seeing the wonder on my face. "Emie's face, take a feel."

"Her name is Micah, Shelly."

"Okay, Micah, take a feel." Shelly reaches for Micah and places her hand on her stomach. "I've decided to name him George."

"Wow. This is pretty cool, almost makes me want kids." Micah teases before taking her hand off of Shelly's stomach.

"Oh, don't do it. You stay the pretty little lesbian you are." Shelly groans as she struggles to lift herself into a sitting position. "Guys suck anyways. They'll leave you as soon as you get a bun in the oven."

"Shelly!" I shriek, shooting Micah an apologetic look. "Why would you say that. Micah isn't a lesbian."

Shelly rolls her eyes. "Nothing wrong with it. I mean, who knows your body better? A nice, mature female who has the same anatomy, or a piece of trash dude who only cares about his pleasure? Woman wins."

I shudder in embarrassment. Shelly never ceases to annoy me, and I'm just happy she's not homophobic and didn't say something horrible. Though I wish she wouldn't insert herself into situations that have nothing to do with her.

"She's actually right, Emie." Micah shrugs and I narrow my eyes at her for not backing me up. "At least in our town, you just won't find a nice guy who can hold you up. Let's be honest, do you really believe a lot of these kids are gonna stay as high school sweethearts?"

"Yep," Shelly manages to lips herself off of the bed. "Now, I'm leaving because I have serious heartburn."

Shelly leaves and I fall back on my bed, hitting my head on the wall. A groan leaves me as I lift a hand to rub at the back of my head. Micah laughs as she lays down next to me. We're both silent as we stare up at the ceiling, staring at the ridges that create flowers. I start to think about what Micah said earlier about Sebastian. Could Sebastian actually be in love with me, could our relationship last?

I turn my head to look over at Micah. "Sebastian said he's gay, how can he be in love with me?"

Micah shifts her whole body to look at me. She has a small smile on her face. "There have been completely straight guys who have fallen in love with gay men. There have been lesbiana who have fallen in love with men. Sexuality doesn't have rules just like love doesn't. Sebastian is confused, like you said, so it's possible that these unexpected feeling for Cody could lead him to believe he's gay. Then losing you...well, he just doesn't know what's happening."

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Micah was knocked out next to me, her mouth open and her arm hanging off the edge. She sucks in a breath before mumbling something incoherent. We had turned the heater off a couple of hours ago, before it had gotten too hot, but now it's freezing in my room. I step out of bed, happy there's carpet to cover my floor instead of hardwood. My arms cross to hug my body, rubbing the goosebump prone skin. I grab my phone and step out of my room. The house is still cold, but I know each room is warm from the individual space heaters. The stairs creep as I walk down them. My feet freeze and I mentally slap myself for not grabbing my house shoes. Shaking my head, I make my way to the kitchen and sit down. My eyes trail to the lit up screen of my phone, watching blankly. Then I spring into action.

The dial tone drones after clicking on the contact name. The clock says it's three in the morning. Outside looks terrible, the windows have a mist on them and they're too foggy to see out, but I can just make out the falling of snow. Tomorrow the roads will be closed so people will be out of work. The phone then clicks and I hear breathing on the other end.

"Hello?" The person clears their throat, their voice groggy and tired.

"Sebastian?" I speak into the receiver. "Can we talk?"

There's shuffling on the line and I can just make out the sound of the bed squeaking. I wait patiently, leaning my head into my hand. It's dark, but the small, overhead light above the stove is good enough to light the whole kitchen.

"Yeah," Sebastian says breathlessly, finally answering. "Yeah, of course. Anything for you Emie."

There's a small smile on his face, happy to hear his voice. "Um, tomorrow? Wait, the roads will be closed-"

"I'll find a way. Emie, I'm going to come to you, okay?" Sebastian forces out, interrupting me. "Let me see you. I need to see you."

"Okay," I whisper. "We'll talk tomorrow."

Sebastian sighs into the phone. "Okay, Emie. I love you," he says before hanging up.

I love you too.

*Oh man. Sebastian and Emie are going to talk. How about that! This does not mean that you can forget Cody, he's going to be important coming up, okay? Gosh, I can't believe this is chapter twenty-nine, thank you guys for sticking with me through out this journey. Pretty soon, all loose ends will be tied up and the story will be ending. Please, comment, tell me how you feel and vote. Thanks so much for reading.*