Twenty

Agatha was busy cleaning the glass figurines when Arieon walked into the living room. "Do you know where the Advil is?", She asked. Agatha shook her head, "Why do you need them?". "I have a killer headache and I've been puking my guts out all morning", Arieon groaned and went to lay on the couch.

"What if it's what I think it is?", Agatha said as she stopped what she was doing and sat across her. Arieon sat up straight and turned to face her, "Do you think it's a fever?".

With the face Agatha gave her, Arieon knew she wasn't talking about a fever. She knew that look from anywhere. That was the look Addison gave Alison when she slept with Dylan without protection.

"No, it's not possible", Arieon told her. Agatha raised a brow, "You guys have made love like three times without protection". "I wouldn't call it that but anyways, I'm not pregnant", Arieon denied. She couldn't be pregnant, could she?

She let out a laugh, "I'm not pregnant. I'm too young to be carrying a child". Agatha nodd