Carol's car

[carol]

<sub><sup>2003 gold Ford Taurus
"Cecil The Granny Mobile"

Carol parks in the verryyyyy back of the student parking lot, as she doesn't want to hit anyone. She's not the best driver, so she never wanted to park crooked and accidentally hit someone getting out.</sup></sub>

[carol]

Carol rested her head on the rested her head on the steering wheel. It was after school, and she'd been up all night with Avery the night before talking about this whole pregnancy thing, and now she was taking a break from work in good ol' Cecile.
There were only a few kids there so she left them with Thalia and the other girls for a few minutes to go meet Wyatt. He texted her saying it was important. She wasn't really sure what it could be about, and she was trying to go through scenarios. She knew he wasn't going to break up with her. She wasn't sure of many things, but she knew Wyatt loved her. He wouldn't have changed if he didn't. Yeah, he'd slipped up a few times since they'd been together, but she just...she knew his feelings were true. It hurt to know that he'd been with other people after have met her, but she had to push it out of her mind and know that nothing could change how much he loves her.

She felt herself drift off as her phone connected to her stereo played some sad Rascal Flats song. She was thinking about how they never seemed to write any happy songs. Not that she didn't enjoy listening to them when someone died or when going through a breakup, but still. She wondered if those guys were just like...really depressed or something.
She was practically snoring when she felt the car door slam. Her blue eyes popped open and she saw Wyatt sitting next to her and she instantly smiled.
"Well there's a sight for sore eyes," she leaned over to kiss him on the lips. "What's so important that you had to take me away from cranky babies who won't stop pooping on me?" One kid seemed to have explosive shits, and Carol always ended up being the one to change him. Needless to say, her scrubs were kept in a garbage bag until she can make it to the wash room on Saturdays. So it was really nice to be out of there for a few minutes. Someone else can get shit on for a change.

[Wyatt Parks]

Even at this point, Wyatt wasn't sure he wanted to tell her this, but it was eating at him, and he figured she had a right to know. Even if it would make her cry, or whatever. He still felt bad about doing it, and maybe telling her would help him get over it. When he walked up to her car he almost considered leaving her there letting her get some sleep, and then not even telling her. He had sent the text saying it was important, and he couldn't take the words back.

Shit how do I say this?

He hadn't thought about how he was going to say it, he only knew that he was going to tell her what he did over the summer. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back out of his eyes.

"It..." he hesitated. "You have to promise you won't cry... Because I hate seeing you cry, I reall do, I mean.." he sighed, "I love you, you know that... that's why I even think this is relevent to our future relationship, and it's not like I cheated on you or anything, but I think you should know because like..." And he was rambling, beating around the bush, because he knew she was going to cry, and he didn't want that.

"Remember how we broke up over the summer..." He was trying not to ramble on about this but it wasn't working, "Ok well... I.... " Still hesitating he let his voice trail off, and took a deep breath, "I slept with otherperopl while we were broken up, and I swear this wouldn't even be relevent if I didn't feel like I was hiding something from you every time I talked to you, because of a stupid things i did and I swear you were on my mind the whole time, I just didn't think that you wanted me back but I was stupid and I am still stupid and I really.... I'm not telling you because I like want to be mean and let you know it's because I feel bad for not telling you..." He paused, "Please don't cry," he added, looking up at her for a reaction.

[carol]

Carol just stared at him. He'd slept with other people and hadn't told her? That was months ago — way back in March or April! He had kept this a secret for that long? What if he had something from some slut like Carolyn when he slept with her last year?

"'Please don't cry?'" She repeated him, tears already forming. "Wyatt, of course I'm going to cry when I find out that the love of my life was inside of another bitch seven months ago! How could you do this to me? I mean, shit. You fucked Carolyn, I don't want to think about what kind of girl you hooked up with."
She wiped her eyes and picked up her phone to text Thalia that she wouldn't be coming back to work. "Did you at least use a condom?" The question was basically irrelevant. Wyatt almost never used condoms because when he got that intense with someone, his brain stopped functioning properly.

She was probably going to have to get tested again. Lovely. Because that was such fun the first time. Of course she wasn't going to leave him — she loved him too much. It just hurt knowing that even though he said he thought of her, she still didn't seem important enough to him at the time to not have sex with other girls.

[Wyatt Parks]

"I..." He sighed." I feel like I don't deserve you every time I make you cry," He admitted. "Maybe there's some truth behind that, because I'm so stupid, and I don't even know what I was thinking, I love you and..." He let his voice trail off. He was pretty sure she would have been better off with someone like Cooper even if he was super creepy, but he couldnt let her be with him. She ment to much to him.

"I didn't know..." He sighed, he wasn't helping himself. "I didn't know she was.. Ok never mind." His logic said that if he had something he would have known seven months later, but he didn't say that, instead of answering the question abut using a condom, because he didn't, he ignored it. Not the best choice, but she probably knew the answer. He didn't use them with her, because she couldn't get pregnant, so it wasn't like he had a huge stash of them that he carried around all the time. He did at one point have a bunch of them, but that was a long time ago.

"I'm sorry, and I ust.. I had to tell you, I didn't want to hurt you, but I think it would be worse if you found out from someone else, but..." He looked over at her, "I hate it when you cry, over me." He had ment what he said about not being good enough for her. He ran his hand through his hair, "I'm sorry," He said. "I know that's probably not even enuough to make up for this, but I..." He sighed again. "I love you Carol, I really do..." He sat back, looking up at the roof of the car. "Please on't cry." He repeated in a low voice.