They’re seven months old. I guess you could say seven months young. I like to think that way. I mean, I’m only in eleventh grade. They’re wonderful of course. Quade and Noah. A perfect little family? Not exactly. They think I don’t see their mindless stares. Looking at me as if it’s my fault. Like I asked for this to happen. Like I asked to get pregnant. As if I thought I could be a mom. I can tell you honestly I didn’t. I’m a kid. Still learning for myself. So why are they here? Why do I have two beautiful little boys, with sun-kissed skin and eyes that glow? Why do they look the least bit like me? Because the last thing I could ask for, happened.

                I was only trying to make a coffee run. We had been at  the movies. My boyfriend, Jude, his brother, Jaeden and I.  The coffee shop in our little old town didn’t have a drive-thru (we were lucky we had a highway,) so I ran in. they parked the silver accord in a parking lot a plaza over, but I insisted I walk alone. Jaeden smoked. Not exclusively, but in his car. I couldn’t stand the smell. I had never seen Jude smoke, but apparently he was fine with burning his lungs, I wasn’t. Taking a breath of fresh air was something I needed. Alone. Walking up the cement steps to the door I saw someone familiar leaving. Owen Bennett Greene. My ex of two+ years. And he saw me too.