My name is Roseanne Martinez,but most people refer to me as Rose or Rosie. I was in love. Actually I still am. He never loved me back though. He was just another popstar,that likes to crush hearts. I should have seen through his perfect reputation. No one ever threw him hate. Even if he broke their hearts,they just pretended it was their fault. I don’t think I can do that. No,I won’t, I cannot! I will make a mess of his facade,I will make a mockery of him! He will not win this game. He picked the wrong player to knock down,now he WILL pay the price. I just wonder how long he will try to stay on top. I will be on top in the end. Or will I? Read on and find out!
A/N: This is sucky,sorry. I personally think the story is actually better. Please read it,it would mean a lot to me!


29. Heart To Heart

Mikey had gotten them to calm down and not duke it out in the parking lot, thankfully. Although, we dodged one metaphorical bullet, we certainly got shot by the other. They both know now, and if they hated each other before... I can't bear to think of what they think of each other now. Not only that, but now I also have to figure out what to do when I know who the father is.

I sigh and lean against the window of the car, ignoring Mikey as he drives me home. Due to the new "addition" to our small, broken family, and Mikey's return, we both decided that I needed a larger flat. Instead of just getting a nice studio with more space, Mikey decided we move into our parents old house; something I highly disagree with. They loved there, had there best memories there, got their two happy little miracles. Why should I ruin that with all my drama? Even when I explained that Mikey still refused to budge. Now, we live there. And that's final. According to Mikey, and I refuse to cross him.

When he pulls up I get out, leaving my purse in the car and apparently my pride and dignity too, because I end up allowing a few tears to escape along with the sigh I heave.

"Sis, you realize it's not all that bad? They're men. So primal they'll fight over the most trivial thing. This is just another bump on the road of life, not a landmine. I swear it will get better. And I will be here to help the whole time, ok?" Mikey questions quietly, having unlocked the door and led me in as he assured me of this.

I sigh again and nod, wiping the dropping mascara so it won't leak down my face. "I know, and I'm very happy for that. I just... I'm so scared. I'm not ready to be a mom, let alone a single mother with no parents to help me. I don't want this for a baby... They should be with two loving parents, not just a girl that cries herself to sleep still over her break up and can't figure out how to use a toaster oven without burning herself!" My voice cracks so many times I am amazed the sentences all come out.

Mikey looks at me, the twinkle in his eye betraying the fact that he is completely emotionless. He wants to laugh at the fact that I can't use a toaster oven, but he won't, he has a lot of self control. "Rose, listen to me. Whoever's kid it is, they'll be there to help. If they aren't, I will be. Forever and always. Remember, I helped take care of you, too, you know. This baby will be loved so much it will feel smothered and wish we would leave it alone. I swear. Anyway, those boys are both idiots if they let you do this alone. For one thing I can kill them both in over a dozen ways. Secondly, they would lose the most perfect girl in the world, and for that, they should be shamed for all of eternity. Now, do you want some hot chocolate so heavily covered in mini marshmallows and whipped cream there is no cup?" He grins goofily, the same dope he always has been.

I giggle and nod, happier now. My chest feels lighter without the weight of that worry. Plus, Mikey is right, about all that, and hot chocolate may not fix it. It sure is a good start, though.

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