Speed Bump || Darragh & Tai
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Tai was someone accustomed to being at the center of some sort of any party. However, her recent bout of fear caused the petite girl to hide away from the world. Her secret had only been uttered twice, to Bryce and Vanessa. But the internal conflict of needing to spill the words “I’m pregnant” was tearing her apart. There were some people she definitely needed to tell. Mostly, the second most important person involved in this. Miles. She had really messed up, this time. And there wasn’t anything she could do to forget that.
She squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her temples in an attempt to soothe her mind. She was jerked out of her thoughts at the sharp rap on the door to her room. A familiar accent graced her ears, and she felt herself breathe some heat easier. “Dar-bear. How did you know I needed you?” The girl flung the comforter off of her legs, sliding out of bed to reach the door and let Darragh in. “Hey, you.” She knew she sounded tired as hell, her appearance obviously gave that away. Her curls were wilder than usual from her hands running through them and her once pristine manicure had been peeled off. “What have you been up to?” She cocked her hip to one side, glancing up at the boy curiously, a soft smile on her face.
“I heard your telepathic cry for help.” He put his index fingers to the side of his head in mock psychic concentration. “I haven’t been up to much, just aimlessly wandering looking for something to do in this boring place. Why has everyone been so slumped lately?” As he spoke, he moved passed Tai and plopped onto her bed as if it were his own, but after a few seconds he was up again, this time gazing out the window. Darragh had a tendency to grow antsy if there wasn’t enough going on and lately it was like the entire house downed a large helping of Nyquil.
“What’s up with you, though? You seem a bit... disheveled.” He cocked his head inquisitively. He noticed her tired state as soon as she opened the door, but as he looked at her now, it seemed to be more than that. Her hair was unusually limp and something about her face told him it was more than just a bad night’s sleep. “Rough night?” He asked cautiously even though he knew that wasn’t the answer.













