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[Coco]’s comments from the The Pact group.

Hello, lovelies! I just wanted to know if people think I should delete this group. It hasn't been active for awhile, but if you guys want to try to make it active again just let me know.

Ahh, but it wasn't your group to remake.

I'm finally back. :/ Unfortunately. No, don't remake it. It's best when groups just die out or whatever. This wasn't the best group to begin with.

♕ i n f i n i t y ♕ wrote: "She deleted her account apparently."

Taylor made a new account but apparently she didn't want to rejoin this group.

Approved

All approved.

Mia was initially unsure if she heard James right. He couldn't possibly be in it because of his parents, no one would be that horrible. "Your parents forced you to?" she repeated, shaking her head in disbelief. "Why?" What kind of parents would force their own child to have children? That was completely disgusting and wrong. "You've gotten girls pregnant, then," she assumed, trying her best to remain calm after learning this information. If he was in the pact then he must have. Mia leaned back against the headboard, just staring at James. She was finding it really hard to believe him right now.

Mia felt as if she had to explain the lack of a parental guardian as she walked up the stairs. "My mom isn't home very much. She works a lot." She paused when they arrived in front of her bedroom door, turning back to look at James. "Stay out here for a minute, I'm going to change into something dry," she said, going through the doorway and closing the door behind herself. Mia quickly changed into a lightweight dress and tried to comb through her tangled hair then opened the door back up for James to come in. She set her iced tea on the bedside table and sat down on the bed, crossing her legs. "So tell me.... Why are you in the pact?"

"Okay, then." Mia had figured as much because they just got back from the cafe, but she wanted to be polite. His next words suprised her despite knowing that admiring the house was a typical thing to do when visiting someone for the first time. "Thank you," she said, accepting the compliment even though it was only partially true. The house wasn't in a bad condition, of course, but it wasn't as nice as it could be. Mia's mother was a single parent, though, and there were only so many jobs she could have to pay the bills. "Where do you want to talk? Upstairs?" Mia asked, stopping at the base of the stairs, her hand already on the railing.

Mia turned to look back at him after she opened the door, trying to ignore the fact that he was standing so far away from her. He probably wasn't comfortable being around her yet, not as if she blamed him for that or anything. Quite a few people acted this way around her now. "We have air conditioning," she said when she saw how happy he was to be out of the hot car even though the air wasn't any better outside. She stepped through the door and flicked the lights on, slipping her shoes off on the rug. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?" she asked James, trying to act the part of a good host.

Mia looked out the window as they neared her house. The car ride here had been kind of awkward. She hadn't really known what to say to kill the quietness so they had only exchanged a few words and then sat in silence the rest of the way. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door when he pulled into her driveway, carefully getting out of the car as she still clung on to her drink. The garage was closed so after shutting the car door she walked up to the front entrance and tried the handle. Locked. She dug through her pocket for her key, relieved when her hand finally landed on the metal. Mia took it from her pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open.

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((Do you want to skip to when they get to her house? It's called Lakes' Residence, I think. I haven't added pics yet, though.))

Mia watched him finish up his hot chocolate and she had to resist the urge to sigh. How could a guy as sweet as him be involved in such a horrible thing? What teenager would even want kids in the first place? She tapped the side of the cup uneasily, standing up to stretch her legs before she had to sit in his car again. "I'll take it with me," she said, waiting for him to get up so they could leave. Maybe she should have told him that she would just see him around. She needed to sort through her feelings, but who knew if she would have seen him again if they went their separate ways now? She would just have to hope that his reason for being in the pact wasn't bad.

Mia didn't say anything at first, afraid that her disappointment would show in her voice. He had probably gotten other girls pregnant, then. The last thing she wanted in her life right now was more drama from being involved with a guy who was careless enough to do something like that. She shouldn't be talking, of course, because she was pregnant, but there was a fine line between an accidental pregnancy and a planned one. "Come to my house and you can explain yourself there," she suggested, finally finding her voice. Inviting him over probably wasn't the best idea but her mother wouldn't be home and the house was recently cleaned, so why not?

"It's not your fault that you were tired," Finn insisted, a bit sick of arguing with her about apologies by now. He needed to just let this drop and move as far away from this topic as possible, but that wasn't going to be an easy thing for him to do. She shouldn't have to apologize for sleeping, for God's sake. The need for sleep wasn't one that the average human body could control very well, so he blamed Josie for nothing. Was how she was acting a side effect of being pregnant? It sure seemed like it. "Six weeks already?" Finn asked, his eyes wandering towards the ceiling to avoid awkward eye contact. By the way she was acting when he first saw her at the cafe he would have assumed that she had just recently found out. Maybe she had, though. She didn't seem like she wanted to tell him all the details and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. The situation wouldn't improve at all if she told Finn, but maybe it would take some of the weight off her shoulders. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Mia rolled her eyes at his words and facial expression. He was such a goof. In a good way of course. She hadn't ever met a guy with this type of personality before so it took some getting used to, but she was finally feeling comfortable around him. "Good to know. Now I can use it to my advantage," she said, her eyes shining as she smiled. He had captured her attention from the second that she met him but he didn't need to know that quite yet. There was a question gnawing at her, though, one that was personal. One that she didn't really want to know the answer to yet at the same time she needed to know. "Are you in the pact?"

Mia took a drink of her iced tea when he didn't say anything. His smile, though, was quite a sight. It lit up all his facial features and made the whole room seem a bit more cheerful to be in. It was strange how this man that she recently met could make her feel so happy in such a short amount of time. "Well, I told you that I like guys who keep eye contact and ever since then you haven't looked away from me. Maybe it wouldn't exactly be considered impressing me, but it definitely shows that you want my attention," she teased him, setting the cup back down on the table but keeping her eyes on his.

"It's nothing special... just a few birds flying," she told him. "I would show you but it's on my back and I'm pretty sure that shirts are required in here," Mia said with a smile. He seemed suprised by this for some reason. Yeah, she didn't really seem like the artist type but everyone had a hidden talent, right? And it was more of an occasional hobby now. She didn't often have the patience to sit down and just draw, she always needed to be busy doing something that challenged her both mentally and physically- sports. Although soon she wouldn't be able to do that any more. "So you're trying to impress me, then?" she asked innocently, looking back at him.

Mia thought for a few seconds. What else could he possibly want to know about her? "I like to draw. I drew the design of my tattoo, actually." She paused for a moment, trying to think of something else to tell him. "Oh, and I like guys who make eye contact," she threw in just to get his attention. He kept looking out the window for some reason which made her think that he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Not that it was a problem if he wasn't interested in here, but then why did he want to come here to finish their conversation? Maybe he was just messing with her or he felt bad for her, which would suck because she was actually starting to like him.

Mia took a long sip of her iced tea. It tasted oddly bland today for a reason that she couldn't determine. Maybe her stress had something to do with it. She had a lot on her mind lately and could never really find a sufficient way to get rid of all the worry. "No, it was a nice gesture. I guess I'm just not used to people doing that for me." She set the cup down in front of herself, opting to look at it instead of James. She was feeling strangely self-conscious right now and making eye contact was the last thing that she wanted to do. "I'm sorry if I seemed rude or anything. I just.... I don't know. My life has been crazy lately." She sighed, wrapping her hands around the cup.