Oops!

Jake and I made a pact that I would only call him if I was in labor. Other wise if I needed to talk to him it would be through text. Thank goodness for technology! How did the older generation do it? Hope to go into labor late at night or early in the morning when their husband was home? Any ways, I was chatting with grandma at the Creamery when I noticed a missed call from Jake. So what do I do? Totally forget about our pact and call him. He answered in a very concerned tone asking me about contractions and what not, which I thought was odd until I remembered......!!! CRAP! He had quickly packed his stuff and darted out of class, thinking I was in labor. He was too embarrassed to go back into class which I probably would be too. "Sorry guys for the big fuss....false alarm". I probably would've have made it super dramatic too.

So he left to do homework.

Sorry husband who is on edge with this whole "we don't know when she is going to come" thing!

Oops!

Text to Jake (supposedly): I love you!!!

It took a while for him to reply back which isn't normal.

Text from Megan: I love you too? Haha

Oops!

Dah!

I'm sure this has happened to many of you before. And you feel like such a retard afterwords. Or at least I did.

So I am driving home from Pleasant Grove. I hop on the freeway and head south. As I am driving, I notice a car that got on the freeway the same time as me. Every time I switch a lane, they follow. I exit. So do they. I get in the left hand lane. They do too. By now I'm thinking "what the heck!" I take the weirdest way home possible. Still behind me. Now I'm nervous. "Why are these people following me?" And of course my mind starts playing all these tricks on me, making me think that as soon as I get out the car they will drive by and snatch me up or something crazy like that. Beginning to get super paranoid, I take sharp corners and speed up to try and lose them. I pull into the driveway, and they do too....next door.

Yep those where my neighbors.

They gave me a weird look as I quickly walked inside trying to hide my embarrassment. All I know is that if they drive that way home all the time, it's the weirdest route I have ever seen.

Crush

I feel like I am in Jr. High all over again by saying this.....but I have developed a crush. On a boy.

The end.