Status: I wrote this ages ago..it's shit.

Age Is Just a Number

37

~Ben's point of view~
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
i'm going to be a father....
oh my god...
i looked over at Olive.
she looks confused
"Olive?" i asked
"yeah?"
"are you ok?"
"yeah."
i could tell she was lying..
why was she lying to me..
whats wrong with her?
"Olive, whats wrong?"
"what about our jobs?, what about touring?, what are the others going to say? how are we going to raise a child?"
"we will figure something out, it dosen't matter what the others say as long as we are ok with it, there is nothing to worry about."
she sighed
"ok"