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It wasn’t until a week after meeting William that Rosalyn realized how dumb she had been. She had a boyfriend waiting for her back at Rockford, which she broke up with upon her arrival back to school. She hadn’t taken her birth control the day they made love. And top it all off, they did not use a condom.
“Great,” Rosalyn huffed under her breath exactly a week and a half after the incident.
As they lay in bed, Travis barged into the bus looking for her. Rosalyn had to rush out the bus before she could give William her number, let alone tell him good-bye. Her heart ached for him. He was all she thought about since the moment she hurried into her car to escape Travis who was chasing after her. She hadn’t talked to either of them since then and she missed them both. Travis, her friend from childhood, was probably still calling her a “whore” but she wonder the most about what William had been doing since then. Was he thinking about her? Was he replaying their love making like she was? She hoped he was and she hoped that he would find her soon.
Rosalyn’s number to her dorm was written on the palm of his hand, it had been for five hours now. After fighting, literally, with Travis, his close friend, and then apologizing to him, he spent his days moping around the various cities, thinking that he had lost her forever. He wasn’t bold enough to ask for her cell phone number from Travis and it didn’t occur to him how easy it could be to simply look it up until Adam Siska pointed it out.
“Just go to the school’s website, call the dorm directory and asked for her number. It’s really that simple Bill.”
He had the number now and just stared at it.
What would she say? How would she react? Did she still feel the same? What about her boyfriend?
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. He left the venue that served as home for the Warped Tour and headed to the quiet sanctity of the bus. He let his body fall on the futon, which only brought the blissful memories back to his head. He wasn’t in his right mind. He didn’t even know what city he was in. He felt utterly empty without Rosalyn’s shy smile and emerald and sapphire eyes shining beside him. Completely empty.
Rosalyn’s roommate, Ashlee, was the first to know about William Beckett. Her reaction was that of a teenager’s.
“Tell me everything,” she nearly yelled. And of course, Rosalyn spilled everything from the t-shirt that she hung on her wall to Travis chasing her to the parking lot, leaving out the birth control and condom part.
And Ashlee was also the first to realize that Rosalyn was depressed and a week later for her period.
“I don’t want to,” Rosalyn grumbled into her pillow while Ashlee and Jeff, the third of the Three Amigos, tried to tell her a pregnancy test was the way to go.
“You have to honey,” Jeff said sternly.
“Yeah, come on, I’ll pay so Linda down at the corner store won’t know it’s for you. All you have to do is actually pee on it Rose.”
Hearing “Rose”, the name William called while they made love, made her weep even harder.
Jeff grabbed her hand and hoisted her off the bed.
“Jeff, you stay here with her and I’ll go get two tests, okay.” Jeff nodded and rocked Rosalyn like a baby until her shaking subsided and Ashlee was back with the tests.
“Now honey, all you have to do is pee on the tip of the tests okay. Do them both at the same time and we have to wait twenty minutes for the results.”
Rosalyn sat on the toilet, not wanting to go through with it. She’d rather stay in denial about everything until William was with her.
He’d make it better, Rosalyn thought as she fought to control the urine for the first test, then the second.
After ten minutes of silence, Ashlee knocked softly on the bathroom door.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
Rosalyn was splashing cold water on her face as she murmured that she was fine. Then, the three friends sat patiently on the counter of the bathroom, staring at the watch on Jeff’s wrist.
“It’s time,” Jeff said while rubbing Rosalyn’s shoulder. She could feel the tears coming again. But she gathered whatever was left of her and walked over to the toilet seat, where the tests lay. The first thing that Ashlee, who was looking over Rosalyn’s shoulder, said was a line from her favorite movie, Juno:
“That little pink plus sign is so unholy.” Jeff continued the Juno quotes.
“That’s one Etch-e-Sketch that can’t be undone home-skillet.”
Rosalyn began to sob, hard and her friends surrounded her immediately.
“It’s going to be okay,” Ashlee whispered. “We’re here for you and you know that. We’ll make a plan Rosalyn, the three of us. I promise.”
Jeff continued.
“Yeah. Ash is right. Even if he doesn’t come back, we’ll be here.”
Rosalyn spent the rest of the day crying and rubbing her stomach as her friends constantly checked in on her.
“Okay, so I know we were suppose to be coming up with a plan for the next four years but we only made it to the next couple hours,” Jeff said seriously as she plopped down on Rosalyn’s bed.
“Yeah and what’s that?” she asked sarcastically.
“Double fudge sundaes with extra cherries, extra nuts, and extra, extra whipped cream,” Ashlee said happily.
While at the local ice cream shop, the three friends were laughing and talking like old times. And out of curiosity, thoughts and conversation turned to the baby in Rosalyn’s stomach.
“I’m sure chocolate is good for it,” Rosalyn said while starting in on her second sundae doused in chocolate. “Besides it doesn’t even have a stomach, barely a heartbeat. I think it will live.”
Ashlee frowned at the way Rosalyn referred to the baby as “it”.
“I know it’s still early but what do you want to name the baby?”
Rosalyn thought for a moment. She really had no idea on whether she wanted a boy or a girl to begin with.
“If it’s a girl, Elena Carmen after Mama and I, and if it’s a boy Patrick William, after Papa and…William.” She paused and took bite from her sundae. “Yeah that sounds good.”
The group had to be escorted by employees out the ice cream shop. It was well after closing time but they did not care the least bit. Once outside, Rosalyn felt her heart skip a beat and she felt the sudden urge to look up toward the sky.
“Hey guys look!”
“Wow,” Jeff gasped, “a shooting star. Make a wish you guys!” And then, in an awkward unison, the three spoke.
“Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.”
Star, please don’t go. I wish…wait no…I wish that William Eugene Beckett will find me and our baby. Thank you star.
Six hundred miles away, William Beckett was finishing “LAX to O’Hare” for the millionth time in front hundreds of screaming fans when he felt his pulse skip a beat. He looked toward the darken sky as he walked to the tour bus, searching for an answer when it came in the form of a shooting star.
Oh star, bring me to my love. Bring me to Rosalyn Carmen Fitzsimmons soon. Thank you star.
“Great,” Rosalyn huffed under her breath exactly a week and a half after the incident.
As they lay in bed, Travis barged into the bus looking for her. Rosalyn had to rush out the bus before she could give William her number, let alone tell him good-bye. Her heart ached for him. He was all she thought about since the moment she hurried into her car to escape Travis who was chasing after her. She hadn’t talked to either of them since then and she missed them both. Travis, her friend from childhood, was probably still calling her a “whore” but she wonder the most about what William had been doing since then. Was he thinking about her? Was he replaying their love making like she was? She hoped he was and she hoped that he would find her soon.
Rosalyn’s number to her dorm was written on the palm of his hand, it had been for five hours now. After fighting, literally, with Travis, his close friend, and then apologizing to him, he spent his days moping around the various cities, thinking that he had lost her forever. He wasn’t bold enough to ask for her cell phone number from Travis and it didn’t occur to him how easy it could be to simply look it up until Adam Siska pointed it out.
“Just go to the school’s website, call the dorm directory and asked for her number. It’s really that simple Bill.”
He had the number now and just stared at it.
What would she say? How would she react? Did she still feel the same? What about her boyfriend?
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. He left the venue that served as home for the Warped Tour and headed to the quiet sanctity of the bus. He let his body fall on the futon, which only brought the blissful memories back to his head. He wasn’t in his right mind. He didn’t even know what city he was in. He felt utterly empty without Rosalyn’s shy smile and emerald and sapphire eyes shining beside him. Completely empty.
Rosalyn’s roommate, Ashlee, was the first to know about William Beckett. Her reaction was that of a teenager’s.
“Tell me everything,” she nearly yelled. And of course, Rosalyn spilled everything from the t-shirt that she hung on her wall to Travis chasing her to the parking lot, leaving out the birth control and condom part.
And Ashlee was also the first to realize that Rosalyn was depressed and a week later for her period.
“I don’t want to,” Rosalyn grumbled into her pillow while Ashlee and Jeff, the third of the Three Amigos, tried to tell her a pregnancy test was the way to go.
“You have to honey,” Jeff said sternly.
“Yeah, come on, I’ll pay so Linda down at the corner store won’t know it’s for you. All you have to do is actually pee on it Rose.”
Hearing “Rose”, the name William called while they made love, made her weep even harder.
Jeff grabbed her hand and hoisted her off the bed.
“Jeff, you stay here with her and I’ll go get two tests, okay.” Jeff nodded and rocked Rosalyn like a baby until her shaking subsided and Ashlee was back with the tests.
“Now honey, all you have to do is pee on the tip of the tests okay. Do them both at the same time and we have to wait twenty minutes for the results.”
Rosalyn sat on the toilet, not wanting to go through with it. She’d rather stay in denial about everything until William was with her.
He’d make it better, Rosalyn thought as she fought to control the urine for the first test, then the second.
After ten minutes of silence, Ashlee knocked softly on the bathroom door.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
Rosalyn was splashing cold water on her face as she murmured that she was fine. Then, the three friends sat patiently on the counter of the bathroom, staring at the watch on Jeff’s wrist.
“It’s time,” Jeff said while rubbing Rosalyn’s shoulder. She could feel the tears coming again. But she gathered whatever was left of her and walked over to the toilet seat, where the tests lay. The first thing that Ashlee, who was looking over Rosalyn’s shoulder, said was a line from her favorite movie, Juno:
“That little pink plus sign is so unholy.” Jeff continued the Juno quotes.
“That’s one Etch-e-Sketch that can’t be undone home-skillet.”
Rosalyn began to sob, hard and her friends surrounded her immediately.
“It’s going to be okay,” Ashlee whispered. “We’re here for you and you know that. We’ll make a plan Rosalyn, the three of us. I promise.”
Jeff continued.
“Yeah. Ash is right. Even if he doesn’t come back, we’ll be here.”
Rosalyn spent the rest of the day crying and rubbing her stomach as her friends constantly checked in on her.
“Okay, so I know we were suppose to be coming up with a plan for the next four years but we only made it to the next couple hours,” Jeff said seriously as she plopped down on Rosalyn’s bed.
“Yeah and what’s that?” she asked sarcastically.
“Double fudge sundaes with extra cherries, extra nuts, and extra, extra whipped cream,” Ashlee said happily.
While at the local ice cream shop, the three friends were laughing and talking like old times. And out of curiosity, thoughts and conversation turned to the baby in Rosalyn’s stomach.
“I’m sure chocolate is good for it,” Rosalyn said while starting in on her second sundae doused in chocolate. “Besides it doesn’t even have a stomach, barely a heartbeat. I think it will live.”
Ashlee frowned at the way Rosalyn referred to the baby as “it”.
“I know it’s still early but what do you want to name the baby?”
Rosalyn thought for a moment. She really had no idea on whether she wanted a boy or a girl to begin with.
“If it’s a girl, Elena Carmen after Mama and I, and if it’s a boy Patrick William, after Papa and…William.” She paused and took bite from her sundae. “Yeah that sounds good.”
The group had to be escorted by employees out the ice cream shop. It was well after closing time but they did not care the least bit. Once outside, Rosalyn felt her heart skip a beat and she felt the sudden urge to look up toward the sky.
“Hey guys look!”
“Wow,” Jeff gasped, “a shooting star. Make a wish you guys!” And then, in an awkward unison, the three spoke.
“Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.”
Star, please don’t go. I wish…wait no…I wish that William Eugene Beckett will find me and our baby. Thank you star.
Six hundred miles away, William Beckett was finishing “LAX to O’Hare” for the millionth time in front hundreds of screaming fans when he felt his pulse skip a beat. He looked toward the darken sky as he walked to the tour bus, searching for an answer when it came in the form of a shooting star.
Oh star, bring me to my love. Bring me to Rosalyn Carmen Fitzsimmons soon. Thank you star.
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