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Pen and Mikey adjusted their position so that Pen was on top of Mikey in their passionate kissing. She slid her hands up under his shirt and caressed his bare skin, eliciting a slight moan. He pulled away.
“We--we shouldn’t, Pen. We can’t. Bob is--”
“--Not here right now,” Pen finished, reattaching her mouth to his. She got Mikey’s shirt off and threw it to the floor, planting her hands firmly on his chest.
Just as things were heating up, the couple heard a key turning in a lock, and, in a flash, Pen had mounted the stairs and was tearing up into her room. She slammed the door just as Bob and the rest of the party that had been left behind at the restaurant entered the house. Mikey found his shirt on the floor and wadded it up into a ball, shoving it beneath his head and closing his eyes to make it seem as though he’d been sleeping. Just in time.
“Hey, Mikes. You sleeping?” Gerard shook his little brother’s shoulder, and Mikey cracked one eye open upon hearing his older brother’s voice. He grabbed the older man by the shirt and pulled him close.
“I need to talk to you.” Mikey whispered, just loudly enough for Gerard to hear and no one else in the room.
“Sure Mikes. What’s wrong?”
“Not now. Later.”
Gerard looked quizzically at his little brother for a moment before shrugging and nodding.
Pen was upstairs in her room, wrapped up in a cocoon of sheets, feeling a headache coming on. How much had she drunk? One glass? Two? It may as well have been two hundred for all Pen remembered. She wasn’t quite sure how many hours had passed, but the digital clock on the nightstand told her that they were, indeed, ticking by. Otherwise, Pen would have guessed that time was standing still. She had so much on her mind, her thoughts couldn’t get out quickly enough for her to sort them and figure out what they meant.
What had she done? Being caught off-guard by Demetri was one thing, but she had practically thrown herself at Mikey. Poor Mikey! He was probably overwrought with guilt, which just made Pen feel all the worse.
And Bob. Oh, Bob. Tears leaked out of the corners of Pen’s eyes as she thought about what Bob would do if he found out…when he found out. Pen knew that it would only be a matter of time before Mikey broke down and told Bob everything. Pen turned over, sniffing as more tears welled up behind her eyes. She moaned quietly into the pillow in despair. The door opened, and Pen gasped, trying to swallow the small sobs building up in her throat.
“Penelope?” Bob’s sensitive voice sounded muffled to her through the large comforter. She groaned in response. “Honey? Mikey said you aren’t feeling well. Are you alright?”
Pen sniffled and sat up. Seeing Bob’s face, she whimpered and lay back down, burying her face in the pillow. “No,” she murmured. “I feel horrible. Absolutely terrible.”
“I’m sorry,” Bob said, rubbing his fiancée’s back. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No. Please. Stop being so nice!” Pen wailed into her pillow. She felt like shit, and she didn’t need Bob being nice to her and making her feel better, which inadvertently made her feel worse.
“But I love you, Penelope,” Bob continued, unfazed by a bad attitude. “Being nice to you is my job.” Pen moaned into the pillow once more. She sat up, frowning and looking at Bob sadly. She threw her arms around his neck and held on as tightly as she could.
“I love you too, Bob!” she cried, sobbing into his shoulder freely. “No matter what happens, I love you more than anything else. Please don’t ever doubt that!” Pen was uncontrollable, crying heartily into her fiancé’s shoulder.
Bob was confused. These things didn’t just happen out of the blue. Something had happened to spur this outburst. “Penelope,” he said, patting her back calmingly. “What happened?” Pen pulled away and looked at Bob with tears in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but Bob cut her off. “Don’t lie to me, Penelope,” he warned, looking at her sternly.
As Pen looked at him, her reserve fell and she couldn’t speak. She collapsed back on the bed and began sobbing once more. She felt so awful; how could she do that to Bob? She didn’t think, that was how. She just did stupid things without thinking about what she was doing. Was that not why she had stopped drinking and doing drugs? Because she couldn’t handle her judgment being impaired? Well, that had been one of the reasons, anyway.
“Penelope,” Bob ripped Pen away from her wallowing. “Sit up and look at me.” His voice drew her to sit up and look at him, ashamed. “Now, tell me: what happened?”
“Oh, Bob,” Pen whispered as he took her hand protectively. She pulled her hand away gently, unable to handle it. “I can’t tell you. I just can’t.”
“This is the reason we can’t trust each other, Penelope.” Bob was getting annoyed. “You don’t trust me to be able to forgive you, or help you, or whatever it is, so you’re just choosing not to tell me what’s wrong. Apparently, the fact that I love you makes no difference.”
“It makes a difference, Bob,” Pen said, wishing he could understand. “It’s just…I don’t deserve to be forgiven for this, and you’ll see that if I told you what I did.”
“There is nothing I wouldn’t forgive you for, Penelope. Even if I’m angry, I could never stop loving you. I wish you could understand that.” With that, Bob got up and walked out of the room, leaving Pen by herself.
She felt sick like she hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t a normal kind of ill. She’d been sick before, but this was different, yet familiar. What was this feeling? The last time she’d felt like this, she’d been pregnant…
Pen snapped her head up. No, that couldn’t be…could it? Of course it could, she reasoned with herself. It was very possible, but plausible? Pen took a deep breath and thought about it. Well, she finally decided. There was only one way to find out.
“Honey,” Pen went up to Bob downstairs in the living room with everyone else around. She avoided Mikey’s gaze. She also pretended like she and Bob hadn’t just had a fight. “I’m going out to the drugstore to get some medicine. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay, dear,” Bob said sarcastically. He was obviously still in a little bit of a bad mood, and it was obvious to only Pen.
She walked out and to the nearby Walgreens. She bought a cheap pregnancy test and took it to the little bathroom. She walked out of the stall waving the stick around, timing the five minutes she was to let pass before getting her result. When time was up, she took a deep breath and looked at the stick.
What caught her attention was the ominous little pink plus sign staring back at her.
Holy guacamole, you guys are caught up with my Mibba account! Finally? That may not be a good thing...See, what had happened was, I started "I Find It Hard To Stay" on Mibba first, and I didn't start uploading on here until almost the end. So, I didn't finish this up until much later, thus I didn't get the sequel up until much later. But I have been a HUGE slacker and not written anything in a while. In my defense, I've been mega-ultra-super-busy. I have to pick and learn a monologue for auditions for drama class next year, pick a song for musical theatre, learn the words to a song for Final Theatre Performances, find a dress for the Journalism awards, find a dress for Drama Banquet, and on top of that, my teachers are not taking it any easier on the work-load just because it's the last quarter of the year. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Dammit. Gah, anyway, yeah. That's it. So you guys are all up-to-date, here. Awesome. I've begun writing Chapter 17, so it shouldn't be too much longer of a wait. So yeah. Good. Go comment, por favor. OverAndOUtxx
“We--we shouldn’t, Pen. We can’t. Bob is--”
“--Not here right now,” Pen finished, reattaching her mouth to his. She got Mikey’s shirt off and threw it to the floor, planting her hands firmly on his chest.
Just as things were heating up, the couple heard a key turning in a lock, and, in a flash, Pen had mounted the stairs and was tearing up into her room. She slammed the door just as Bob and the rest of the party that had been left behind at the restaurant entered the house. Mikey found his shirt on the floor and wadded it up into a ball, shoving it beneath his head and closing his eyes to make it seem as though he’d been sleeping. Just in time.
“Hey, Mikes. You sleeping?” Gerard shook his little brother’s shoulder, and Mikey cracked one eye open upon hearing his older brother’s voice. He grabbed the older man by the shirt and pulled him close.
“I need to talk to you.” Mikey whispered, just loudly enough for Gerard to hear and no one else in the room.
“Sure Mikes. What’s wrong?”
“Not now. Later.”
Gerard looked quizzically at his little brother for a moment before shrugging and nodding.
Pen was upstairs in her room, wrapped up in a cocoon of sheets, feeling a headache coming on. How much had she drunk? One glass? Two? It may as well have been two hundred for all Pen remembered. She wasn’t quite sure how many hours had passed, but the digital clock on the nightstand told her that they were, indeed, ticking by. Otherwise, Pen would have guessed that time was standing still. She had so much on her mind, her thoughts couldn’t get out quickly enough for her to sort them and figure out what they meant.
What had she done? Being caught off-guard by Demetri was one thing, but she had practically thrown herself at Mikey. Poor Mikey! He was probably overwrought with guilt, which just made Pen feel all the worse.
And Bob. Oh, Bob. Tears leaked out of the corners of Pen’s eyes as she thought about what Bob would do if he found out…when he found out. Pen knew that it would only be a matter of time before Mikey broke down and told Bob everything. Pen turned over, sniffing as more tears welled up behind her eyes. She moaned quietly into the pillow in despair. The door opened, and Pen gasped, trying to swallow the small sobs building up in her throat.
“Penelope?” Bob’s sensitive voice sounded muffled to her through the large comforter. She groaned in response. “Honey? Mikey said you aren’t feeling well. Are you alright?”
Pen sniffled and sat up. Seeing Bob’s face, she whimpered and lay back down, burying her face in the pillow. “No,” she murmured. “I feel horrible. Absolutely terrible.”
“I’m sorry,” Bob said, rubbing his fiancée’s back. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No. Please. Stop being so nice!” Pen wailed into her pillow. She felt like shit, and she didn’t need Bob being nice to her and making her feel better, which inadvertently made her feel worse.
“But I love you, Penelope,” Bob continued, unfazed by a bad attitude. “Being nice to you is my job.” Pen moaned into the pillow once more. She sat up, frowning and looking at Bob sadly. She threw her arms around his neck and held on as tightly as she could.
“I love you too, Bob!” she cried, sobbing into his shoulder freely. “No matter what happens, I love you more than anything else. Please don’t ever doubt that!” Pen was uncontrollable, crying heartily into her fiancé’s shoulder.
Bob was confused. These things didn’t just happen out of the blue. Something had happened to spur this outburst. “Penelope,” he said, patting her back calmingly. “What happened?” Pen pulled away and looked at Bob with tears in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but Bob cut her off. “Don’t lie to me, Penelope,” he warned, looking at her sternly.
As Pen looked at him, her reserve fell and she couldn’t speak. She collapsed back on the bed and began sobbing once more. She felt so awful; how could she do that to Bob? She didn’t think, that was how. She just did stupid things without thinking about what she was doing. Was that not why she had stopped drinking and doing drugs? Because she couldn’t handle her judgment being impaired? Well, that had been one of the reasons, anyway.
“Penelope,” Bob ripped Pen away from her wallowing. “Sit up and look at me.” His voice drew her to sit up and look at him, ashamed. “Now, tell me: what happened?”
“Oh, Bob,” Pen whispered as he took her hand protectively. She pulled her hand away gently, unable to handle it. “I can’t tell you. I just can’t.”
“This is the reason we can’t trust each other, Penelope.” Bob was getting annoyed. “You don’t trust me to be able to forgive you, or help you, or whatever it is, so you’re just choosing not to tell me what’s wrong. Apparently, the fact that I love you makes no difference.”
“It makes a difference, Bob,” Pen said, wishing he could understand. “It’s just…I don’t deserve to be forgiven for this, and you’ll see that if I told you what I did.”
“There is nothing I wouldn’t forgive you for, Penelope. Even if I’m angry, I could never stop loving you. I wish you could understand that.” With that, Bob got up and walked out of the room, leaving Pen by herself.
She felt sick like she hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t a normal kind of ill. She’d been sick before, but this was different, yet familiar. What was this feeling? The last time she’d felt like this, she’d been pregnant…
Pen snapped her head up. No, that couldn’t be…could it? Of course it could, she reasoned with herself. It was very possible, but plausible? Pen took a deep breath and thought about it. Well, she finally decided. There was only one way to find out.
“Honey,” Pen went up to Bob downstairs in the living room with everyone else around. She avoided Mikey’s gaze. She also pretended like she and Bob hadn’t just had a fight. “I’m going out to the drugstore to get some medicine. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay, dear,” Bob said sarcastically. He was obviously still in a little bit of a bad mood, and it was obvious to only Pen.
She walked out and to the nearby Walgreens. She bought a cheap pregnancy test and took it to the little bathroom. She walked out of the stall waving the stick around, timing the five minutes she was to let pass before getting her result. When time was up, she took a deep breath and looked at the stick.
What caught her attention was the ominous little pink plus sign staring back at her.
Holy guacamole, you guys are caught up with my Mibba account! Finally? That may not be a good thing...See, what had happened was, I started "I Find It Hard To Stay" on Mibba first, and I didn't start uploading on here until almost the end. So, I didn't finish this up until much later, thus I didn't get the sequel up until much later. But I have been a HUGE slacker and not written anything in a while. In my defense, I've been mega-ultra-super-busy. I have to pick and learn a monologue for auditions for drama class next year, pick a song for musical theatre, learn the words to a song for Final Theatre Performances, find a dress for the Journalism awards, find a dress for Drama Banquet, and on top of that, my teachers are not taking it any easier on the work-load just because it's the last quarter of the year. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Dammit. Gah, anyway, yeah. That's it. So you guys are all up-to-date, here. Awesome. I've begun writing Chapter 17, so it shouldn't be too much longer of a wait. So yeah. Good. Go comment, por favor. OverAndOUtxx
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