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The look of pain in James' eyes was so great that he looked like I had just punched him. Staring at me in surprise, James replied in a hurt voice, "You really are mad at me, aren't you? You do want to break up with me after all. Seriously, Olivia, there's no need to hide it. If you want to break up with me, just tell me to my face. Don't try to make me out to be the one to do it."

Shit. James was obviously getting the wrong idea. I had told him that I could leave the band in an attempt to make things easier for him, the band, and of course, Lars. Unfortunately, James thought that I was just trying to make him break up with me instead. Shaking my head, I quickly replied, "No, no, that's not at all what I'm saying. I just thought that maybe it would be easier if we broke up sooner than later. I mean, Lars obviously doesn't want me around. I don't like being the one causing tension between you two all the time. If it wasn't for me, you two would get along a lot better. Besides, who cares about me? You have a huge future with this band. You could go really far with it. I won't probably end up accomplishing much in life though. I'm just a girl who keeps to herself."

"Please don't listen to Lars," James begged me, looking into my eyes in an attempt to try to see if I was being truthful or not, "I don't care if you're 'just a girl'. You're the girl I love. If I really did get you pregnant...well..." James trailed off and gulped. I could tell he wasn't at all used to the idea of me being pregnant. James finally continued on, "Olivia, I don't care if you're pregnant or not. You're still the same person and I love you more than anything. I'll do whatever it takes to stay with you even if you are pregnant, okay? Lars just doesn't get it. Sometimes I wish he would go to hell."

Tears started to form in my eyes and they flooded down my cheeks. James quickly wrapped his arms around me and set me gently in his lap while he stroked my hair gently. I curled up in his chest, just trying to forget the whole world and banish the thoughts of pregnancy from my mind. My tears flowed for a few minutes, and then I finally decided it was time to ask my question from earlier.

"James? Do you regret any of those nights we spent together? If you could redo the past, would you have decided not to love me?" I choked out. My words were kind of blurred together from sobs, but James managed to comprehend them just the same. He gently pulled me away from his chest so he could look in my eyes. His cerulean ones searched mine as he said, "I'll never regret making love to you. I'd never redo any of that. The only thing I regret about my past is that I let Dave and Ray rape you. I could kill both of them for what they did. But anyways, before I get off track, I don't regret it one bit." James paused and thought a moment before turning back to me anxiously, "What about you, Olive? Do you regret sleeping with me?"

"Of course not," I said, surprised that he had even bothered to ask me that question. "I love you more than life itself. Being with you has given me a reason to live as cheesy as that may sound. I feel so bad though. I'm holding up your whole future because of this shitty pregnancy mess. It's all my fault."

"No, it's not your fault!" James contradicted almost angrily as he wiped the tears off my cheek with his hand. "It's really nobody's fault. Besides, we don't know for sure if you're pregnant or not. I mean, it could just be a false alarm or something. I suppose we really should try to figure out if you really are pregnant or not though, hm?"

I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know whether or not I was pregnant. Unfortunately, James was right though. I really should figure out if I was pregnant, and sooner was always better than later. Nodding, I rested my head back against James' chest, seeking his comfort. James gently stroked the side of my cheek and thought aloud, "Hey Olivia, why don't you go to the drug store and pick up a pregnancy testing kit while we're recording tomorrow? That way we can figure out how we're going to deal with this."

I didn't really like going out alone, but I figured I might as well get this over with. I replied, "Yeah, okay, I can do that. Are you sure you're going to be recording tomorrow though? I mean, we don't even know if Kirk's gonna want to be part of the band. Nobody has even called him to invite him to the band yet, so I don't see how he's suppose to get here tomorrow."

"Lars is calling him right now actually," James added. I nodded and tried to calm myself down. As I looked up into James' kind eyes, I felt my stomach tighten into a knot and I suddenly felt very small and very scared. Looking down, I admitted to James, "I'm scared. I...I don't want to be pregnant. I don't want to go to hospitals and have a kid. I just wanna be a normal girl."

I saw a quick flash of hurt and regret in James' eyes as he listened to my cries, "Yeah, I know. The only thing is that you're not a normal girl. You're so much more than most girls your age. I agree that going to a hospital will be scary. If you're pregnant, I'll do whatever it takes to make this up to you. Is there anything I can do for you now?"

I shook my head quickly. The last thing I wanted to do was make James feel guilty. I should try harder to hide my fears so nobody else could see them. James gently rested a hand on my aching, tender belly and looked deeply into my eyes, "I'll always be here for you, Olivia. Remember that. I won't ever leave you regardless of whatever bullshit Lars says. And if you have to go to the hospital, I'll go there with you and be by your side holding your hand while you have the kid. I really do love you. You're the only girl I've really loved emotionally and physically. Can you still love me too? Even if I did get you pregnant?"

I nodded and suddenly wanted to be close to James. I snuggled up to his chest and kissed his full lips. James kissed me back tenderly and wrapped a hand around my back. As we both became lost in the kiss, footsteps sounded from across the hallway. Lars' sharp voice reached our ears, "James? Can you get over here? Kirk decided to join the band. He'll be here tomorrow. I need your help with deciding on a cover for our new album though."

James reluctantly broke away from me and gave me a sorry glance as he stood up to go help Lars. I watched the two retreat to the living room. I found I was already missing the smooth skin of James' lips on mine. As the two guys disappeared into the living room, I couldn't help but wonder if I was making the right choices. Was it fair of me to stay with James if I became pregnant? Lars was right; I surely would distract him and keep him from concentrating on the band.

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Five hours later, we were all hanging out in the living room. For the last few hours, everyone had decided what they were going to need to discuss with Kirk first when he got here tomorrow. Kirk wasn't really going to have an audition. Everyone decided that they were just gonna cross their fingers and hope that he was going to be okay with the band.

Now that all the arrangements for Kirk were made, everyone was bored. Cliff was still reading his novel, but Lars and James looked bored as hell. Suddenly, Lars stood over and walked over to a cabinet. It took me a minute before I realized that Lars was opening the liquor cabinet. Uh oh! This definitely wasn't going to be good.

Lars grinned when he saw full bottles of wine and champagne in the cabinet. Motioning to James with a wide grin, Lars said, "Hey man, look at this!" Lars pulled the champagne and wine out of the cabinet and put the bottles onto a coffee table in the middle of the living room. To my surprise, James looked just as excited as Lars at the thought of free wine and champagne.

Watching them, I decided I finally needed to do something, "Um, guys? Don't you think that maybe you should ask Johnny before you go raiding their liquor cabinet?" Lars gave me a look like I was crazy and pretended like I hadn't spoken. James popped the top of the champagne and started guzzling it like he hadn't had a drink for days. Dave and Cliff went after the wine while James continued to swig down the champagne. Knowing there was nothing I could do to stop them, I just tried to ignore them.

About an hour later, everyone was really drunk, especially James. I think James had been drinking extra because he was trying to wash away his worries about my pregnancy situation with the alcohol. Unfortunately, this wasn't a very good way to throw his worries aside. Now that everyone was drunk, the mood was much lighter and crazier.

Suddenly realizing that the champagne was empty, James set down the empty bottle and looked over at me. He gave me a drunken smile and walked over to where I was sitting in the corner. He sat next to me and put his hands on my shoulders, "Hey Olivia, you look really good tonight. I like that tank top. You should wear it more often."

Oh shit, James was in his crazy, unpredictable mood. There was no telling what he would do. Before I could think of a response to James' statement, he pushed me over onto my back and proceeded to lift up the edge of my tank top. His light fingers crept lightly over my belly and up to the edges of my bra. I felt James gently sneak his index finger under my bra and rub my nipple gently. Moaning from the sensation, I tried to pull away from James as I hissed, "James, what the hell are you thinking? There are people in the room!" I pointed to Lars and Cliff who were cracking jokes to get his attention.

James took one look at the two and then shrugged his shoulders. James dragged me behind the couch and said, "They can't see us now, so who cares?" With that, James slipped my tank top over my head and lowered his head to my chest. James licked the lace edges of my bra, teasing the sensitive skin of my breasts. I gasped and arched my back. James snuck a hand underneath me and unclasped my bra with ease. Tossing it aside, James turned back to my exposed breasts and started massaging the plump mounds on my chest with his knuckles. I couldn't help but whimper and wriggle underneath James' touch. He had such a strong effect on me. By this time, I had already forgot that Lars and Cliff were in the room.

James started suckling lightly on my nubs while he reached down towards the edge of my skirt. I let my hand snake down to his pants and brushed it against James' cock. The hard bulge stretching under his jeans told me that James wanted me just as much as I wanted him. As we we were about to continue undressing each other, footsteps sounded in the hallway.

Knowing that it wasn't Lars or Cliff, James and I exchanged looks and quickly tried to dress each other. James ended up twisting the straps of my bra and I ended up with my tank top half on and half off as a tall woman entered the room. At first, James watched her carefully and then decided she meant no harm. After that, he straddle me against and ran his hands down my side. I gave him a dirty look at mouthed, "Not now!"

Suddenly, the woman caught glance of the empty champagne bottles. Her eyes widened and she stared at Cliff and Lars in horror, "You...you drank this stuff? God, get the fuck out of my house! NOW!" Lars and Cliff exchanged wide eyed glances and tore out the door at a speed faster than lightning. Sadly, James had not been listening to the woman at all. He was way too drunk and infatuated with me to do anything. Just as Lars and Cliff disappeared out of the door, James slid his hand up my thigh and brushed it lightly against my tender slit. The touch made me cry out loudly as secretion dripped down my leg and onto James' hand.

My cry caught the woman's notice and she whirled around to face us with a look of disgust. Her eyes seemed to bulge out as she saw James and me in the middle of a love scene on the floor. Once she finally jerked out of her paralysis of shock, she said, "Get out of my house right this minute you fuckers before I have to call the police!"