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Lane's POV
"ALAINA! SOMETHING HAPPENED TO JASON SLASH JE...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN BED WITH MY SISTER?"
I heard Mike scream. I jumped up.
"Shit! Mike! What the fuck are you doing in here screaming?!" I yelled, then turned my head. "Shit!
Tre! What're you doing here?!" Then I looked down at my bare chest. "Fuck, no! Shit, shit, shit,
shit, shit..." I began to hyperventilate in panic as I pulled the sheets up to cover my chest.
"Tre... Did we... Uh..."
Tre nodded solemnly, but said nothing.
"Oh, shit." I mumbled, staring at the shape of my feet through the fabric of my comforter, then up
to Mike.
"Oh, good god. Uh... Here, Lane." Mike handed me my robe and turned around to allow me to get out of
the bed and slip into the robe. When I said he could, he turned back around. "Lane, go get yourself
cleaned up, and Tre, put on some pants, please!"
"O...okay..." I stuttered, shaking. I couldn't believe what I had done, and it was worse that I
couldn't remember doing it. I must've been out of my mind, but I do love Tre... So why am I feeling
such remorse?
"When you finish, I need to tell you something." Mike stated, but I could read the implied 'and
later I'll give you a boring lecture on safe sex' in his eyes, but I just walked into the bathroom
and started up a hot shower. My body felt numb and shaky.
I sat on the edge of the porcelain bath tub and just watched the water falling from the shower head.
I placed my hand palm up under the water and drew back when I felt the scalding hot water touch my
hand. I made the water cooler before slipping out of my robe and stepping into the shower.

Mike's POV
"I can't fucking believe you!" I growled, my fists clenched. Tre just stared back at me, wide-eyed
as ever. He had put on his boxers and was sitting on the corner of Alaina's bed, his hands clasped
together.
"Look, Mike, you know that I love Alaina, and Alaina loves me back, and... Well... We kissed and
then made out and things just... Sort of... You know, happened." He explained, and right then I
could have slapped him so hard he'd fly to China. I had no idea why I was so furious, I mean, she'll
be an adult in May, one who can make choices on her own, I shouldn't be getting so angry. But I
couldn't help myself. It was just one of the many perks that came with having a sister.
"I don't fucking give two shits about what happened!" I snapped, but then took a deep breath in
attempts to calm down. "Did you at least use protection?"
"Well..."
"Don't fucking 'well' me! I asked a question." I squeezed my already clenched fists so that my nails
were beginning to cut into my palm. "Did you fucking use protection?" I took a pause between each
word to emphasize my anger.
"I didn't have any on me... So," he cringed, "no."
"Fuck you, Tre!" I finally lost my cool and punched him in the face. "That's my sister we're talking
about! She could get pregnant... Or even get some crazy ass STD because you weren't careful!"
"Calm the fuck down, Mike! She consented to it. It wasn't my fault, man. Get a grip. Just because
you can't comprehend the fact that she can do whatever the fuck she wants doesn't mean you can go
beating the shit out of people to keep her innocent! And look at you, getting all worked up because
I did something to show I love her, when you fucking hurt Rory last night!" By the time he finished
his little speech, I had calmed down a considerable amount.
He was right. She did this on her own, I should respect her choices.
But I'll be damned if he brings Farore into this.
"Don't bring her into this." I muttered through clenched teeth.
"Oh, why not? While we're on the topic of doing wrong things, did you ever once consider the fact
that during this time you're pissed off at me, you could be at least thinking of a way to apologize
to Rory?!" Tre snapped back.
"Fuck off." I stormed out of the room, across the hall, and stopped right outside of my own bedroom.
I sighed, took a couple of deep breaths, and opened the door. I needed to calm down.
Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it and slid down so I was sitting on the floor. I
buried my head in my hands and sighed.
Then, I heard a sniffle. My head shot up and I saw a body in my bed.
"What the-" I crawled over to my bed and froze. "Oh my god, Farore's in my bed." I stood wide eyed,
then sat down besides her. She sighed in her sleep and rolled over, and I drew back in slight shock.
Her eyes were red and slightly crusty from what must've been from crying. Black mascara had
apparently run down her face and there were some black stains on my pillow. When she breathed in,
she sniffled, and I realized she must have cried herself to sleep.
I reached out carefully to move a strand of her hair that had gone in her face. I sighed, thinking
deeply about the previous night. I had been a downright jack ass towards Farore, dancing with Maria
while she was gone and everything. I never even said I was sorry...
I shook my head and left the room quietly to insure she wouldn't wake up. I trudged into the kitchen
to find Jason sitting at the table.
"Shit, Jase, I wasn't expecting you to be here, too!" I said, sitting next to him.
"Eh, well, Lane said I could..." He sighed.
"I'm gonna make some coffee, want some?" I asked, standing up and starting up the coffee maker. I
was a huge coffee-lover.
"No, thank you. I'm gonna go home, all right?" He stood up, not once lifting his head up to look at
me.
"I'll call you later, there's something important I need to tell you guys." I said as I poured the
just finished coffee into a mug.
"Right. Bye." And he left.
I took a sip of the coffee and sighed. I'd been sighing a lot lately, just so much is going on.

Tre's POV
I just sat here on Alaina's bed thinking about what happened.
Last night was so amazing, but it made me think way too hard. What does this all mean? What's going
to happen now? What's gonna happen next?
And the most scary question of all: What will Jason do when he finds out?
"Stop thinking so hard about everything..." I looked up and saw Alaina enter her room. She had
gotten dressed somehow in the bathroom, though I hadn't seen her bring clothing with her.
"It's kind of hard not to." I shook my head and she sat down besides me. I felt the bed go down from
the weight.
"Just know that no matter what, we love each other. Right?" She smiled at me, and I looked into her
eyes.
"Of course, Alaina. Always." I kissed her lightly before standing up. I put on the pants I was
wearing the night before and the dress shirt. "Let's go downstairs."
"Mike said he needed to tell us something..." She began before following after me.
We found Mike leaning against the counter in the kitchen sipping some coffee.
"Where's Jason and Farore?" Alaina asked quietly. I assumed she was still ashamed about Mike finding
us earlier.
"Jason went home, and Rory's sleeping. Seems like she cried herself to sleep." Mike kept his gaze
fixated on a point in the tile, he never looked up or anywhere.
"Who cried herself to sleep?" We all turned around to see Rory standing in the doorway of the
kitchen, and man did she look a mess! Her hair was rebellious as ever, her eyes were half shut and
red, and she had black smears all over her face from her make up from the night before. She wore a
black tank top and boxer shorts which she must have borrowed from Lane. Mike looked away from her
and took another sip from his coffee. "I asked a question." She said sternly.
"No one..." Mike muttered. Rory walked incredibly slowly over to the kitchen table as if one wrong
step would bring the entire house down onto our heads. She sat down and folded her arms on her lap.

"So, what was it you needed to tell us?" Lane said quietly, trying to break the tension in the room,
but only causing Mike to get even more tense.
Whatever it was, it couldn't be good...
"Well... You know how Jason Andrew Relva went all split personality on us?" Mike began. We all
nodded. "Well... He came by Billie's house last night... And he looked seriously fucked up. His eyes
were red and bloodshot, his hair was a mess it was... it was just brutal. He laughed oddly and
handed me this crumpled paper, saying 'Jimmy died today' and he walked away." Mike pulled a crumpled
and folded piece of paper out of his pocket and tossed it over to me. I opened it carefully and read
it aloud.
"'Dear friends, Jimmy died today, he blew his brains out into the bay. In the state of mind, in my
own private suicide. We're fucked up, but we're not the same, and there's no sign of hope. It was
what had to be done, but I want you all to know that Jesus is coming home again. Dearly Beloved,
JAR.'" I folded the paper back up and looked up at the faces sourrounding me.
"Shit, that's screwy." Rory muttered, rubbing her eyes. I nodded.
"So.. What does this mean?" Lane asked.
"Well, for one, Jason Andrew Relva, good ol' Jesus, is back." I muttered. They all just nodded. I
guess this news in the midst of everything else just seemed to blow over their heads.
"Fuck, he's insane..." Rory stood and slowly left the room. Mike didn't so much as glance as her as
she walked through the passageway into the living room. We all heard the television turn on and the
sounds changed as she flipped the channels before stopping on a music channel.
"I'm outta here..." Lane stood and went to the sliding glass door leading to her backyard.
"Where're you going?" I asked, making to get up.
"I need to think. Alone." She walked through the door and I watched her as she jumped up onto the
fence and sat atop it, staring up at the morning sky. My gaze averted to Mike, who hadn't moved.
"Mike, I seriously think you outta talk to her." I suggested.
"Screw off." He snapped and stomped out to his room.
So I was left sitting here in the kitchen, alone. I buried my head in my hands and sighed.
Boy, what a fucked up lifestyle we've all entered into.

And all thanks to homecoming.

Rory's POV
I trudged into the living room of the Pritchard's house and plopped down onto the sofa. There were
bed sheets strewn around, and I remembered Jason had slept there the night before. I wondered where
he had gone. He must've gone home.
I flipped through channels, landing on a music channel playing old videos. I didn't pay attention to
what video it was. I just crossed my arms on my chest and stared away from the TV screen and to the
wall. Upon it was a photo of Mike and Alaina a few years back. Mike was smiling... Oh, I loved that
smile.
Stop it, Rory, you know how he hurt you.
And he did hurt me. Badly... I honestly thought this one time someone I had a crush on would care
about me enough to not go off with other woman while on a date.
Or at a dance.
But then again, we did go as friends. Does that mean he wasn't obligated to dance with me and me
only?
Maybe I'm overreacting... I don't know.
I shook my head, feeling my hair whip my face as I shook it harder. Then I slammed my head against
the arm of the chair and held back a scream. I think I was about to go insane... But I didn't care.

Maybe he should learn that I have feelings. Maybe he should feel a little remorse, at least
apologize.
Right?
But I didn't understand why I cared so much. We're just friends, though I admit I do feel a small
crush towards him. But I don't think I should be so angry about a crush.
Maybe... I gasped. No. It couldn't be... Could it?

Maybe, just maybe...
Maybe...


I was falling for Michael Ryan Pritchard.
*
Mike's POV

later that night...
Billie and Adie stopped by to hang out. We decided to go up to Alaina's room and play cards. Tre
finally left because if he hadn't, I might have killed him. I had the biggest worry in my head that
Alaina was pregnant and it was all his fault. I found an UNO deck sitting on my bookshelf and
brought it into the room.
"YAY I LOVE THIS GAME!" Billie cheered like a 3 year old. The sad part was that it was sincere
joy. I sat on the floor and then he jumped down next to me. Of course, Adie sat next to him and
Alaina was next to her and myself. Billie was practically jumping in his spot. I gave him the next
to deal because he looked like he wanted to badly. We played a few times before the girls had to,
of course, go to the bathroom in pairs. They got up to leave and that's when Billie got curious.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Looking. So, this is Alaina's room..." He said like a police officer.
"It appears that way, yes." He bent down at looked at her bookshelf. "Looking for something in
particular, BJ?"
"Does Lane keep a journal?"
"I don't know. Probably. Why?"
He grabbed a composition notebook and showed me.
"JACKPOT!"
"Billie, I don't think we should be-"
"Relax. We'll put it back before they get back. We need to read the juicy stuff."
He started flipping through as if he were looking for something in particular. He flipped to about
the middle of the book.
"What is it?"
"The most recent entry. Thursday night."
"What's it say?"
It was so wrong that I was looking through my sister's personal stuff, but I needed to make sure she
hadn't done anything like she did with Tre before. I would have to kill the other guy.
"So, Jason asked me to homecoming. I can't believe I said yes! I was like, so totally hurting
Tre!" He said, mocking a girl. I had to laugh. "Rory and I went to Adrienne's to look at dresses
for Rory because I was SO not like, going alone! Rory is going with Mike. She totally likes him.
He totally likes her. They won't admit it!"
"It doesn't say that..."
"No, cuz Alaina doesn't say 'like' or 'so' or shit like that. But yeah, it does."
"Maybe we should stop..."
"I said that I thought I might be ready to have sex with Tre. I hope Jason won't pull anything. I
don't like him that way."
"Billie, shut up!"
"Then Adrienne told me to make sure that Tre had protection because--" He paused and his face
looked highly pissed and like he was gonna cry at the same time. I walked to his side and started
reading:
--because Billie and she did once a few days ago and she hasn't had her period yet. She thought she
might be pregnant and didn't know how to tell him.
"BJ, are you OK?"
"I...I...I think I need to go." He said, closing the book and putting it back where it was. Just
then, Adrienne and Alaina walked in. Adrienne took one look at his face and was freaked.
"You OK, babe?"
"Get the fuck away from me!" He yelled and ran off.
"What was that about?" She asked.


Alaina's POV
Monday morning

Everything was out of whack. When I walked into first period, after Mike kindly stopped in the
middle of the parking lot and ran out of the car, I noticed our little group had a weird seating
arrangement. I didn't notice, however, until I started talking to Rory--or at least that's who I
thought it was--about last night.
"So, how was your homecoming experience? I bet none of that shit happens in England." I asked,
trying to find things for that class in my backpack.
"I don't know, Lane, I've lived here all my life." I heard. I looked up at Billie. What the
fuck?
"Why are YOU...HERE!"
"Cuz my parents had sex. You know about that, Lane. I should too, considering I'm a father now."
"Woah, wait. How do you know? Did she finally tell you?"
"No, but you did."
"OK, I was never drunk. I don't really remember fucking Tre, but I was never drunk. What do you
mean?"
"I read your journal!"
I could kill him. I felt my blood boiling.
"Why in the hell would you do that? Did Mike see it, too? How much did you read? Billie Joe
Armstrong, I'm gonna kick your ass!"
"Just that you were ready to fuck Tre and that my girlfriend was too scared to tell me she was
having my child. I'm gonna be a father. Maybe Mike can knock Rory up and then we can all be
fathers!"
"I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU! BOTH OF YOU! YOU CAN GO SIT BY TRE!"
"That's a punishment, now? I thought you liked him. You sure had fun riding him, didn't you?"
"BILLIE!"
He sighed and walked to the back of the room. I looked behind me. Mike was with Adie, Rory was
with Tre, and I was alone. Billie said something to them and Rory came back up to me.
"Billie is mad at Adrienne and Mike is mad at Tre and somehow we ended up playing musical seats."
She joked.
"They read my journal last night."
"Who?"
"My fucking ASSHOLE BROTHER AND HIS FUCK BUDDY BILLIE JOE!" I yelled so they could hear it.
"OH fuck. What exactly was in it?"
"The thing Adie told us not to tell the boys."
"Uh oh. Does she know he knows?"
"I don't know. Probably."
"Is she mad?"
I groaned.
"I don't know!" I said and walked off to Adie.
"Can I talk to you?"
She and Mike looked up.
"Sure." She said, closing her notebook. I walked off, shooting Mike a dirty look.
"Are you mad at me?"
She tilted her eyebrow.
"Should I be?"
"Billie knows."
"OH, fuck. How does he know?"
"He and Mike went through my journal last night. That's why he flipped out."
"I figured something was up. I'll talk to him about it at lunch."

Lunch was not much better...

I found Tre and plopped next to him. Of course, Mike sat next to me. How lucky for me! I guess if
he sat next to me I couldn't do anything with Tre in a public place...
Adrienne sat across from me and Rory sat on the farthest corner away from Mike. Jason sat on the
other side of Adie so he could watch Tre and I as well. Billie sat next to Mike, as far away from
Adrienne as possible. No sign of Jason-Jesus. Whatsername sat at the corner she and Jason-Jesus
shared. I think they were dating or something.
"Billie Joe Armstrong, talk to me." Adrienne yelled. He pretended not to hear her and continued
talking to Mike.
"Michael Pritchard, shut the fuck up." I yelled. He gave me a dirty look and continued.
"Billie!" Rory yelled. He stopped talking and looked at her. "Adrienne is talking to you."
He and Mike stopped.
"Why won't you fucking talk to me? I don't know if I'm pregnant or not! What's your deal, anyways?
You could've worn a fucking condom!"
"You could've taken your pill!"
"Why do I have to do something that could potentially harm me when you can do something that doesn't
hurt at all?!"
"That's not true. He could snap the end on his penis and-" Tre started.
"SHUT UP TRE!" They both yelled.
"I didn't think you were that dumb, Adrienne."
"Obviously I was for going out with someone like you!" She snapped back.
"Maybe you shouldn't be with someone like me then!"
"I guess not. Goodbye, Billie!" She yelled and ran off from the table. Rory and I looked at each
other.
"I got it!" She said and ran after her. Now it was time for Mike and Tre to hash it out. From the
looks of Tre's eye, they did last night.
"What's your deal, Mike? It's not like I did anything to you!"
"You sort of did. See, we came from the same egg. Which means we have the same last name and share
a lot of the same DNA. What if she's pregnant like Adrienne?"
He did not have to attack Tre like that. They didn't have to yell in my ears, either.
"OK, did you guys not just hear a fucking word she just said? She doesn't know if she's pregnant.
If you want my opinion, all 4 of you need to grow up. So what if she's pregnant, Billie? You had
sex just as much as she did and you're as responsible. If you have a baby, you need to take care of
it. Mike, you need to stay the fuck out of my business. Just because you're 5 minutes older
doesn't mean you have the right to run my life. I can handle my own fucking life. And when did you
start caring about my feelings? Any other time you're making fun of me or being an asshole to me.
And what About Rory? You're being such an asshole to her. She didn't do a damn thing to you! You
need to fucking apologize and step up. We all know you like her. You're just causing yourself
hurt, besides hurting her feelings. Tre, I love you. So I guess I'm not pissed at you. You can at
least fight for me and you wouldn't leave me like Billie did to Adrienne if I did get pregnant.
Jason, I don't know why you're still trying to get around me because I meant what I said to you
Saturday night. I want Tre, I need Tre, I love him. Not you. So stop fucking stalking me."
I sighed and looked at each of them. Whatsername just looked at me like I was a psychopath.
"So...where's Jason-Jesus?" Billie asked.
"He's at the facility on East 12th Street, his parents locked him up. They thought Jimmy was real,
they didn't know he was his other personality. When they didn't find a body and saw how he was
acting, they took him to the mental hospital." Whastername said in a quiet voice. I guess that was
her talking voice, because I never heard her talk before...ever.
"Maybe we should see him afterschool." Mike said.
"I guess. Well, we need to go before the bell rings." Tre said. We all got our trays and put them
back.

The next morning, I got sick a few times. I thought it was just the flu or something, so I stayed
home. I kept getting sick for the rest of the week, so I decided to go to the doctor.
"Miss Pritchard...we need to speak to you."
I had Rory and Adie with me. I walked with them, each of them holding my hand on either side.
"Wh...what's wrong?"
"You're pregnant..."