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You and Me Chapter 2
It's not completed, but what I have done right now. and yes, I changed the year because I realized Jamie would only be 13 in '80
February 6, 1990 (Day 1,459)
How is it the Worthington household always seems to be a real-life soap opera? I'm sure there's a way to figure it out, some mathematic or scientific theory that will show why my family is so fucked. But for now, I'll just call it horribly bad luck.
First, is Chris. Madame Barbie herself is pregnant. Yep, Chrissy got herself knocked up. Well, she didn't do it all by herself. Her jock boyfriend Matt helped some too.
The day started out fairly normal, my alarm clock went off late so I was in a rush to force my way into a pair of jeans which seemed to have shrunk since I'd tried them on the night before and pull a too-tight turtleneck over my head, gather my things and run downstairs to try to eat before I left. Just as I turned the corner, I heard someone throwing up. Now I wasn't shocked by this, I mean, for as long as I can remember Dad's been sick with AIDS, so hearing him hacking isn't a strange occurence. But then I realized it wasn't his breathing, his cough. My first thought was that Mom had finally crossing over from HIV to the full disease, so I was in for a shock when Chrissy walked out in pajama bottoms and a tanktop, face pale and hair shabby.
She stared at me when she realized I'd heard it and grabbed my hand,
"Don't say anything."
"What would I say?"
She froze like a deer in headlights and released my hand,
"Nothing. I'm sorry, I'm tired."
I nodded warily and raced downstairs. Mom was chugging down a cup of coffee while Dad rubbed her neck, kissing her temples,
"You need to find a better job, you know that?"
"Why do you say that?"
"I hate having to see you leave in the morning before I can even say I love you."
She turned to him and smiled,
"Well you just said it", she kissed his nose and I heard Chrissy gagging. Dad caught my eye and winked, wrapping his arm around Mom's back and dipping her, kissing her long and hard. I whistled and laughed as Mom pulled away, shock written all over her face. She smiled at me and Christina and walked out.
Of course, I didn't find out about Chrissy's condition until later. I was too busy shuttling from classes to fights to the principal's office. It was here that I found out.
I had been sent to the office for punching the star quarterback. I explained, calmly as possible, that his cheerleader girlfriend had called me a cow so I walked over and told her that at least I wasn't an annorexic chicken. Jake walked over then and grabbed my arm, so I punched him. I was let off, but just as I was leaving I heard Chrissy talking to one of the counselors. I saw her arms were wrapped around her stomach, and she was crying. Then I noticed Mrs. Foxx wagging a white stick in one of her hands. It doesn't take a genius to figure out the rest.
I left before Chris could see me, walking out of the office and the building to make my way home. When I came up the driveway, I saw Mom standing by her car with Dad next to her. I started walking over, getting close enough to hear what was going on,
"How am I supposed to work?"
"I don't know, but you need to find a way to."
"And why is this suddenly being thrust upon me?"
"Because I suddenly find myself pregnant."
I froze in my tracks and saw Dad's eyes widen,
"W-...no....no way..."
"Yes way."
"It was one night..."
"That's all it takes."
"Jesus Christ..."
"Of course, I could-"
"No!", even without the words, I knew what Mom was referring to and what Dad was stopping. Years ago, when I was only a few months old, she'd gotten pregnant shortly after finding out she was HIV positive, and without telling Dad, had an abortion. It had torn both of them apart for years, sometimes on 'the day it happened', I would find them either crying in each other's arms or fighting about something that had, quite literally, died long ago.
I knew Mom's eyes were filling with tears as he said this. She grabbed his arm,
"So..."
"So I guess I find a job."
"...I'm sorry."
"Don't say that Mand, it's not like I didn't have a part in it."
She laughed, moving into kiss him, when she saw me. Her face paled for a moment, then she held out her free hand to me. I took it, squeezing the bony fingers. Dad turned his head, smiling at me,
"So, you know any place in need of help?"
I was just about to speak when Christina's red corvette came speeding down the road. She stopped abruptly and stormed out, huffing over to the front door without even looking at us.
February 6, 1990 (Day 1,459)
How is it the Worthington household always seems to be a real-life soap opera? I'm sure there's a way to figure it out, some mathematic or scientific theory that will show why my family is so fucked. But for now, I'll just call it horribly bad luck.
First, is Chris. Madame Barbie herself is pregnant. Yep, Chrissy got herself knocked up. Well, she didn't do it all by herself. Her jock boyfriend Matt helped some too.
The day started out fairly normal, my alarm clock went off late so I was in a rush to force my way into a pair of jeans which seemed to have shrunk since I'd tried them on the night before and pull a too-tight turtleneck over my head, gather my things and run downstairs to try to eat before I left. Just as I turned the corner, I heard someone throwing up. Now I wasn't shocked by this, I mean, for as long as I can remember Dad's been sick with AIDS, so hearing him hacking isn't a strange occurence. But then I realized it wasn't his breathing, his cough. My first thought was that Mom had finally crossing over from HIV to the full disease, so I was in for a shock when Chrissy walked out in pajama bottoms and a tanktop, face pale and hair shabby.
She stared at me when she realized I'd heard it and grabbed my hand,
"Don't say anything."
"What would I say?"
She froze like a deer in headlights and released my hand,
"Nothing. I'm sorry, I'm tired."
I nodded warily and raced downstairs. Mom was chugging down a cup of coffee while Dad rubbed her neck, kissing her temples,
"You need to find a better job, you know that?"
"Why do you say that?"
"I hate having to see you leave in the morning before I can even say I love you."
She turned to him and smiled,
"Well you just said it", she kissed his nose and I heard Chrissy gagging. Dad caught my eye and winked, wrapping his arm around Mom's back and dipping her, kissing her long and hard. I whistled and laughed as Mom pulled away, shock written all over her face. She smiled at me and Christina and walked out.
Of course, I didn't find out about Chrissy's condition until later. I was too busy shuttling from classes to fights to the principal's office. It was here that I found out.
I had been sent to the office for punching the star quarterback. I explained, calmly as possible, that his cheerleader girlfriend had called me a cow so I walked over and told her that at least I wasn't an annorexic chicken. Jake walked over then and grabbed my arm, so I punched him. I was let off, but just as I was leaving I heard Chrissy talking to one of the counselors. I saw her arms were wrapped around her stomach, and she was crying. Then I noticed Mrs. Foxx wagging a white stick in one of her hands. It doesn't take a genius to figure out the rest.
I left before Chris could see me, walking out of the office and the building to make my way home. When I came up the driveway, I saw Mom standing by her car with Dad next to her. I started walking over, getting close enough to hear what was going on,
"How am I supposed to work?"
"I don't know, but you need to find a way to."
"And why is this suddenly being thrust upon me?"
"Because I suddenly find myself pregnant."
I froze in my tracks and saw Dad's eyes widen,
"W-...no....no way..."
"Yes way."
"It was one night..."
"That's all it takes."
"Jesus Christ..."
"Of course, I could-"
"No!", even without the words, I knew what Mom was referring to and what Dad was stopping. Years ago, when I was only a few months old, she'd gotten pregnant shortly after finding out she was HIV positive, and without telling Dad, had an abortion. It had torn both of them apart for years, sometimes on 'the day it happened', I would find them either crying in each other's arms or fighting about something that had, quite literally, died long ago.
I knew Mom's eyes were filling with tears as he said this. She grabbed his arm,
"So..."
"So I guess I find a job."
"...I'm sorry."
"Don't say that Mand, it's not like I didn't have a part in it."
She laughed, moving into kiss him, when she saw me. Her face paled for a moment, then she held out her free hand to me. I took it, squeezing the bony fingers. Dad turned his head, smiling at me,
"So, you know any place in need of help?"
I was just about to speak when Christina's red corvette came speeding down the road. She stopped abruptly and stormed out, huffing over to the front door without even looking at us.