Rosary Tucked Inside Her Lingerie
Chapter Fourteen
@four months later [like Jan. ummm how bout 6th.]@
i slid down on the bathroom floor sobbing.
no, cant be ... but that means ... i cried some more.
"Candy? you okay?" Ryan popped into the bathroom.
i shooked my head. he slid down next to me. "Ry-ryan ..." i cried on him.
"+sigh+ whats wrong hun?" he put an arm around my shoulder.
"pa-promise you won't freak?" i sobbed.
"... okay."
"+sniff+im pre-pregant."
wowza!
i saw Ryan face go from 'whats wrong' to a 'what the fuck'.
"Ryan?"
"ima kill Brendon."
"why?!"
"you too! how can you---i can't even think about it!" he yelled.
"wait---no Ryan! i never ... er ... had sex with Brendon." i sniffed.
"huh?" Ryan said, a little confused. "but how ... oh! sorry about that. now i gotta kill Brent."
"Ryan ..."
"yea Candy?"
"what about Brendon?"
"what about him?"
i pointed to my stomach.
"oh ... dont worry. im sure you two be will fine."
"but what if he freaks? what if he leaves me? what if---"
"if he leaves you, i go back to being lead singer. no way he'll get away with leaving you because of this. but dont think about that. hes not like that." Ryan reassured.
"well what about George?" i asked remembering last week when he caught me kissing Brendon. i still had the brusies.
"dont worry Candy. no way that douche is gotta hurt my sister or my neice slash nephew." he hugged me. "you gonna tell the others?"
"yea, gimme time."
next day, Monday, lunch.
i decided to tell everyone at lunch. plus Liana was skipping english to chill with us.
i should tell Brendon first right?
i walked with Kacey to our usual table.
"Brendon? can i talk to you?" i asked.
"sure."
"alone?"
he nodded and we walked into the hallway.
"wassup Skittles?" he tucked apiece oif hair behind my ear.
"im ... im pregant." i flinched.
"whats with the flinching? im not gonna hit you."
"are you mad?"
"you? no. Brent? hells yes." he said.
"so you're okay?"
"me yea. you? dont look like you are." he said.
"i was kinda afraid that you ..."
"that i would leave you? why? you need all the help you can get, so that would look shitty if i did."
"thanks Brendon."
"no problem Skittles. now lets tell our er wonderful friends
i slid down on the bathroom floor sobbing.
no, cant be ... but that means ... i cried some more.
"Candy? you okay?" Ryan popped into the bathroom.
i shooked my head. he slid down next to me. "Ry-ryan ..." i cried on him.
"+sigh+ whats wrong hun?" he put an arm around my shoulder.
"pa-promise you won't freak?" i sobbed.
"... okay."
"+sniff+im pre-pregant."
wowza!
i saw Ryan face go from 'whats wrong' to a 'what the fuck'.
"Ryan?"
"ima kill Brendon."
"why?!"
"you too! how can you---i can't even think about it!" he yelled.
"wait---no Ryan! i never ... er ... had sex with Brendon." i sniffed.
"huh?" Ryan said, a little confused. "but how ... oh! sorry about that. now i gotta kill Brent."
"Ryan ..."
"yea Candy?"
"what about Brendon?"
"what about him?"
i pointed to my stomach.
"oh ... dont worry. im sure you two be will fine."
"but what if he freaks? what if he leaves me? what if---"
"if he leaves you, i go back to being lead singer. no way he'll get away with leaving you because of this. but dont think about that. hes not like that." Ryan reassured.
"well what about George?" i asked remembering last week when he caught me kissing Brendon. i still had the brusies.
"dont worry Candy. no way that douche is gotta hurt my sister or my neice slash nephew." he hugged me. "you gonna tell the others?"
"yea, gimme time."
next day, Monday, lunch.
i decided to tell everyone at lunch. plus Liana was skipping english to chill with us.
i should tell Brendon first right?
i walked with Kacey to our usual table.
"Brendon? can i talk to you?" i asked.
"sure."
"alone?"
he nodded and we walked into the hallway.
"wassup Skittles?" he tucked apiece oif hair behind my ear.
"im ... im pregant." i flinched.
"whats with the flinching? im not gonna hit you."
"are you mad?"
"you? no. Brent? hells yes." he said.
"so you're okay?"
"me yea. you? dont look like you are." he said.
"i was kinda afraid that you ..."
"that i would leave you? why? you need all the help you can get, so that would look shitty if i did."
"thanks Brendon."
"no problem Skittles. now lets tell our er wonderful friends