Ok, here's the thing – I'm completely bored of the stories I've written. I know, it's a terrible thing, right? I've tried my best to update each story and I've gotten at least a paragraph written for each story but I just can't get anything else to come to me before I grow bored with them. So, here's another story that has captured my interests :) Hopefully I can finish this one off and get some muse for my other stories but that's just a hope I suppose. But you should be at least happy to know that I have the entire plot written out directly below this, not that you'll see it but I shouldn't even be able to claim writers block for this story and if I do feel free to remind me of what I just typed and e-kick my friggin ass, ok?

It always seemed to be raining lately. It wasn't really a bad thing, it was just something that Chris had noted since it was currently the sixth day that it had rained in a row. It was actually rather soothing to watch the rain pelt against his bedroom window and roll down before disappearing but it still left rain tracks on the clear glass that was fogging up from Chris's breath. He was sitting on the sill and staring out at the city that was lit up even at night. When a door shut Chris looked down to his grandfather getting out of his car but Chris could also vaguely make out the figure of a girl in the passenger's seat. It was actually rather disgusting that even his grandfather had a better love life than he did and he's the seventeen-year-old.

The man was fifty-two and was still getting girls who were in the twenties and Chris thought it was the most disgusting thing in the world. It was just too bad that his grandfather was too blind to see that they only wanted his money and gifts and not him. They stuck around just long enough to have the debt paid off and to be given thousand dollar jewelry before they ditched to find a young hot guy to mess around with. He didn't blame them either. Hell, if he could get away from his grandfather that easily he probably would too. After seven years with the man he was finally done and just wanted to move as far away from San Francisco as he possibly could. Maybe somewhere like Maine? New York? He wasn't sure but he did know that he rather liked city life but San Francisco just wasn't his home anymore. Not for seven years.

Seven years ago his mother had been murdered while Chris was spending the night with a friend. The more Chris thought about it, the more it seemed like she knew it was going to happen. She had been the one to pressure him to spend the night with his friend and she had also insisted that he wear her favorite necklace and that he didn't take it off once. To this day Chris still wore the necklace; he was still too afraid to remove it from around his neck. Plus, it was a beautiful necklace and Chris had always been in love with it from as far back as he could even remember so he had no problems wearing it every day since then.

"Chris, are you here?" The deep voice rang out in the silent apartment and Chris sighed lightly through his nose and thought about staying silent before he huffed and spoke up.

"Yes grandpa, I'm in my room," Chris said loudly and he could hear the heavy footsteps nearing his door before it was pushed open and his grandfather held up a white bag that held Chris's supper with a smile. "I hope that's my cheeseburger, fries, and strawberry shake."

"It is," Shawn Perry said with a small chuckle as he handed him the bag and then the plastic cup that held his strawberry shake. "So, I'm going out tonight but I shouldn't be out too late."

Chris simply nodded and took the bag and drink. "Thanks and alright. I'll be here."

"You should go out Chris, have some fun." Shawn spoke and Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Remember the last time you told me to go out? That ended real well."

"Then try not to have that much fun again," Shawn said as he gestured towards Chris's swollen stomach. "The last thing I need is for that one to get a fraternal twin."

Chris chuckled lightly at him but shook his head. "I'm just gonna hang around here tonight, I'm not feeling so hot."

"Alright, we'll get to bed soon. I'll be back later." Shawn said and Chris nodded and a moment later Shawn left the apartment altogether and Chris looked down at his stomach.

"Guess it's just you and me buddy."

With that he got up and made his way into the kitchen to get a plate. After he had his plate with the food he headed into the living room to lounge on the couch and watch a movie. Eventually he decided on Sleepless Nights, one of his favorite movies...at least since he found out that he was pregnant because oddly enough it was pretty similar to his own situation. A girl slept with the most popular guy in the school and wound up pregnant but the guy denied the entire thing and well...Chris really only focused on that main part since it was his own story. Except for the fact that the most popular guy in the school was wasted off his ass and doesn't even remember arriving at the party, much less quick clumsy drunken sex.

Chris had to learn that the hard way when he approached Wyatt shortly after finding out he was pregnant only to find that Wyatt didn't even know his name. Talk about embarrassing. After that quick conversation Chris decided to keep it his own little secret and refused to tell anyone who the father was, not even his grandfather. It was embarrassing enough that the father didn't even remember making the baby; the last thing that Chris wanted was to be rejected and called a whore by said popular guy and have it spread around the school. Even pregnant no one really noticed him and they all left him alone and Chris loved it that way.

A vibrating drew his attention to his phone that was lying on the couch a couple inches away from him, right where he left it nearly two hours ago. With a sigh he grabbed it and saw that he had a new text from Joel, his best friend and the same one who convinced him to go to the party where he ended up pregnant. Chris went to parties, sure, but he wasn't an avid partier and preferred not to drink and do something he would later regret. Which he found out that he could manage without a single drink in his system so it didn't really matter either way.

'Hey. Party tonight at my house, wanna come?'

"Yes, a five month pregnant person would love to go." Chris muttered before he popped a small fry into his mouth and dropped the phone onto the couch, not bothering to reply. If Joel actually wanted him to go he would text him a second time, specifically asking Chris if he wanted to come and that was when Chris would say no. He huffed when his phone vibrated yet again and was tempted to just turn it off but knew he would end up talking to Joel later.

'Yo Chris! You gonna come?'

"No! I do not want to go!" Chris snapped at his phone before he picked it up and texted his exact words to his best friend and dropped his phone back in its spot. Chris glanced over at his phone when his ringtone for Joel went off and then glanced back at the TV. "Damn it."

Chris set his plate on the nightstand and went into his bedroom to change before he headed over to Joel's for at least ten minutes so he would leave him alone. Once he was dressed he grabbed his plate and made his way out of the apartment, locking the door behind him.

So much for a lazy night by himself.