(((This is part of the Spam in the Oven challenge by QueenOfTheSpazes. It's going to be like the movie Juno, so bear with me. Also bear with me with the fact that I promised not to do any stories until DOAPT is done and broke that promise twice. Thank you all.)))
Sam's POV
I can't believe I'm going to say this, but, it started with a couch. More importantly, Carly's couch. She was sleeping over at Missy's house, as they stayed in contact. I didn't mean to sleep with Spencer, but that's what happened. We were watching TiVo, and I saw the Blaire Witch Project.
"The Blaire Witch Project!" I squealed. "I think we should watch this."
I had told my mom I was sleeping over at Carly's but didn't realize she was sleeping over at Missy's. Spencer invited me to stay, so I did. He was about to change it to the Blaire Witch Project, but I stopped him.
"Let's make out," I said.
"What?!" he cried. I was his kid sister's best friend—sixteen years old, I might add. He was twenty-nine. Why was I so attracted to him? Maybe it's because I thought he was funny, and I always like a good artist. In fact, we were in a band together—him, Socko, Tyler, and me. The only girl in an all-boys band. I played drums, which is good, considering no one else would pick up a drumstick, let alone play.
"Yeah. Come one, Carly's not home, it's just you and me…in the dark." I was trying to hint I wanted something more, and he seemed to get it. He positioned himself—naked—on the couch. I already had my shorts off and slipped out of my underwear. I walked over to where he sat and positioned myself close to him. I got extremely close and let my head go beside his, so that our heads were parallel.
"I've wanted this for a really long time," Spencer said, and I wasn't sure if he meant from me or just wanted it in general.
"Yeah." I said it simply just to fill the silence that had settled.
"Wizard," he said. Slowly we started to…
The sound of a dog barking brought me back to reality. I was standing outside my shabby house, close to the neighbor's house. Apparently Mrs. O'Connor had to get the freakin' loudest dog on earth, and anmed him Banana. Why? Hell if I know. But the barking drove me so mad I could spit.
"Geez, Banana! Shut your friggin' gob, okay?!" I finally yelled at the dog, and he whimpered. I was looking at the most magnificent discarded living room set I had ever seen in my life. It looked exactly like Carly's in every way.
I was on a mission. My mission, you may ask? My mission was to walk through Seattle to Dancing Elk Drug and buy a pregnancy test—my third one today. I had a huge Sunny D carton I was drinking out of to make me have to pee—badly. I walked the three blocks to the drugstore slowly, so that I could make sure I really had to go once I got there.
Walking down the street, the over obsessed Marathon For Life runners ran by. I careened myself through the adults, careful not to stand too close. Spencer was one of them, but he wasn't with them yet. They had to run by his house for him to join in.
My walks to the drugstore were a little different. I was always an unusual girl, and taking a walk was no different. I tried for the umpteenth time to hitchhike, and someone actually slowed: the jocks.
They were driving a car, and they slowed down, Alexander Maxwell gawking at me. "Puckett," he said tauntingly.
"Maxwell," I said back.
"You need a ride?" he asked to taunt me. The light turned green and already they were driving away, laughing all the way.
"Not from you meat puppets," I called. I figured it was much better to walk than to get a ride from them. Not that I'd want them there when I found out my fate. It was better to do it alone.
Alone. That made me shudder. How would Spencer react to all this? I never thought that through. Suppose I was pregnant. Suppose inside my sixteen year old body was a twenty-nine year old man's baby. I shuddered at the thought of me having practically a pedophile's baby. Pedophile. The word didn't come close to describing Spencer. Not even close.
I hadn't told Carly I had the hots for her brother. That would be too weird to do. But if I was pregnant, she'd find out eventually, right? I mean, when people get pregnant, usually an offspring results.
Whoa. An offspring. That was scary to think about.
Apparently I was faster than the runners, because they caught up to me. One of them hit me in the shoulder and made me spill some of my Sunny D. I rolled my eyes, took another swig, and wiped my mouth with my sleeve as I shut the lid to the canister. I had a lot to think about. Sighing, I took another drink.
Okay, that was a bad plan. What was I thinking? Now, Spencer might be arrested for impregnating a sixteen-year-old girl when he was an adult. This is so Jamie Lynn Spears. Cliché.
As I walked to the drugstore, I put my headphones in my ears and played my favorite:
If I was a flower growing wild and free,
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honeybee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and green…
As this was going on, I stopped walking a bit and turned down the volume. I didn't need any pesky spies. Play.
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves.
If I was a flower growing wild and free,
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honeybee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and green…
If I made a movie of my life, I'd call it Sam. Simple and easy. Like me.
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves.
Whoa, I am not easy. Easy in brains, yes. Easy in bed? Not so much.
All I want is you, will you be my bride?
Take me by the hand and stand by my side.
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
I heard birds chirping as I tried to clear my head of all thoughts of me being 'easy'. Having 'it' with Spencer was the biggest decision of my life. But I loved him, and isn't that all that mattered?
If only it were that simple.
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
I get seasick. I don't like this line. Hey, seasickness is like morning sickness. Oh, God.
If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
Water? Like amniotic fluid? How does all this relate back to pregnancy?
If you were a winter, I'd be the snow,
Just as long as you were with me when the cold winds blow.
Crap. That reminds me of the night this happened. It was cold in the living room, and I wanted the heat on bad. I don't think Spencer liked me; he probably invited me to stay because he felt bad for me and my loneliness. His mistake. Whoops.
As I approached the drugstore, I took a long, final swig of my Sunny D, threw it away, and stepped inside. Third one today. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone I knew was watching, then stepped inside. Here goes nothing.
(((I know you were expecting her to find out in this chapter, but I got things to do, honey. By the way, I have nothing personal against Jamie Lynn Spears. In fact, I respect her decisions to keep and raise Maddie. That takes a lot of nerve to do. So that's it. See ya. PART OF THE SPAM IN THE OVEN CHALLENGE BY QUEENOFSPAZES!!!!)))