Hi people! Just finished catching up on some reading. Great stories to everyone whose fics I read.
This may or may not be considered a sequal to He Made It Worthwhile. It could be because Jamie &
Caitie are married. You'll see. Don't own the show!
Dear Diary,
Boy does this feel corny! I haven't done this since second grade. But I have no one to talk to. With
Val away at college and all my other friends gone. I can't believe I lost touch with them so soon.
It's only been a few months since we graduated and their all gone. I feel lonely. And I can't talk
to my parents. I know what they'd say. "Caitie, we told you not to get married when you were 18. We
said it was a mistake. Now you'll have to handle it on your own." Ha! They don't know half of what
I go through. I never knew being married could be so hard! The first two months it was great.
The honeymoon stage is what Val called it on the phone. It was true though. After our fun and games,
reality came full force. Now every little thing is a constant battle. Fights every night. He hasn't
hit me but I feel like hitting him. What happened to honor and cherish you? I wonder. I don't know
how much more I can take. Everything I do is wrong. I can't cook, keep house! Ugh! Well he's home
from work so I better get going. He'll want dinner if I can make it right.
Always,
Caitie
Caitie rolled off her queen size bed and tromped out to the living/dining room area. Jamie smiled
in greeting. He shut the apartment door.
"Hi. You're home early." Caitie said dully. She plopped down on the couch and turned on the T.V.
Jamie planted a kiss on the top of her head. Caitie smiled. He was in a good mood. It was weird
since he always came home a little annoyed at the world. Caitie sighed as she leaned back on the
couch and studied Jamie. He was puttering around the kitchen, looking for something. Caitie stared
at him with lonely dark eyes. What had happened to her Jamie? What had happened to their marriage?
Maybe it was just hard times but this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Caitie believed in happily
ever after.
Jamie could see Caitie staring intently at him through the corner of his eye. He pretended not to
notice. Jamie glanced down at the coffee cup clenched in his hand. His gold wedding band caught
the light and sparkled. Jamie ran his hand through his still spikey hair. Wedding. That had been
the fun part. Now it was fights all the time over stupid little things. Was it his fault he didn't
like Caitie nagging him? Was that what a wife was supposed to do? He didn't know. He'd never been
married before. Maybe everyone was supposed to play it by ear.
"What's for dinner?" He called to the living room. Caitie groaned and shrugged.
"I don't know. I didn't feel like making anything."
"So we aren't eating tonight?" Jamie said slowly. He stepped out into the living room to glare at Caitie,
who was avoiding his gaze.
"I have to go grocery shopping to get food." Caitie stood up and looked at Jamie. Her handsome,
gorgeous husband had turned into someone she didn't like to be around.
"Okay. Go ahead."
"All by myself?" Caitie batted her eyelashes. Jamie seemed to ignore it. It used to win him over
everytime. "Fine." She ripped the car keys off the counter. Jamie winced as tires squealed on the
street below.
Caitie flung open the door. Jamie's feet were propped up on the coffee table, the T.V was on and
he was asleep. She wrestled her bags onto the counter. Jamie didn't move. Caitie ripped open the
drawer under the stove. Still no movement from her wonderful husband. She pulled out a large
frying pan and slammed in down on the stove top. Jamie jolted up, his eyes darted around the
room. They fell on Caitie, cluthing the pan and trying to look innocent.
"What was that?" Jamie demanded. He stood up and stomped over. Caitie rolled her eyes.
"I'm making dinner. Problems, dear?" She smiled sweetly. Her dark hair spilled down into her eyes.
With a huff, she marched off to the bedroom, Jamie right behind her.
"What's with all the noise?" Jamie growled. Caitie glared in the direction of his voice. She was
bent over, pulling her brunette locks into a bun.
"I'm making dinner." She repeated. Caitie stalked back to the kitchen. "Hand me that bag." Jamie
shoved it over obidently. He could see the fight was coming. Caitie was breading pieces of meat
and tossing them into the pan.
"You had to make so much noise?" Jamie pulled up a chair and watched Caitie make a salad. She didn't
even look up.
"Sor-ry! I'll try to be silent next time. You know being a mime just wasn't my thing." Her statement
dripped with sarcasim. She flung the head of lettuce back in the fridge.
"I was trying to sleep!" Jamie rubbed his forehead. A headache was pulsing behind his eyebrow. It
always did that when he was tired and fighting with his bride.
"You sleep at night!" Caitie shouted. Jamie shoved his hands into his spikes and sighed in exasperation.
"I work all day! I come home, just wanting some peace and quiet but no! I have to put up with you
and your complaining!" Caitie stiffened and spun around. Jamie stood up. She stood in front of
him, her nose practically touching his.
"I'm sick of YOUR complaining! 'Caitie, I'm tired. Where's my dinner?!' Jeez! Did you ever think
about me! I work too! And then I have to come here and babysit!" Jamie raised his eyebrows.
"Like being a waitress is so hard."
"And being a mechanic is?" Jamie sighed. The fight was going nowhere, like usual. Caitie gave him
a pained expression before returning to the kitchen. Jamie followed behind her. He could hear her
sniffling.
"Caitie..." He said softly. She turned around.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry. I hate fighting with you. It's just...I don't know." Jamie admitted, accepting Caitie
into his arms. She leaned her head on his chest and listened to his heart.
"So do you think we can try and work things out?" Caitie asked quietly.
"I don't know how. Maybe we need counseling." At that suggestion, Caitie shoved him away and stared
in disgust.
"We don't need anyone's help. We can do this! I'm not going to a shrink." She cried and walked away.
Jamie sighed in defeat and went to watch T.V.
A Few Weeks Later
Dear Diary,
Things have improved a little. The fights are now about more important things: the remote, dishes,
dinner, work, dirty clothes on the floor and leaving the seat up. Oh and wet wash clothes on the
side of the tub. But Jamie tries to understand, only lately things have been worse. I've been
especially moody and irritable. I can see he puts up with it as best he can. I know this marriage
isn't what we expected. Fairy tales where my idea but I'm seeing a flaw in that whole plan. My
period should be due. Maybe that's why I'm in such a bad mood. Jamie does accuse me alot of PMSing.
Men. They never understand the menstrual cycle at all. Oh well. I feel a little sick. Better go
lay down.
Always,
Caitie
Caitie slipped the black book under the corner of the mattress and rolled onto her back. Just as
she was getting comfortable, the phone rang.
"Hello." Caitie felt her stomach heave and she gagged. The person on the other line didn't seem to
notice.
"Caitie! It's Val! How are you doing? It's been so long." Val squeal and Caitie nodded, afraid if
she spoke, she'd lose her breakfast.
"Val, hi." She gulped. Caitie tried to sound normal but of course, Val could tell something wasn't
right.
"What's the matter?" Val's face clouded with concern. Tyler gave her a What's-Wrong look but she
just held up her finger. Her secret live-in boyfriend nodded. No one knew that Tyler and Val lived
together. It was a bit of a very well kept secret.
"I feel sick."
"Oh gosh. What are your symptoms?"
"Nausea (spelling. ya know what i mean? when u feel like u have to throw up) headache, nothing
special."
"Are you coming down with something?"
"Maybe." Caitie growled. She was a little tired of Val's stupid wanna-be doctor questions. "I might
just be getting a visit from Aunt Flow soon. She's running behind."
"What?" Val shrieked. Tyler glared. Caitie winced.
"What?" Caitie snapped.
"Skipping a period, feeling sick. Caitie how could you be so dumb! It all adds up."
"To...?"
"Caitie (tsk tsk) go down to the pharmacy and buy some pregancy tests and--"
"WHAT?!"
"Just do it. Take it and call me back."
"Val, don't be stupid. Me and Jamie are uh...smart in that area."
"Do it and call me back!" Val hung up and grinned at Tyler. He rolled his eyes and went back to
reading his paper.
Caitie stared at the phone in her hand. She sighed and laughed.
"I might as well humor Val." Caitie ran down to the corner store and bought a little box of pregnacy
tests. The guy ringing up her stuff gave her a look. Caitie ignored it and ran home.
She couldn't believe what she was staring at. There it lay on the counter, looking innocent enough,
until you looked at the two blue lines. They looked evil to Caitie. She heard keys jingling in
the front door. Jamie soft steps fell on her ears and a tear escaped her flooded eyes.
"Caitie? Are you here?" Jamie called. Caitie gulped down a sob.
"J-Jamie. In the b-bathroom." Caitie choked out. Jamie thought her voice sounded strange and some
worst case scenerios (spelling?) came to mind. He half ran through the bedroom. Caitie had her
hands covering her face. She sat on the edge of the toilet. Jamie kneeled down in front of her.
"What's the matter?" He asked gentley. Caitie looked at him through wet eyes and motioned toward
the sink. A thermometer looking thing was in it.
"I'm...I'm pregnant."
*Hey guys! Whoa did that suck! Well I'm might write more about this and include some about Val and
Tyler's little 'relationship' hehe don't go too hard on me. I know it's pretty awful.'
This may or may not be considered a sequal to He Made It Worthwhile. It could be because Jamie &
Caitie are married. You'll see. Don't own the show!
Dear Diary,
Boy does this feel corny! I haven't done this since second grade. But I have no one to talk to. With
Val away at college and all my other friends gone. I can't believe I lost touch with them so soon.
It's only been a few months since we graduated and their all gone. I feel lonely. And I can't talk
to my parents. I know what they'd say. "Caitie, we told you not to get married when you were 18. We
said it was a mistake. Now you'll have to handle it on your own." Ha! They don't know half of what
I go through. I never knew being married could be so hard! The first two months it was great.
The honeymoon stage is what Val called it on the phone. It was true though. After our fun and games,
reality came full force. Now every little thing is a constant battle. Fights every night. He hasn't
hit me but I feel like hitting him. What happened to honor and cherish you? I wonder. I don't know
how much more I can take. Everything I do is wrong. I can't cook, keep house! Ugh! Well he's home
from work so I better get going. He'll want dinner if I can make it right.
Always,
Caitie
Caitie rolled off her queen size bed and tromped out to the living/dining room area. Jamie smiled
in greeting. He shut the apartment door.
"Hi. You're home early." Caitie said dully. She plopped down on the couch and turned on the T.V.
Jamie planted a kiss on the top of her head. Caitie smiled. He was in a good mood. It was weird
since he always came home a little annoyed at the world. Caitie sighed as she leaned back on the
couch and studied Jamie. He was puttering around the kitchen, looking for something. Caitie stared
at him with lonely dark eyes. What had happened to her Jamie? What had happened to their marriage?
Maybe it was just hard times but this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Caitie believed in happily
ever after.
Jamie could see Caitie staring intently at him through the corner of his eye. He pretended not to
notice. Jamie glanced down at the coffee cup clenched in his hand. His gold wedding band caught
the light and sparkled. Jamie ran his hand through his still spikey hair. Wedding. That had been
the fun part. Now it was fights all the time over stupid little things. Was it his fault he didn't
like Caitie nagging him? Was that what a wife was supposed to do? He didn't know. He'd never been
married before. Maybe everyone was supposed to play it by ear.
"What's for dinner?" He called to the living room. Caitie groaned and shrugged.
"I don't know. I didn't feel like making anything."
"So we aren't eating tonight?" Jamie said slowly. He stepped out into the living room to glare at Caitie,
who was avoiding his gaze.
"I have to go grocery shopping to get food." Caitie stood up and looked at Jamie. Her handsome,
gorgeous husband had turned into someone she didn't like to be around.
"Okay. Go ahead."
"All by myself?" Caitie batted her eyelashes. Jamie seemed to ignore it. It used to win him over
everytime. "Fine." She ripped the car keys off the counter. Jamie winced as tires squealed on the
street below.
Caitie flung open the door. Jamie's feet were propped up on the coffee table, the T.V was on and
he was asleep. She wrestled her bags onto the counter. Jamie didn't move. Caitie ripped open the
drawer under the stove. Still no movement from her wonderful husband. She pulled out a large
frying pan and slammed in down on the stove top. Jamie jolted up, his eyes darted around the
room. They fell on Caitie, cluthing the pan and trying to look innocent.
"What was that?" Jamie demanded. He stood up and stomped over. Caitie rolled her eyes.
"I'm making dinner. Problems, dear?" She smiled sweetly. Her dark hair spilled down into her eyes.
With a huff, she marched off to the bedroom, Jamie right behind her.
"What's with all the noise?" Jamie growled. Caitie glared in the direction of his voice. She was
bent over, pulling her brunette locks into a bun.
"I'm making dinner." She repeated. Caitie stalked back to the kitchen. "Hand me that bag." Jamie
shoved it over obidently. He could see the fight was coming. Caitie was breading pieces of meat
and tossing them into the pan.
"You had to make so much noise?" Jamie pulled up a chair and watched Caitie make a salad. She didn't
even look up.
"Sor-ry! I'll try to be silent next time. You know being a mime just wasn't my thing." Her statement
dripped with sarcasim. She flung the head of lettuce back in the fridge.
"I was trying to sleep!" Jamie rubbed his forehead. A headache was pulsing behind his eyebrow. It
always did that when he was tired and fighting with his bride.
"You sleep at night!" Caitie shouted. Jamie shoved his hands into his spikes and sighed in exasperation.
"I work all day! I come home, just wanting some peace and quiet but no! I have to put up with you
and your complaining!" Caitie stiffened and spun around. Jamie stood up. She stood in front of
him, her nose practically touching his.
"I'm sick of YOUR complaining! 'Caitie, I'm tired. Where's my dinner?!' Jeez! Did you ever think
about me! I work too! And then I have to come here and babysit!" Jamie raised his eyebrows.
"Like being a waitress is so hard."
"And being a mechanic is?" Jamie sighed. The fight was going nowhere, like usual. Caitie gave him
a pained expression before returning to the kitchen. Jamie followed behind her. He could hear her
sniffling.
"Caitie..." He said softly. She turned around.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry. I hate fighting with you. It's just...I don't know." Jamie admitted, accepting Caitie
into his arms. She leaned her head on his chest and listened to his heart.
"So do you think we can try and work things out?" Caitie asked quietly.
"I don't know how. Maybe we need counseling." At that suggestion, Caitie shoved him away and stared
in disgust.
"We don't need anyone's help. We can do this! I'm not going to a shrink." She cried and walked away.
Jamie sighed in defeat and went to watch T.V.
A Few Weeks Later
Dear Diary,
Things have improved a little. The fights are now about more important things: the remote, dishes,
dinner, work, dirty clothes on the floor and leaving the seat up. Oh and wet wash clothes on the
side of the tub. But Jamie tries to understand, only lately things have been worse. I've been
especially moody and irritable. I can see he puts up with it as best he can. I know this marriage
isn't what we expected. Fairy tales where my idea but I'm seeing a flaw in that whole plan. My
period should be due. Maybe that's why I'm in such a bad mood. Jamie does accuse me alot of PMSing.
Men. They never understand the menstrual cycle at all. Oh well. I feel a little sick. Better go
lay down.
Always,
Caitie
Caitie slipped the black book under the corner of the mattress and rolled onto her back. Just as
she was getting comfortable, the phone rang.
"Hello." Caitie felt her stomach heave and she gagged. The person on the other line didn't seem to
notice.
"Caitie! It's Val! How are you doing? It's been so long." Val squeal and Caitie nodded, afraid if
she spoke, she'd lose her breakfast.
"Val, hi." She gulped. Caitie tried to sound normal but of course, Val could tell something wasn't
right.
"What's the matter?" Val's face clouded with concern. Tyler gave her a What's-Wrong look but she
just held up her finger. Her secret live-in boyfriend nodded. No one knew that Tyler and Val lived
together. It was a bit of a very well kept secret.
"I feel sick."
"Oh gosh. What are your symptoms?"
"Nausea (spelling. ya know what i mean? when u feel like u have to throw up) headache, nothing
special."
"Are you coming down with something?"
"Maybe." Caitie growled. She was a little tired of Val's stupid wanna-be doctor questions. "I might
just be getting a visit from Aunt Flow soon. She's running behind."
"What?" Val shrieked. Tyler glared. Caitie winced.
"What?" Caitie snapped.
"Skipping a period, feeling sick. Caitie how could you be so dumb! It all adds up."
"To...?"
"Caitie (tsk tsk) go down to the pharmacy and buy some pregancy tests and--"
"WHAT?!"
"Just do it. Take it and call me back."
"Val, don't be stupid. Me and Jamie are uh...smart in that area."
"Do it and call me back!" Val hung up and grinned at Tyler. He rolled his eyes and went back to
reading his paper.
Caitie stared at the phone in her hand. She sighed and laughed.
"I might as well humor Val." Caitie ran down to the corner store and bought a little box of pregnacy
tests. The guy ringing up her stuff gave her a look. Caitie ignored it and ran home.
She couldn't believe what she was staring at. There it lay on the counter, looking innocent enough,
until you looked at the two blue lines. They looked evil to Caitie. She heard keys jingling in
the front door. Jamie soft steps fell on her ears and a tear escaped her flooded eyes.
"Caitie? Are you here?" Jamie called. Caitie gulped down a sob.
"J-Jamie. In the b-bathroom." Caitie choked out. Jamie thought her voice sounded strange and some
worst case scenerios (spelling?) came to mind. He half ran through the bedroom. Caitie had her
hands covering her face. She sat on the edge of the toilet. Jamie kneeled down in front of her.
"What's the matter?" He asked gentley. Caitie looked at him through wet eyes and motioned toward
the sink. A thermometer looking thing was in it.
"I'm...I'm pregnant."
*Hey guys! Whoa did that suck! Well I'm might write more about this and include some about Val and
Tyler's little 'relationship' hehe don't go too hard on me. I know it's pretty awful.'