Title: Seasons of Love
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: Two - Who I Am Hates Who I've Been Part 1
Summary: Its the gangs senior year.
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Disclaimer(s): I don't own anything but the idea. I think Discover Kids owns all the characters so far... I'll say if I own anything else. Based off of RENT's "Seasons of Love".
Melissa smiled softly as she and Jackson sat at the malt shop, watching Nathan lead Daley outside and down the street home, and, since Taylor and Eric had already left, they were alone.
Melissa looked over at Jackson and turned red as she quickly hung her head away from him. He chuckled nervously, staring down at the ground and scratched the back of his neck sceptically.
She pulled a few dollars from her tan and brown camoflouge colored purse and slammed it on the table as she stood up. "I better go," she muttered and took her leave, going the opposite way of Daley and Nathan.
He sat there in restless silence, yerning to follow her, but knew better. He groaned inwardly and counted her change she had left, to find she had put one too many dollars on the table. He smiled to himself as he sat there, thinking up a plan.
29Dwn
Taylor stood pacing in her bathroom as she awaited the five minutes anxiously. Eric stood outside the door, surprisingly, quiet to give her peace and space.
She glaced at the clock on the bathroom wall and took a deep, soothing breath as she closed her eyes, before picking up the pregnancy test. The bathroom started to echo her sobs off the tile walls. Dropping the stick in the sink, she stumbled to the door and opened it to fall into his arms, nodding her head against his chest.
Eric encaved her in his arms and gently stroked her back in comfort to calm her. He stood there, pressed against the wall, letting the shock sink in that his girlfriend was pregnant.
After a few moments, he slowly led her to her room and set her down on her bed to rest, grabbing the cordless pink, Taylor had everything pink, phone off her desk.
"What are you doing?" she asked werily, rubbing her aching stomach to ease it.
"Calling your doctor," he stated calmly, plopping down next to her on the bed and sat up, placing his free hand on her thigh while waiting for someone to pick up. "Hi. This is Eric McGorril. I'd like to make an appointment for Taylor Hagan." At this, Taylor groaned painfully just thinking about what her doctor would tell her parents and what they would say about this sudden situation. "Yes, that will be fine... Okay, thank you." With that, Eric hung up and patted her thigh, leaning down and pecking her forehead in comfort.
He laid down next to her and she took his hands in hers, staring down at them and placed them on her stomach as she looked into his fearless eyes. She closed her eyes, her face turning despressed and scared.
"Taylor," he sighed, his barrier of confidence shattering slowly before him as he watched her lay there crying. He pulled their hands from her stomach and set them on the pillow their heads lay upon. She looked back at him and shook her head in denial. He kissed her lips gently and just lay there with her in comforting silence they both would need.
29Dwn
Nathan placed Daley in her bed gingerly, tucking her covers around her to keep her warm as Lex walked into the room.
"Nathan... what happened to Daley?" Lex asked in concern, rushing to his sister's side.
"I think she's getting the flu... maybe a cold. I'm not sure really," Nathan replied with a shrug, gently brush Daley'a hair back with his hand. He looked over at Lex, whose mood seemed to have drop tremendously in that small answer, and he quickly added, "But I'm sure she'll be fine." Lex just nodded, leaving the two alone.
Nathan took Daley's hand in his, kissed it tenderly, then walked away, leaving her to rest. But as soon as the door closed, she shook awake, sitting up abrutly to an aching temple and groaned.
29Dwn
Jackson found Melissa sitting onna swing, gently gliding back and forth, her feet barely touching the ground. She seemed as if she were frustrated at something or someone and pushed all her anger into the pumping of her legs.
He chuckled slightly, leaning against the pole attached to the swings, at her actions. "Melissa, you left this at the malt shop," he informed, now calm and collected, holding up a few dollars bills in his hand as she came to an unstabled stop.
She snatched it from him, grabbing her carrier bag off the ground and started to storm off with mumbled, "Thanks."
He sighed, watching her leave and just stood there for the second time that night. He had let Melissa go, but could his feelings? He shrugged, trying to act carelessly towards the brooding Asian and headed home.