Nine Months of Hell Chapter 2
It has been two weeks since the night that Lauren slept over at the Taylor's. So far no one has found out or even questioned what went on or may have gone on in Randy's room that night.
Randy was sitting at the dining room table finishing up his Biology homework when the phone rang. Jill hollered she had it.
'Randy, telephone!' Jill bellowed a few seconds later. 'And make it snappy, I'm expecting a call from Patty' she added, just as loudly.
'Okay' Randy yelled back.
'Hello?' Randy answered the phone.
It was Lauren. The two hadn't really spoken much since that night. Not necessarily by choice, but more out of fear of their parents thinking something fishy is up between them.
'Randy, we need to talk. Can I meet you at the Baskin Robbins on Washington in about an hour?' Lauren answered rather hastily.
'Sure. How do you propose I get there? I don't have my license yet Lauren.' Randy said in a wiseass tone of voice.
'I don't know. Ride a bike or something.' Lauren answered snippily.
'Yeah, in the middle of March. I'll freeze my butt off by the time I get there.' Randy replied back, in the same wiseass tone.
Lauren started to say something, but he stopped her.
'Never mind what I just said, I'll be there in an hour. I'll be frozen and have snotcicles coming out of my nostrils, but I'll be there.' Randy said all to seriously.
'Mom, dad, I'm meeting Lauren at the Baskin Robbins. I'm taking my bike, and I'll be back around 6 or so.' Randy stated, without waiting for either of them to give any clearance for this event.
Out the door he tore, and within a few minutes his bike was flying out of the Taylor driveway like a lime green bat out of hell.
At the Baskin Robbins, Lauren sat waiting, staring out the window, looking for any sign of her boyfriend.
Then just as it started to snow, she saw something go whizzing past the front of the store. A few minutes later, in walked Randy, with what appeared to be a bad case of dandruff, but was really just snow collected on his head.
'Hey, I didn't see your bike out there Lauren. Where is it?' Randy asked, concerned.
'I got my mom to drop me off on her way to the mall. I'll give her a call when we get finished here, and she can pick us up. She has the truck with her, so you can even take your bike home' said Lauren between bites of what appeared to be half melted vanilla ice cream with strawberry syrup, and gummy bears thrown in.
'So, what can I get you son?' asked the elderly gentleman behind the counter.
'Uhh…just give me a Jamoca cone' said Randy, only half interested in the ice cream.
'So, Lauren, what is it we need to talk about' Randy said, turning his attention to his girlfriend.
She looked like she'd been crying.
'I don't really know how to put this gently, so I'll just be frank with you' Lauren said worriedly. 'I missed my period for this month. So yesterday afternoon I bought a pregnancy test at Walgreens. Randy, it came back positive' Lauren managed to say through sobs.
'Well, uh, those things aren't fool proof Lauren. The meter could just be messed up or something' stuttered Randy.
'Randy, that may explain the test for you, but how do you explain me missing my period? Are you going to say my body is just messed up' Lauren questioned.
'Okay, so maybe the thing isn't screwed up. So, does anyone except me and Johnny Sunshine here know about this?' Randy asked.
'No, I wanted to tell you first' whispered Lauren.
'Well, we have to tell someone. I mean, as the weeks go by and you keep getting fatter and fatter, I think your parents will notice'. Randy smiled.
'Oh, sure, make jokes about this'. Lauren said as she rolled her eyes.
'Okay, so a pregnant woman and a pregnancy test walk into a Baskin Robbins, and one orders a Jamocha cone with pickles and mustard and the other or-' jokes Randy.
'I'm serious about this. We have to tell somebody. But who?' wondered Lauren.
'Well, your father is out, he'd pound my balls flat with a wooden hammer. Your mother would probably just rip my balls out with her bare hands if she found out'. Randy started to continue, but was interrupted by the old man.
'I need to go home, so I'll give you all another 5 minutes to get out of here' the man says.
Randy just ignored him.
'Well, my mom would be just as irate, though she would spare me the pain of having my balls ripped out or pounded flat. I say we tell my dad first. He'll know what to do' said Randy.
'Wait'. Lauren said, almost inaudibly due to a mouth full of ice cream. 'What about that neighbor of yours next door. That uh…what's his name…Wilson! He would know the best way for us to tell your dad, so he doesn't lose it either'.
'Great idea Lauren' said Randy, very audible, due to the fact his ice cream hadn't even been touched yet.
'Well, it's settled then. We'll tell Wilson, and then tell your dad'. Then we can tell my parents and your mom at the same time'. Lauren said, eyeing Randy's cone.
'Are you going to finish that ice cream Randy' Lauren inquired politely.
'No, you can go ahead and have it' answered Randy.
'Excuse me sir' Lauren asked the old man as she dumped the Jamocha ice cream out of Randy's cone into her bowl. 'Do you have any pickles back there?'
A/N: Sorry if some of the information on Lauren's "feminine issues" is incorrect. I'm a guy, so I have next to no knowledge of periods, and seeing as how I've never been pregnant or even thought I was pregnant, I have no idea about pregnancy tests either. Please R&R.
P.S. I hope this chapter is better than the first one was. I'm still not too sure whether or not this fic will make it or not. Maybe I just need to get a few chapters into it.
Yours truly, Randy Taylor.