I'm WHAT?!
I walked down the empty hallway until I reached the door at the very end of it. I grabbed the door knob and opened the door. Great, now back down memory lane of all those times I'd get those stupid check ups at the doctor's when I was little. Not like my parents cared if I was okay or not. Nope. They could giva damn.
Yes, I finally convinced my mom to drive me to the doctor's so I can see why I've been so ill lately. Ya know, the vomiting thing. It's getting ridiculous. Something's wrong and I gotta know what! Yeah, so once I figure out what's wrong with me, I'll call up my mom and get her to come pick me up.
Anyway, I walked up to the receptionist's desk.... oh my gosh. I hope I'm not blushing. I really do! There's this really handsome boy about my age at the desk. He has black hair, and eyes as blue as the ocean... so beautiful those eyes are. He wore a red beret, which was placed ever-so-perfectly on his head; and had a white T-shirt underneath a black, collared vest; around his neck was a beautiful red scarf. Just every piece of clothing was placed on him ever-so-nicely, and every detail on him was ever-so-cute. ...Wait, why do I like this guy? I'm Paul's Boy. I shouldn't be liking this receptionist. Nope.
"Oh, hello." he smiled. ...That smile, so perfect. It made me have a warm feeling inside me. His voice made my heart skip a beat. It was at the perfect pitch. Not too high, not too low. Just right! Oh my gosh, I gotta know this guy's name! ....GAH! Stop liking this guy! Reader, knock sense into my head! Make these comments about him go away!
"Hi," I replied, after mentally freaking out at how cute he is and how much I'd love to know his name.
"Lemme guess," he said before I could speak, "You're Barry Upton Tomas, right?"
"Yeah, that's me..." How does he know my name, while I don't know his?? What is he, psychic?? "Um, how do you-"
"Know your name?" he interrupted. "I have to know who people are. I memorized some of the people by looking through their files. Ya know... just the name and the face."
"Oh, makes sense."
"I know exactly why you're here too. Well, I know why everyone comes here. Not that hard to guess, ya know?"
"Yeah," I chuckled, the cute (No, I didn't just call him cute for the millionth time already) receptionist joining me.
He (HA! Didn't call him cute!) handed me a clipboard with some papers on it, and a pen. "Just fill this out for me, please." He smiled that lovely smile again.
"Alright." I began filling it out. Yeah, just a bunch of crappy information to fill out, and all I could think was "what's this guy's (HA! Didn't call him cute again!) name??!" I didn't want to sound like a creep and ask him. I really didn't. Then it hit me... isn't he wearing a name tag? Don't NAME TAGS have NAMES ON THEM!? Secretly, while still writing out the information, my eyes shifted upward. Yes, there was a name tag. It read "Lucus Morrison. Receptionist." ...So his name's Lucus? Hmm, an appropriate name for him, indeed.
I finally finished filling out the information and handed the clipboard and pen back to Lucus. "Here you are, Lucus."
"I see you can read name tags," he laughed, taking the clipboard and pen from me.
"I can write too, see?"
He glanced at the papers. "Yeah, I see that."
We both laughed for a moment or two, then when our laughter ceased, Lucus said, "Well, it shouldn't be a long wait. Why don't you have a seat over there while you're waiting," he pointed towards all the seats behind me.
"Alright." I began to turn around, but I stopped when Lucus spoke again.
"By the way, I know where you live."
WHAT?! Okay, is he a pedophile person thing?? "Excuse me?" I turned back around to face him.
He laughed, "Sorry, what I meant by that was, I see you go in your house everyday. Just coincidence we live right near by. I live right across the street from you."
"Really? I didn't know that."
"Yeah, I didn't realize it till now, actually."
"Yeah..." I turned back around and found an empty seat. I sat down in it and shut my eyes. What is it that's wrong with me? Why is it bothering me that I'm gonna die over whatever it is that could be wrong? Why am I so worried?
"Hey, mister," I heard a little girl say. I opened my eyes. "You have cool hair." She smiled.
"Um, thanks..." I replied. Okay, so that was random. Why was it so important to tell me that?
"Do you like my hair?" She asked, trying to appear prettier than before, fluttering her eyes. Yeah, she looked cute with her straight hair reaching her shoulders. I don't know, little girls look cute with their hair that long.
"Oh, very pretty." I smiled.
"Thank you." She smiled back. "Why are you wearing that scarf indoors, Mister? Are you cold?"
"No, it's just I like to wear this scarf. Santa gave it to me." Okay, so it was really my aunt, but I wanted to see her reaction.
"Really?" Her face lit up. Exactly what I wanted her to do. "I want a scarf just like that!"
"You should put it on your Christmas list. Santa might get you one if you ask for it."
"I will, I will!" She dashed over to some lady sitting in a chair, assuming to be her mother. "Mommy," I was right. "I'm gonna ask Santa for a green scarf for Christmas!"
"You are? Wow, that's cool. You better be good, otherwise you won't get it. Remember, only good little boys and girls get presents from Santa." She told the little girl.
I glanced off somewhere else, just because I can. My eyes caught attention to a couple sitting right across from me on the other side of the room. There was a man sitting next to a pregnant looking women. She had her right hand on her belly, rubbing it carefully, as if the life inside could feel her touch. There was a concerned look on her face. The man next to her was stroking her cheek and whispering to her. ...Oh my, I hope her baby is alright. ....What? So I can have a heart for complete strangers! I'm not heartless.
"Hey Barry," whoever said that startled me. I looked to see who it was.... okay I can relax now. Just my favorite nurse (okay, so she's really a doctor, but ever since I was little, I've always called her a nurse) here of all time! Nurse Priyanka. ...Yes, that's a real name. It's an Arab name. ....What, you don't believe me?! Look it up, damnit!
"Oh, hey Nurse Priyanka." I greeted her. I got up from my seat and approached her.
"So how have you been? It's been a long time since I last saw you."
"I've been fine... just not for the past week, ya know? I've been having a case of vomiting lately." I scratched the back of my neck, feeling like I just stated the obvious with that last part.
"I see. Well, c'mon. I'll have a look see." She lead me down a hallway and into... well, her little place you could call her Doctor's Office Room... thing. Ah-hem, ya know? Those rooms that they- well, you know what I mean. That's not the point! (Gosh, I feel silly.)
You readers have been to the doctors before, I'm sure. At least once in your life you've had to, but I'm sure you've gone a lot more. Anyway, you know the drill with the regular check ups, right? Well, as you can expect a caring Nurse I love to death to do, she asked me to let her do so, which I didn't mind, since it's been so long since I've actually gotten a check up. It's been like.... what? Six? Seven years? A long time. As she'd expect to find with me throwing up and all lately, she did find my throat was a bit red. Then she asked me the scariest thing....
"Okay, so nothing seems wrong with you after doing all the basics... Hmm, I would like to take a blood sample. That may have the answer. Are you alright with this Barry?" My eyes widened. "Still afraid of needles?"
I nodded. "A little." That would be an under exaggeration. There's no way in hell I'm 'a little' afraid. It's like a huge phobia of needles!
"Don't worry. It'll be only for a moment. Just look away, alright?"
...Okay, I can do this. I'm 17 years old! I can do this! I'm a man now! "Alright."
Nurse Priyanka took out a needle from a drawer and felt my arm for a vein, when she found what she was looking for, she aimed her needle at the exact spot and said, "Alright Barry. It'll be over before you know it. Ready?"
I looked away. "Okay... I think so."
About two seconds later, I felt a pinch in my arm. I gripped at the end of my scarf. Before I knew it, it was all over with, and she placed a band-aid on my arm.
"There, now that wasn't so bad, right?"
"Yeah, it wasn't..." I lightly lied. Okay, so I'm not as scared as I thought I was... or used to be. When I was little, I begged for mercy, hoping that Nurse Priyanka wouldn't give me the shots. But I was lame back then.
"Alright, this'll take a bit, so why don't you wait out in the waiting room, and I'll call you back in when I'm done, alright?"
"Okay." And with that said, I walked right into the waiting room.
"So you return from the dark depths of the unknown, huh, Barry?" A voice called out. I looked to see who it was.... oh, just Lucus. The cut-ACK! (Ha! I didn't finish calling him cute, so it doesn't count!)
"Yup. Now I get to wait for what may feel like forever..." I replied.
"Not to be so personal, but what exactly is it that you're here for?"
"Oh, just trying to find out what's wrong with me. Just getting the case of a vomiting kick, ya know?"
"Ah, I see. Hope it's not anything serious."
"Me too," Okay, why does he care? I am a complete stranger and he cares so much about me. Have you noticed how much he seems to like me? (And no, you can't say "well, you like him a lot too!" No I don't! I love PAUL!)
"So um, are you doing anything later on?" Lucus asked. Okay, that was a creepy question. For a moment there, he sounded like he-.... No. He couldn't... could he? Does he like me?
"Uh, yeah." I lied... again. Okay, so my mother wouldn't let me hang out later on with someone I just met. She doesn't let me go out anywhere unless it's going to school or work.
"Oh..."
It got silent between us for a moment or two. The awkward silence was broken by me, myself, and I. "So, how long have you been working here, Lucus?"
"Oh, just for a couple of years now. It's been fun. I REALLY want a promotion though. I kinda need the money."
"Big loan?" I assumed.
"No, just expensive bills to pay," he admitted. "You know how hard it is to keep up with them when you don't really have a lot of money, ya know?"
"Yeah, I know what cha mean," granted never experiencing financial problems before like Lucus has, I still can understand what he means. I know people in those situations. Just, those people wouldn't be my friends. I just over hear things too much.
Before I knew it, the silence came back again. That evil silence that bothered the living out of me. My eyes stared at Lucus.... who oddly looked like he was checking me out. He couldn't... could he? Does he like me? (Didn't I say that like I dunno how long ago?)
A half hour had passed, and Lucus and I randomly chatted about our lives. Trust me, we really got to know about each other. Like, how he lives on his own after he finally got sick and tired of his, coincidentally, business workaholic parents. (Sound familiar?)
Just then, Nurse Priyanka came in and said, "Barry, may I ask you to perform one more test on you? I think I may have the solution to your illness, but before I tell you, I need to have you take a urine sample."
Lucus smirked at me and gave a look that told he was holding in a giggle. I looked back at him like "oh, shut up." and replied to Nurse Priyanka, "Of course. Anything that'll tell me what's wrong with me."
She lead me back into her office thing I mentioned before, and went through a drawer, taking out a plastic cup. She told me where the restroom was located before I left, and entered the restroom. Okay... so skipping all those details we REALLY don't need to know.... Moments later, I came out of the bathroom and returned to Nurse Priyanka, handing her the plastic cup, um, now full of my own urine... Gosh, this is embarrassing. I suppose it's all natural to her though.
"Thank you." and with that, she began doing some kind of strange tests with it. ...I dunno what she was doing exactly. I really don't. "Ah, as I thought. The culprit has been caught."
"What?" Seriously, what could she possibly see in my pee? (That sounded wrong.)
"Um... I REALLY don't know how to explain this to you.... but assumption being correct, you're... well," C'mon! What is it?! "it appears that you're pregnant."
WHAT?! "WHAT?!" I'm dreaming! I'M DREAMING! This is all a dream I'm bound to wake up from! WHY haven't I woken up from it yet?!
"You're pregnant, Barry. I'm not sure why, or how, but it appears you have the hormones of pregnancy... Did you engage in any sexual intercourse with another male?"
"Uh..."
"Don't worry, this is between you and me."
"Um, yeah. I did."
"You used protection, correct?"
"Um... well, you see, um..." I felt so embarrassed at that question. I really did. That's a little too personal information to tell, ya know. But I guess I have to tell her. "N-no, I didn't."
...Are you kidding me? One minute, I know I'm in a vomiting illness of the unknown. The next, I'm pregnant! PREGNANT! Can you believe that?! And even Nurse Priyanka can't understand how it happened! Ay yi yi, how do I explain this to Mom and Dad?
_-_-_-_-_-About 10 minutes later-_-_-_-_-_
I opened the door to the hot pink, sporty car and sat in the passenger's seat. My mother was the one driving in the driver's seat. Once I put on my seat belt (hey, better safe than sorry when you're lying dead on the ground), she began to drive off.
"So, what's the matter, Barry? Why have you been vomiting lately?" she asked, not even looking at me. Her attention was focused on the road.
I put my hand on my belly, and stared at it. How could I explain this to her? She'd think I'm insane! What was I supposed to say? ....Quick, think up a lie! Um, what would fool her? Um... Oh! I got one!
"Oh, just the stomach flu going around, is all." I lied terribly.
"Oh, I see.. So are you gonna be alright?"
"Yeah, she, um, gave me some kind of shot that should make me better in no time." Liar, liar, pants for hire.... or was it pants on fire? I don't know.
"I see, I see."
"Yeah..." And then, for the, like, second time today, or so, there came the awkward silence. Not either of us said a word to one another. It was killing me... not like I wanted to bond with her, but I needed some kind of conversation to cease the silence from coming.
"So," I began, "what is new at work?"
"I got a promotion while you were at the doctor's." She glanced at me, winking, with a smile. Then she turned her attention back to the road. "I'm the CEO of the company. Isn't it great?"
"CEO? Wow, that's amazing!"
"I know, it is! I'm so glad Nick," my mother's boss is Nick, "gave me that promotion. I knew he'd give it to me, one of his best employees ever!"
I just simply smiled. I don't really care about what she does at work, but it's nice to see her progress in her career. I would give her "best business women ever" awards, but that would make it seem like I actually love her, or are at least slightly fond of her. Oh no, I don't wanna be her friend. I just want her to continue being that women who I work for (or should it be "a slave for"? Or how about "House keeper"? ...Eh, slave sounds worse.), and live with.
Just, how am I gonna explain this to my parents? The pregnancy, I mean. Will I even make a good father? And where the hell is Paul? I gotta tell him about this! ASAP!