Goo
New House

The house glows in autumn glory as the sun begins to set. I've only ever been here in the summer time. Not that it isn't pretty in summer or anything. I'm just saying that it looks tremendously beautiful surrounded by the golden leaves and all. Biting my lower lip, I glance at my dad as we pull into the driveway.

"Goo Goo!" my grandma cries out when she swung the front door open. I'm barely out the car before an enthusiastic hug is given, and I can feel the love pouring out of her. "Wow, you've grown so amazingly!" she happily complements before squeezing me back into a hug.

"Mom, don't kill the girl," my dad says as he carries my bags to the door. She frowns at him before turning back to me, hand on my back guiding me inside the house.

"I've been so happy since I heard you were coming. Of course, I don't like the reason behind it, but still. I'm glad you're here," she announces to me.

"Don't spoil her," Dad calls from the car, getting the rest of my luggage. Grandma sticks her tongue out at him, and they both smile at each other. A boy walks into the living room, wiping the smile clear off Dad's face.

"You remember Jacob, Goo?" Grandma asks me, pointing to the tan skinned boy. I nod, trying my best to stay mute. Jacob was one of her foster kids she had taken in over the years. After she adopted him, she stopped taking in foster kids though. I'm not really sure why she'd chosen him to adopt. I mean, he was kind of mean as a kid. Then again, I've haven't seen him since I was ten.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about him," Dad softly mutters. "I kind of wanted Goo to be boy free, Ma."

"What you want me to do, give him the dog house until she leaves? Seriously. It's not like having a boy around is going to make her any more pregnant. Besides, he's family," she says, "Jacob, why don't you carry Goo's bags upstairs, and show her to her room."

He nods, making his long, messy black hair swish. He picks up a few bags, and head up the steps. I follow behind him until we get to the room.

"You'll be up here for now. Boo is still cleaning out a room downstairs for you when you get…big," he states. I guess he wasn't comfortable about me being pregnant. Wait, did he just call my grandma by her first name? A little disrespectful, if you ask me. "Yeah, so…don't go unpacking everything. It'll probably be ready for ya in a week or two. Also, the door over on the left side of the room is the closet. The door near the bed leads to my room. Try to remember that, cause I don't want you going into my room," he continues, stacking the bags next to the bed.

I already knew that. I mean, sure, I haven't been here in over eight years, but still. I knew this place like the back of my hand. And what did he mean he didn't want me going into his room? What's he hiding in there?

Curiosity killed the cat, I remind myself. I bit my lower lip, keeping it all inside my head. I shall keep to my vow of silence. I won't speak a word to anyone. I think if I'm able to keep it up that Grandma might send me back home.

Jacob then leaves. And I sit down on my new bed. This room hadn't changed much. New bedding, and the desk that was in here is now gone. Other than that, it was the same. Jacob comes back in with the rest of my bags, adding them to the pile. He glances at me and rubs the back of his neck when he's done.

"So…um…I'll just be over in my room if you need something. But, uh…try not to need me. Dinner starts at six, but it might be later cause of your arrival and all. So, yeah…" he sputters out, his eyes going in every direction, but towards me. After a moment of silence, he opens the door combining our rooms and closes it behind him. I lay back on the bed, and stare up at the ceiling. I go over all the patterns for a minute or so. I'm bored. I wish Mac was here. We could play a checkers or…

Heat ran to my cheeks as the thought enters my mind. I try not to think about it. Thinking of our love making wasn't going to make it easier.

A week has passed, and I've managed not to speak to anyone. Not during our school sessions. Not even at Thanksgiving dinner. Though I wish I could say I've talked to Mac. My cell phone had been confiscated before dinner on my first night, but it wasn't like I got any good reception anyway. I forgot how she didn't like phones. They interrupted the creative process. Which is also why she didn't have a television. How are you suppose to have an opinion when television told you what to think? I've heard this before, but it all just came back to me.

"Morning, Goo Goo. You want some waffles?" Grandma greets me in her cheery voice. I nod my head and she hands me a plate, kissing my forehead. I sit down at the table with Jacob. He bobs his head to acknowledge me, and continues stuffing his face with his mountain of waffles. He eats a lot, but somehow didn't get fat. But it could be all the labor Grandma makes him do. I finish up my breakfast, and start to head back up stairs. But before I even make it out the kitchen door, Grandma blocks me. "Don't you want to go with me to the store? You've haven't left the house since you got here. Some fresh air will do you good."

I shake my head no, and continue my way to my room. Half way up the staircase, I can hear Jacob's heavy footsteps behind me. But even though I heard him, I don't realize he was following me until it's too late.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he yells at me the second we're in my room. I send him a nasty look, but he ignores it. "Why are you acting all mute? I remember how you use to blab! This whole silent treatment thing is getting old, and it's upsetting Boo! So you need to open that mouth of yours, and talk for fuck sakes!" he yells, making my guts twist.

I look down at the old, ugly blue carpet. It matches how I feel. I didn't want my grandma to be worried, especially over nothing.

"I know you didn't have any friends, but damn! Don't blame us cause you fell for some guys one liners," he spat, and I instantly snap my head up. How dare he think…

"You bastard! For your information, I have plenty of friends back home! And I didn't just stupidly sleep with some guy. He loves me, you jerk!" I fiercely screech at him. I gave him a hard shove, and his eyes darken the way I'm sure mine look.

"Don't touch me!" he screams, pushing me away from him.

"NO!" I retort, knocking him to the ground. We wrestle around the floor, screaming blasphemy at each other until he managed to pin me. My breath is heavy as I glare up at his stupid face. I hate him. I hate him more than anything in the world. I never thought I could hate a person the way I hate him, but I never thought I could be quiet for more than a couple of minutes. I'm learning so many new things about myself. I'm about to scream something ugly at him, but then I felt it. A somewhat familiar feeling of something bulging against my thigh. My eyes widen as my brain manages to connect the dots. He's…ewwwww! I watch the blush creep to his cheeks as we stare at each other wide-eyed. He quickly rolls off me, and I sit up.

"S-sorry," he stutters out, not looking at me.

"What's going on up here?" Grandma's calls up from the staircase.

"Nothing, Grandma. We were just having a little debate. Nothing serious, really. Sorry if we were loud," I yell out to her.

"O-okay," she replies, and I can totally hear the shock in her voice that I was the one that answered. "Just keep it down. I'm trying to paint."

"Okay!"

I look back over to Jacob, who's sitting uncomfortably across from me with a light blush on his face. I can't help it. I just had to laugh. He just looks so ridiculous. I laugh as he glares at me. I laugh when he tells me to shut up. I laugh as he left to his room. I laugh as I sit alone. I laugh myself to sleep.

I woke when I hear a knocking on my door accompanied by Grandma's voice singing out, "Dinner!"

I got up and stretch, laying a hand on my tummy. It's now that it hit me. I just had a fight while pregnant. I worriedly wrap my arms around my belly. Nothing feels wrong, but I'm still a bit concern. I really shouldn't roughhouse. I slowly get up and walk down the steps to the kitchen. I sit down, and Grandma places a plate in front of me. She puts down Jacob's plate before sitting down to hers. I pick up my fork and began eating my mash potatoes as Grandma tells us about her day. By the time I finish my potatoes, Jacob has cleared his entire plate.

"Can I be excused?" he asks and my grandma waves him off. He practically runs out the kitchen. I wonder if he's still upset about earlier? It was his own fault. So what if I laughed at him? Didn't he basically accused me of being a dumb slut? Me laughing at him wasn't as bad as that. I mean, really. He's a bit over sensitive for a boy that curses like a sailor.

When I finished, I head up to my room. Jacob's sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed. For him to not want me in his room, he sure does waltz in here like it's nothing.

"Hey…So, um, how's morning sickness?" he offers a pathetic excuse for an ice breaker.

"I don't have morning sickness. I mean, yeah, certain smells made me queasy, but I'm not throwing up or anything. I mean, I'm-"

"But I thought all women puke when there..." he interrupts me, just to be unable to finish his statement. I roll my eyes.

"Why are you in here?"

"I…I just…I wanted to apologize."

I sit down in front of him and say, "I thought you already did." He looks at me, confused, before his cheeks burn red and he turns his face away from me.

"Not that. For what I said before that. And for hitting you."

"Oh, well, you're forgiven. And I was the one who hit you first. And besides, it's not like you punched me or anything."

"I still shouldn't have touched you. I usually don't hit girls. I feel really bad about it. Especially since your…um, with child."

"You didn't seem to care when you pulled my pigtails."

"We were eight, and that was completely different. You kept making those imaginary guys and it was getting annoying."

"Are you still mad that you aren't able to make imaginary friends?"

"I'm almost eighteen. What do I need an imaginary friend for?"

"That's not answering the question," I point out in singsong. He frowns for a second, but then smiles.

"Tomorrow, I'm going out with some friends to the mall."

"There's a mall…out here? Since when?"

"Two years ago. It's an twenty minute drive, though."

"I...I don't think I wanna go."

He shrugs and stands up. He offers me a hand, helping me get back onto my feet. He stands there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Night," he finally mutters before going to his room. I lay down on my bed, looking at the patterns on the ceiling again.

"Mac," I hear myself breath. I wonder if he's thinking of me too. I close my eyes and try to send him a telepathic message: I love you.