Yo!

So, I know there's only 9 reviews, but it's close to 10, and I'm nice enough to update.

To: 'Justgingerbee': it kinda reminds me of 'Juno' too! I'm not copying it or anything though - most of these scenes just come to me outta de blue.

Here we ares:


Cody's POV:

9 weeks:

Piper and I sat beneath an old oak on the school field, soaking up the pale winter sunshine as it slanted towards us.

She chucked a stick of wine gums on my lap and opened one for herself - our morning tea.

"So - you decided yet?" She asked, popping a lime one in her mouth.

"I think adoption - what about you?"

"Well, don't you think labour is... a bit, I dunno... icky?" She wrinkled her small nose. Piper, forever the neat freak, was not a fan of gore.

"Yeah, but there's hardly gonna be guts spilling all across the room. Besides. Look - it's a freaking baby." I flicked her the photo from a scan I'd had a few days ago.

She squinted at it. "Looks like a peanut to me."

"Yeah, it's about the size of a jellybean, but it'll get bigger." I ripped open the packaging of my wine gums and selected a lemon one.

"I suppose," Piper replied doubtfully.

"I'm not about to murder Jellybean. And it's not because of the money side of things - Josh did offer to pay exactly half of the abortion. I know - I'm amazed with his generosity too."

"Cheap bastard." She looked thoughtful for a second. "Why did you sleep with him in the first place though, Cody?"

I thought back to that night, that party. "I was bored as fuck - Paris and Katie weren't there, and someone was busy hooking up with Dylan Smith."

She grimaced. "We both know how charming Dylan can be. But why were you even dating him?"

I leaned further against the trunk. "I... dunno. And every girl in this school knows how charming Dylan can be."

"You're right there."

Straightening up a little, I shoved the empty candy wrappings in one of my backpack's side pockets. "Anyways - to the point, Jellybean's going nowhere."

Piper smiled, fiddling with a strand of her blonde hair. "I'll be there for you - when you get so fat you can't see your feet, I'll be there."

I smiled back. "That's all I could ever ask."

"It better be - I'm not your bitch."

"We'll see about that."


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