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It's been three days since they've arrived.

Shane's standing in the little kitchen with one knee bent and a knife in his hand. He's chopping a small slice of an onion to add just a little flavor to his and Jason's dinner. They're having chicken and rice but the meat isn't even cooking yet.

Baby's daddy is sitting at the table refusing to help because 'he doesn't feel like it.' He's talking to someone and Shane can tell because Jason is clacking away at the flat keys.

"Hey," Shane starts softly. "I need to use that," he motions to the laptop, "after we eat, okay?"

"Why do you have to use mine?" Jason spits.

"You want to know why? You want to know why I have to use yours? Because I had to leave everything of mine behind because let's be honest; I'm the only one in the band people care about. I'm the popular one, and you're not. I'm the one that everyone wants to talk to and you're barely famous. You're nobody, and no one would care if you disappeared off the planet's surface. I had to leave everything of mine back home because every bit of it is a link to me. If I was using my computer, email, phone, anything... people care enough about me to find where I am. They would hack into it." His friend looks at him, seemingly upset that the pregnant one would say such a thing. Shane realizes it's a mood swing. "What? You don't the taste of your own medicine?"

"Dude, just calm down, okay?"

"Calm down? I'm having your baby and you could care less!"

"I told you that I'll pay you child support and your hospital bills plus-"

"Dammit, Jason!" Shane screams, slamming the knife down on the counter and turning around to face him. "Don't you get it?! I don't want your money! I want you to care about me and the baby! I want you to take care of me!" He wipes the angry tears from his eyes before storming out the door that leads to the back porch. Shane isn't sure if the tears are from the onion, or from the feeling he has inside of his fragile broken heart but he thinks it's the latter of the two.

The skies outside are cloudy and as his pace picks up raindrops fall from the sky. He's now jogging down Main Street and towards Country Road 11. The water from the clouds falls harder and Shane's too tired to run anymore. He slows down and his bare feet hurt against the rough pavement of the ground that's turned into the two way, two-lane road that leads to the next town. God only knows how far away it he is.

Back at the house, Jason's sort of waking up. He's still sitting at the computer but his fingers have stopped moving. He notices that, through the small window right in front of him, the rain is coming harder. It's been at least an hour and a half since Shane left and when Jason hears a clap of thunder he stands up before locating his keys. Sure, he's angry about the baby and having to stay here but not enough to allow the singer run away.

He gets in the car and drives around the entire town. It's six o'clock and the streets are nearly empty. All of the businesses are closed except for the two gas stations.

When there's no sign of Shane, Jason starts northward down County Road 11. This direction leads one only deeper into the desolate farmlands and the entire Kansas state. There's another thunderclap and half a second later a lightning bolt, causing the baby's daddy to jump. Worried, he speeds up, going 90 miles an hour because he can see only about one hundred meters in front of the car.

Around ten minutes later he finally, finally, spots Shane trudging very slowly down the side of the road. His tight jeans are an even darker wash of denim as his plain grey, tight v-neck t-shirt looks black because of the rain pounding against it. The pregnant boy's head is hanging and his arms are crossed over his stomach. He looks cold, miserable and so, so scared.

Jason honks and Shane's head snaps around but when he sees the car he just turns around and starts running again. Baby's daddy doesn't know what else to do so he steps on the break puts the car in park before unbuckling his seat belt and he jumps out of the car. His feet carry him faster than he thought possible and probably about two hundred yards away he catches up to Shane. Jason brings his arms around the boy's trembling body from behind, causing his feet to stop moving.

The pregnant boy just kind of stops and... melts. Jason rests his chin in the crook of Shane's neck as he whispers a heart-felt apology in his ear. The rain continues to fall and the two stand there, embracing, just a little bit longer. Finally, the baby's daddy suggests that they get out of the rain and he leads his pregnant friend back to their rental car.

"Why'd you come for me?" Shane asks quietly once the heater in the vehicle is on and they're both buckled. Secretly, he's hoping that now is the time when Jason will confess his undying love for the singer.

Baby's daddy glances across the car at his front man, if you can call him that. "I was worried about you," he whispers before turning back to the road, "and I'm sorry." They're almost back into town now.

Shane sighs to himself and looks out the window when they pull up to the house. The rain only makes the pathetic little living arrangement even more unbearable. When Jason turns the car off and pulls the key from the ignition he instructs the expecting teenager to go inside, take a shower and get into some dry clothes.

He abides by his baby daddy's rules and does just that. When he gets out of the tiny shower caddy, he smells the chicken all the way from the back bedroom. Though, the two aren't very far apart. Shane decides that he isn't very hungry so he just lays down in the bed that's only a bed in the academic sense.

He starts to think about the paternity test that Jason wants to take. Shane really has no problem with that. It hurts, though, and it hurts because Jason is the only person that the singer has ever had sex with. Shane gave Jason his V-Card and he did so willingly. He only wishes that it had meant something to the guitarist.

Then his mind wanders off to Nate, who they haven't even talked to yet. He doesn't know about the baby or Shane's and Jason's being gone. He thinks that they're all three just having a nice little break from touring and recording.

A few minutes later Jason enters with a steaming plate of food. A dinner consisting of Italian flavored chicken on top of steamed white rice and grilled onions. "Shane," he calls softly.

"Hm?" the pregnant boy replies.

"I-I finished dinner and made you a plate."

Shane mumbles, "I'm not hungry."

"What about- think about the baby," Jason tries to reason.

"The baby isn't hungry, either." It isn't a baby yet, Shane wants to tell Jason, it's just an embryo.

Baby's daddy walks to the opposite side of the bed and sets the plate on the bottom shelf of the bookcase that's acting like a nightstand. "I'll just leave it here and if you get hungry you can eat, okay?"

"Yeah," Shane whispers before his friend walks out and maybe, just maybe the 'baby' is hungry after all.