Vanessa opened her eyes to sunlight. She squinted at the brightness. She looked to her side and saw she was lying on Gibby; whose shirt was tousled. She got up and looked at herself. She felt like her body wasn't her's.
"Charles, get up!" Gibby shook awake. She only called his real name when he was in trouble. His eyes widened and he shot up. "Did we really?" Gibby nodded. Gibby ran his hand through his hair. Vanessa realized something; Aunt Rosemary.
"You'll come back to Seattle, right?" Gibbyy said as he started trotting towards the train station.
"I might have to," Vanessa said nervously. She ran back to her aunt's house. She tried to open the door quietly. Her aunt's head turn in worry towards the door. She got up from her chair and scurried over to Vanessa. She hugged her tightly.
"I had no idea where the hell you were!" She was concerned and mad. "How could you do that to me." She looked Vanessa up and down and noticed her appearance. Her face turned to a confused expression. "Did you go eat somewhere?"
"No, why?" What a strange question Vanessa thought.
"You look a bit bigger…" her voice trailed off. Her eyes widened, along with Vanessa's. "Upstairs behind the towels. I can't believe you would do something that stupid!" Vanessa wasn't listening. She was worried more about the thought of her being pregnant.
*.*.*.*
"So, now you know all the stuff you need to," Sam said, her fingers intertwined with Freddie's. They were sitting on Freddie's couch watching cars go by. He looked over at his blonde girlfriend.
"It's like I never forgot anything," he chuckled. He tapped Sam's nose with his other hand. She blinked at the touch. "So, I bet you were really upset when I got hit by the car, huh?"
"You really have to ask that? I thought I would never see you again, and that it was my fault. I know you're okay now, though." Sam smiled lightly.
"Well, why don't you start getting ready for our date?" He added extra flirting on the word, 'date.' Sam got up and walked out.
"I'll be waiting." She walked home to start getting done.
*.*.*
Carly grabbed onto Roderick's collar. She pressed her lips against his hard. She sat atop her counter and let Roderick's hands graze the small of her back. Carly stopped kissing him and flipped her hair behind her neck. She started unbuttoning Roderick's shirt. He gently stopped her hands.
"As much as I'm dying for that, I want you to meet my family first." Carly did the puppy-dog face, hoping it would work. Roderick mimicked her. "It's not going to work." Carly folded her arms across her chest and grunted. "It's tonight, so please be ready. I'll pick you up at seven. Hope you enjoy lobster." This was true; she enjoyed lobster.
Carly walked into her bathroom after Roderick left. She would give him a pet name; Ronny. She smiled at her reflection. She stared at herself in admiration. She turned around to see her back. She continued to get done.
….
Carly grabbed her purse and walked over to open the door. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail. She was wearing a red dress that went up to her thighs. She had to keep checking to make sure her 'panties'- she giggled at the word- weren't showing.
"Hey…Wow," Rodereick said, staring at Carly's bodice. "I might have to stay out of the same room as you." He kissed her like they kissed earlier, but stopped before they got any further; they didn't want to have to get redone.
*.*.*
"Come on, now, Sam. You look fine!" Freddie tapped his foot on the floor. Sam was being self-concious again and didn't want to walk into the fancy restraunt.
"No, I'm too girly." Freddie tried to think of a way to get her in. Her folded his arms.
"They have steak," he singsonged. Sam walked in at the sound of meat. She was wearing a black mermaid dress and her hair was in a waterfall up-do. A small black barette was on the left side of her head.
"Presenting the Benson party!" The caller said. It wasn't just an ordinary date; it was one of his friend's debutante ball for his seventeen year old daughter. Her name was Marissa. Freddie linked his arm through Sam's and they walked down the red and gold stairs.
"This is all too classy, I feel out of place." Sam was so worried about being judge. Freddie looked at his date.
"You're fine, I promise." He kissed her cheek and they sat down at their table for two. It would be a very romantic evening for the two.
….
"Care to dance," Freddie said as he held out his hand. Sam looked up and gracefully took it. They went out to the dance floor and twirled and spinned and waltzed and moved to the music. After all, this is what dancing with a loved one was all about.
*.*.*
Vanessa felt like she was experiencing the longest damn 5 minutes in her life. She hoped for a blue strip to appear at the end of the stick. She would love to have a baby, but didn't want a wedlock child. She bit her fingernails. If it would be a pink strip, she thought about names. Rose, Andrew, Clarissa, oh the list could go on. She liked the last name because it was a mash between their names; Charles and Vanessa. Her small timer beeped. She stared at the strip with mixed feelings. It read…
*.*.*
"Excuse my family. Espicially my brother. He hits on all my dates, so just ignore him if he does. It's kind of sad, though. He had a really nice girlfriend- or, so I heard- but he just didn't feel the chemistry. He's a strange dude."
"Alright, Ronny." He looked at Carly and rose a brow. "It's my pet name for you."
"Alrgith, and I'll name you Carly." Carly shook her head and followed Ronny into his home. It was amazing. They were very high class people. "Hey, Amy, where's everybody." A blonde girl about the age of fourteen was standing before them.
"They went to go do that weird debutante thing for Marissa. So now it's only me, you and Stones." Carly looked at both of them. Amy realized what she said. "Stones is his nickname," she chuckled. Carly nodded in relif.
"Hey dude," called a voice. "Where's my clean shirts?" A shirtless figure walked out of the hallway. Carly tensed at the familiarity of the boy. It was Derek.
