A/n: Sorry! I haven't updated in ages and now! I'm back! yay! so here's chapter 7. John's pretty sketchy in this chapter...what's John up to? Sorry for the Britney Spears drag downs. I just had to, so tempted, sorry if you like her. ANyway thankx again for the wonderful WONDERFUL reviews! and the next chapter i will try and get up sooner! Chapter 7!
Chapter 7: Little Clothes
"Previously on Gilmore Girls—"
"Marie! Get your ass up!" Ashley yelled coming into the room.
Slowly I turned my head and looked at her, she was interrupting my Gilmore Girls marathon along with my sulking.
"Is this all your going to do from now on? Sulk on your ass! Go to the gym! The baby needs exercise!"
I sighed dramatically and shrugged turning back to Gilmore Girls, "what's the point?" I asked.
"Don't you want a healthy baby? So what if John's not...so what if John doesn't care. Maybe you could sue him for child support."
I rolled my eyes.
"I don't know what happened." I muttered staring at the tv.
"One minute he was there and the next he wasn't. Did he freak out because of what I told him? Or did he leave cause some hott girl called him over? Or! Or did he leave because he was bored of what I was talking about. Or perhaps—"
"Jesus, Marie. Look at yourself, you've been sitting in here for, like, 3 weeks. You only ever leave to go to work and buy marshmallow fluff. Listen, it's his loss." Ashley said sitting next to me.
I looked at her sadly, "I've been sitting in this apartment for 2 weeks. You're so over dramatic."
She scuffed and leaned against the couch.
"That wasn't the point. The point is, you need help. You need to get out of this house. You need to stop eating fatty junk food such as marshmallow fluff. Today we are going shopping."
I groaned and snuggled back under my blankets.
"Hell no."
"Marie, as much as I love you, your getting fat. You need to get new clothes."
I looked at her appalled and hurt.
"I am not getting fat."
"It's ok, your nearing your third month."
"I'm not fat!"
"Marie, come on, if your not fat now you will be soon. Now I saw this really cute maternity boutique a few blocks away, let's go. Up! Up!"
I glared and slowly got up and went towards my room to get dressed.
"Take a shower too! And brush your teeth!" Ashley yelled from behind me.
I grumbled but did what she said anyway.
A half hour later we were driving up in front of the maternity place. Ashley squealed in delight and I groaned in annoyance. The windows were decorated in all pink.
Gag me.
We walked in and immediately I headed to the clearance rack.
"Hello."
I looked up to see a older blonde women smiling at me. I smiled back and continued to go through the clothes.
"How many months are you?"
I looked at her a bit shocked.
"Like 3," I said smiling nervously.
"Well, congratulations." she said still not moving.
"We have some lovely pink clothes that would go great with your complexion." she said still wearing that eery smile.
I kept my own smile on, "that's ok, I like the clearance rack fine."
The rack was filled to the brim with dark greens, blacks, reds, and blues.
"If you wear these then whose gonna be able to tell that your pregnant!" she gushed as I squirmed.
"I-I don't want...I like black." I said fiddling with a black flowing shirt.
"I can see that, but don't you wanna glow? Don't you want to show to the world you're a happy mom, like Britney Spears."
I stared at her in horror. That was the ultimate insult. Britney Spears? I wanted to be like Britney? Hell no. I would be nothing like Britney, at least I hoped not. I want to be a good mother, not a...not a Britney Spears.
"I-I'm gonna go." I stammered leaving the rack and trying to find Ashley.
I found Ashley holding a shirt up to herself in the mirror. She was sticking her stomach out and to me it looked like she was seeing how she'd look pregnant.
"We have to leave." I whispered in her ear making her jump.
"Now." I said seeing the blonde women head over to us.
"Why? Their clothes are cute."
"Your not pregnant."
"But you are! I'm not leaving this place till you find 10 things you like. 10. 5 pants. 5 shirts."
"She called my Britney Spears."
"Well that's silly you're brunette."
I scowled and headed back over to the sales rack and grabbed 5 shirts and 5 pants.
"Here." I snapped holding the clothes up.
She smiled and we headed over to the register to pay.
"Was that so hard?" Ashley asked when we left.
I shook my head feeling like a 5 year old being told off by her mother.
"I think those clothes will be lovely on you!" Ashley said smiling and starting the car.
I scuffed and turned the radio on. I scowled when the song came on.
Baby Love.
God. Did this world hate me today? I hit the off button and leaned my head against the window.
"Let's stop for something to eat. I'm starved. We can also hit the bookstore and pick up some baby books. You know, naming books, how to books, and What to Expect when Your Expecting. Isn't this exciting, Marie?" Ashley said smiling and hitting the 'on' button.
I sighed and scowled when another baby related song came on.
"I'm thrilled." I said as we parked by a bookstore and café.
We locked the doors and stepped into the over crowded bookstore and café.
"Why's it so crowded?" I asked Ashley who shrugged and told me she was getting in line to get coffee.
I told her to get my one but she gasped and told me off for drinking bad things for the baby, half the bookstore heard. Then I just told her to get me a water or Snapple. She smiled and told me I was getting a surprise for lunch.
Scowling I headed off in search of the baby section.
"What are you doing here?"
I looked up from my book choices to see the absolutely last person I ever wanted to see again.
"It's like your following me." I said wanting to kick something, mainly him and his smirking face.
"Me following you? As if more like the other way around." he said scuffing.
"What are you doing here?" he asked again eyeing the books I was holding.
Blushing I put them behind my back.
"What do you have?" he asked stepping closer.
I rolled my eyes, "listen, John, I know I'm like the last person you wanna see, cause of what I told you."
He gave me a confused look, "what did you tell me?"
I stared at him for a minute.
I wanted to pinch myself was I dreaming. He took this lapse in talking to his advantage and grabbed my books out of my hands.
"What to Expect When Your Expecting? Your babies first Year? The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy? The Pregnancy countdown book: Nine months of Practical tips, useful advice, and uncensored truths? The complete book of baby names? Rogue, what the hell is this? Are you pregnant or something?"
I stared at him.
"Ye–No! Ashley! Ashley is!"
At that moment Ashley had seen me and I was waving like mad to get her to come over.
"Everything alright over here?" Ashley asked eyeing John.
I nodded enthusiastically, "John just took my books."
He was looking at me, I couldn't read his expression but I felt like he was trying to figure out something I wasn't telling him.
"You're a jerk, you know that." Ashley said pointing at John.
He looked at her in surprise, "excuse me?"
"You're a jerk. Maire, tells you she's pregnant then you just take off like some...some jerk!" Ashley yelled angrily.
I felt small in that moment.
"What's your problem?" John asked staring at her angrily.
"My problem is that you're a big fat jerk! Leaving Marie all by her lonesome in this time of need!" Ashley said passionately.
I was a little surprised by her actions.
More then a little.
Very surprised.
"What the hell did I do?" John yelled.
I looked around to see a few people staring at us.
"She's pregnant and when she told you, you vanished!" he stared at me then suddenly something dawned on him.
He shook his head laughing, "you mean the other night at the bar? When I saw you?" he asked smirking.
I nodded mutely feeling uncomfortable that all these people were watching us.
"I had to go, I never heard what you said."
"Where did you go?" I asked quietly.
He shrugged, "it was 12."
"So?" I snapped
"So, I had to meet someone at 12:30."
"Who? And why?"
"Listen, the plumbing business is pretty hard to understand, Rogue." John snapped angrily.
I glared at him. "Excuse you! It was sketchy, ok! I'm trying to tell you something really important then you just vanish. I thought...I thought you freaked out cause I was pregnant."
He stared at me long and hard.
"You're pregnant? Seriously? Whose kid?"
It was my turn to stare at him. Was he being serious?
"Is it ice-man's?" he asked smirking.
"No! It's yours you jackass!" I yelled stomping over to the register to pay for my books.
Ashley was right beside me and suddenly I felt happy that she dragged me away from my Gilmore Girls marathon because telling John off was...nice.
(A/n: what's up w/ John...what's he not telling. Hopefully everything clicked in that chapter and it made sense.)
