I walk around the store feeling a little bit lighter now that I've seen Beyond. I turn a corner and look to where all of the baby care books are.

Curiously, I page through a few of them, momentarily glancing at the girl next to me. She's on the phone talking angrily with someone. So being the eavesdropper I am, I had to listen in.

"You don't even want to be part in this baby's life! You don't understand that he loves me! No… really he does. Stop. Fine. I'll talk to you later." She hangs up the phone and notices me looking at her.

Quickly, I avert my eyes.

"Sorry you had to hear that," she says. I don't look up from the book as she continues to speak.

"My mom just doesn't get it, you know? I love him and he loves me. I mean yeah, he's in jail right now, but his sentence will be up by the time of my due date! What do you think?" She says peering over my shoulder. "Oh, you're very pregnant, I wonder if I'll get that big!"

I feel my neck heat up and I promptly shut the book and put it back on the shelf. I take deep breaths to try and gain my composure as I spin around to face her. She looks extremely young.

"How old are you?" I ask. Although it comes out more harshly than I intended.

She shrinks back a little bit. "Fourteen," she replies.

My eyes widen, "You're fourteen and pregnant? How old is the father?"

"Thirty," she replies.

That's not even legal! I want to scream and hug and slap this girl all at the same time.

She looks at me with big pleading brown eyes. "Please tell me you agree, that he actually loves me. Nobody seems to think so."

Drawing in another deep breath I shake my head, "tell your baby daddy not to drop the soap in prison."

Briskly walking away, I mentally curse myself. Why did I have to be so harsh? She just wanted someone to comply with her and tell her things will be ok.

She deserved it.

I shake my head again, trying to get rid of the voices and the ringing.

"Rebel, are you ready to go?" Matt says behind me, making me jump.

I nod, "yeah, I'm ready."

We stand in line to checkout. Something drops on the floor and Matt bends down to pick it up. All of a sudden we hear something rip, and he stands back up, with wide eyes.

Sebastian and Eddie burst out laughing and even I can't hold in a chuckle. Matt's face is redder than the baby carrier.

"Dude, I think you're pants just ripped!" Sea Bass says.

"Of course they just ripped!" Matt whispers harshly, causing us to laugh more. He's using his hands to cover his butt as we finish checking out. Mello meets us by the door and his eyes narrow in suspicion. "Matt if it itches that bad, wait until you aren't in a public area…" he says.

This causes all three of us to laugh even harder.

"What?" Mello questions.

"If it itches that bad, why don't you just—" Eddie starts before Matt cuts him off. "HEY! No need to state the obvious, Eddie."

"Well," I say, "No need to state it to see what's going on back here," I say pointing.

"REBEL!" Matt yells.

"What happened?" Mello asks, walking back to look. His eyes widen.

"YOU RIPPED MY PANTS!" He screams, chasing him out the door.

We're crying from laughing so hard. Matt's pants split even further causing him to tumble to the ground, with the pants around his ankles.

Mello jumps on him, pulling his hair and Eddie whistles. "Who needs professional wrestling? I've got front row right here!"

Finally I have to break it up, "Ok, ok, pregnant and hormonal lady coming through. She can kick both your asses twice as fast so break it up and let's go!"

The drive back home was tense.

The tension quickly melts into awkwardness as I walk through the door.

"Ehhem," I clear my throat, causing Kaige and Near to quit making out.

"We're back."

They both stand quickly, looking around helplessly trying to act natural.

"Um, we were just—" Kaige starts.

I put up my hand, "Just helping us bring this stuff in?"

"Yeah," she finishes uncertainly.

Near doesn't look at me so I have to break the ice. "Near how many letters does happy have?"

He looks at me oddly, "five."

"You know what else has five letters? Pizza. Go order me some."

He rushes to the kitchen and I take off my shoes.

Matt and Mello walk through the door. Huffing and tossing my things on the floor.
"Thank goodness we dropped off those two," Matt says pushing past me to sit on the couch.

Feeling a bit irritated, I go around the table to sit on the other side when Mello pushes past me, stealing my seat.

"I know, that Eddie kid… and you still owe me a new pair of pants."

"Yeah, yeah."

I huff.

"What's your problem? We got you your baby junk," Matt says.

"My problem is you're in my seat," I grit out.

"I don't see your name on it," he replies crossing his arms.

"It'll be written in your blood if you don't move!"

He finally moves and I sit down, letting my swollen feet rest on the table.

Turning to me, he smirks. "You know what else has five letters?"

I look at him blankly.

"Never. As in you eating pizza is never gonna happen."

I growl, standing up and taking a pillow and smacking him. Over and over I hit the pillow on his head. I didn't actually think that you could see feathers if you hit someone hard enough with one. But sure enough, the feathers came flying.

"Ouch, stop, ouch! I'm sorry!" he pleads, with every hit.

At that moment, L, Stanley and Dreagon walk through the door.

"Why is my girl murdering you with a pillow?" Stanley calls, taking it from my grasp.

"Because I'm angry and hormonal and my stomach hurts and my feet and back hurt all the time!" I say, trying to snatch it back. He raises it above his head.

"That doesn't mean you murder him, honey."

"Yes it does!" I say, stretching my arms out.

He holds it higher and I give up.

Dreagon and L stand speechless in the doorway.

Matt turns to look at them confusedly, and I give a tiny smile.

"What?" he asks.

"Matt," Mello says from the couch. "You're still wearing the pants."


Hola! So school will be starting again soon. I'm still going to update and write whenever I get the chance. Review, comment and all that good stuff.

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