A/N: Sorry about the long wait…been busy and distracted…I think this'll be one of the last chapters…getting bored with it. Sorry. I will prolly do a sequel though.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEJames stared at him. Then he finally spoke. "I knew it. Damn it, I knew it. I knew that something like this was gonna happen. You should've laid off of it!" James glared at him.
"What the hell do you have to be pissed about? I'm the one who should be pissed!"
"At Allison."
"Yeah."
"Greg, this wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for you, too. You both should've been more careful." James sighed and crossed his arms.
"Whatever. This is the last thing I need right now, you lecturing me." He stood up and walked out of the room. Then at the doorway, he stopped and placed his hand on the door jamb.
And then he said, "I need to know you're with me on this. I know it's my fault. It's probably all my fault. The times she didn't want to…I did. I didn't make her, but I made her feel guilty. And she would give in. But…there's no way in hell I can deal with this if I don't have someone to help me. My mom and dad…especially my dad…are not who I want to help get me through this. I need my best friend."
James thought, this is the first time I've ever seen him vulnerable. And who was he to deny him that. He walked over to him and stood there. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll be here." Then he gave him possibly the awkwardest hug in history.
Greg was the one to pull away and he muttered a "Thanks. Call you later." And walked out of the house.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEGreg went from James' house to Allison's and sat in the driveway for a few minutes until he saw her pretty face peek out the window then vanish from the draperies. A few minutes later, she tapped her knuckles on the window. He rolled it down and put on a fake smile for her benefit.
"Hey. Mind if I get in?" she asked quietly. He nodded.
She got in and closed the door softly. She then turned her beautiful eyes onto his. "After the way you left the park, I wasn't sure you'd ever come see me or talk to me again."
"I know. I'm sorry about that." He reached for her hand and held it. "So…your folks know about it. Are they pissed?"
She looked out the window then back at him. "Not pissed so much as…worried. And disappointed. I was the one that wasn't supposed to screw up." She laughed bitterly. "Not like my brother. Andy's such a disappointment to them, I vowed when I was 8 and he ran away that I'd never put that disappointment back in their eyes. But, I did." She sighed.
"Oh." That was all he could think of to say. He wasn't one to share anything.
"What are your parents gonna do?" she asked quietly.
"My parents? Ahhh." He scratched his head and sighed. "My mother might be a tad on the horrified side. But my dad…at first he'll be all 'Greg, I'm so disappointed in you,' like I give, and then he'll just accept that I was gonna turn out a disappointment anyways." He shrugged.
"Greg, this doesn't make you a disappointment."
"It does. It does." He sighed. "I don't care, though. We can just write this one off."
"I'm keeping it, Greg." She whispered quietly. "I do want it. I'm not giving it up for adoption. And I'm definitely not having an abortion." She started to cry.
"Hey, hey." He went for soft, sensitive boyfriend. He chucked her under the chin and smiled. "I meant tax-wise."
She laughed and wiped away a tear. He wiped away the other ones, and slid his arms around her, settling one hand on her stomach.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEThat night, he came home late. Later than he was supposed to. He banged in the front door at 11:30 and his mom was on him in a second. His dad leered at him from the corner.
"Where have you been? You were supposed to be home an hour ago! You told us you'd be home an hour ago!" Blythe yelled.
John said quietly, "Sit down, Gregory."
Greg came into the room and sat down across from his father.
"You do not—do not, come home an hour late. Your curfew was discussed before you left the house, and you know never to break it. Now is the time you're supposed to feed me some half-assed excuse as to why you're late." He crossed his legs and waited for his son to speak.
Suddenly, none of it mattered to him anymore. What his Dad thought was no longer a priority.
"I'm not going to feed you some half-assed excuse. I'm gonna tell you the truth." He said boldly.
"You do not swear!" John said.
"I said, I'm not going to feed you some half-assed excuse, I'm gonna tell you the truth. I've spent the last five hours at Allison's, discussing what should be done, with her parents."
"Oh? And what should be done about what?" John asked incredulously.
Blythe was sitting in the corner, watching it all.
"What should be done about Allison's baby, Dad. Me and Allison's baby!" he yelled, turning and running from the door, the sound of his sneakers slapping the hard wood resonating in his ears, until he dived on his bed and slammed the pillow over his head, feeling like a five year old.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEHis mother ended up coming in his room, bursting into tears and hugging him for ten minutes. "Greg!" she just kept saying.
His dad came in afterwards and said, "Son…" he saw the look in Greg's eyes. "This is…the worst thing you could've ever done."
Then he turned and walked out. None of them ever talked about it directly again. Not until Allison went into labor.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEA/N: I'm gonna put up the next chapter now, I think…or try…
