Shake awoke next to Frylock, who was sleeping calmly. Shake studied him as he slept.
Suddenly, his eyes opened and caught him, as he stared at him.
"Were you watching me sleep?" He conftonted.
"Maybe..."
Frylock smiled a little and they both got up out of bed. Shake wrapped his hands around him, and kissed him softly. They're lips remained locked, till there was a knock at the front door.
Shake walked into the living room and opened the door, to reveal the girl.
"What do you want? Leave us alone, already." Shake muttered.
"Wait...I have something really important to tell you." She stopped him from closing the door. Frylock entered the room, and watched her.
"What?"
"I'm...pregnant..." She blurted out. His eyes widened but he sighed.
"How do you know if it's mine? I figured you've done a hundred guys." Shake muttered.
"Actually. You're my first, and I havn't done it since."
"That's a surprise, slut." Frylock glared at her.
"You know what, French Fries? Shut your fucking mouth. This is our business." She turned back to Shake. "Anyways. I don't have any money for a dumb abortion."
"Well, we don't either." Shake replied.
"God! I hate myself-and you." She grunted.
"Hey. You're the on that got me drunk, so don't hate me."
"Well...I guess I'm having your baby." She sighed. "And since you're the father, this is half your responsibility." With that, she walked away, and Shake closed the door.
"You know she's right, Shake."
"What?"
"Well, you are the father. It's your duty to help."
"I'm not good with kids!"
"You should've thought about that, huh?"
