"I don't know." Casey said.
"Fine." She said picking up the phone.
"Stop!" Casey yelled.
"Are you going to talk to me?" She asked, still holding the receiver.
Casey nodded, as Erica hung up the phone.
"If you love someone, isn't sex what you're supposed to do?" Casey asked.
"Sure, if you're married."
"I mean, what's the harm?"
"STDs, pregnancy, and heartbreak, off the top of my head."
"I meant realistically."
"STDs, pregnancy, and heartbreak, off the top of my head."
"But I love Whyatt."
"You're also in high school."
"So, Rebecca and Henry went to high school together and they're together 10 years later."
"That happens about as often as pigs flying."
Casey shrugged.
"When did your parents start it all?"
Casey shrugged. "I don't remember it not happening."
Erica nodded. "I'm going to get Whyatt down here. I'll leave you two be, but I want you to have the conversation that Rebecca told you have."
"What about classes?"
"You've been gone a week, I don't think an extra few minutes matters."
Whyatt walked into Erica's office, who grabbed some papers. "I'm going to get some paperwork situated and I'll be back."
"Erica said you don't like having sex?" Whyatt asked.
"Not really." Casey responded softly.
"Is it because of your parents?"
"I think so. Having sex is great. The memories aren't."
"I understand."
"So, would you still love me if I asked you to slow down on the sex?"
"Of course." He said kissing her.
At home that night, Henry and Rebecca sat on the bed.
"Pregnant?" He asked.
"Yeah, 6 weeks or so."
"Why didn't you tell me 6 weeks ago?"
"We were dealing with Casey, and I felt, being that this baby is going to be inside of me for 9 months that she takes precedence."
"Speaking of Casey, have you heard from the lawyer?"
"Yeah, the parents want to press charges."
"What does that mean for her?"
"Because she robbed that liquor store, probably juvie."
"If that happens, we'll loose her for good. Rebecca, I know I'm hard on her and Whyatt, but I don't want that."
"Me either."
"Maybe we could talk to the parents?"
"I doubt that'll do much good."
"Can't hurt."
"Yes, it can."
Whyatt and Casey sat in the basement, on his bed, kissing.
"You know." He said. "We can do a lot of stuff that isn't sex."
Casey sighed. "Like what?"
He whispered something in her ear.
"That'll just lead to sex."
"I'm sorry I'm turned on."
"I just don't want sex right now. Okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine. We don't have to have sex." He said trying to slip his hands under her shirt.
Casey backed away. "Stop."
"What, you never minded before?"
"And I don't mind, I like it."
"Then what's the problem?"
"You don't have to get it, I just need you to respect it." She said getting up, and walking upstairs.
Casey, who had her head facing the floor, ran into Rebecca.
"Everything okay?"
"I guess." She said shrugging.
"You don't sound convinced."
"I talked to Whyatt."
"And?"
"He doesn't get it."
"Did he try to have sex with you again?"
Casey looked at Erica, who was across the room, who shrugged.
"Did he?" Rebecca repeated.
"Well, Erica sorta caught us yesterday." She said sighing. "I'm sorry."
"Erica?" Rebecca called angrily.
"It was dealt with at school, you have a lot on your plate right now. Didn't seem necessary to tell you."
"You had sex at school?"
Casey nodded. "In the bathroom."
"That's hygienic." Rebecca said rolling her eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever." Rebecca said.
"Are you mad?"
"Yes." Rebecca said bluntly.
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry people change their actions."
"I'm trying."
"No. You're not."
"But I am."
"In the 6 weeks or so you've been here. I have not once seen you, around Whyatt with your legs shut. Okay?"
"I'm sorry."
"Save it."
"But Rebecca, I am!"
"Okay. Fine, you're sorry." She said walking off.
Casey stood with her head hung, as tears began to fall to the floor.
"Kid?" Erica asked.
"Yeah?"
"You did the right thing downstairs."
"No. If I'm going to get in trouble for not having sex. I might as well just have it. I mean, at least that way Whyatt isn't mad at me." She said stepping back into the basement, and locking the door.
"Babe?" She asked.
"Yeah?" He said, still laying on the bed.
She slowly removed her top, tossing it to the side, and undid her bra as Whyatt smiled.
Erica walked into Rebecca's room, who was sitting with Henry.
"Rebecca?"
"Hm?"
"I need to talk to you."
"It can wait."
"No."
Rebecca stepped into the Erica's old room.
"You just drove Casey to Whyatt."
"They're having sex again?"
"As we speak."
"Dammit!" Rebecca yelled.
"Here words not mine. If I'm going to be punished for not having sex. I might as well have it. At least Whyatt isn't mad at me that way."
"But I didn't punish her, I applaud her for not having sex….earlier, anyway."
"I was there. Too a girl who went through she went through, a verbal reprimand is the exact same thing as a punishment. And if you applaud her for not having sex earlier, maybe you should have told her."
"I'm sorry I'm not the perfect parent, but I'm going to deal with this the way I see fit." She said heading to the basement door, to find it was locked.
"She's not stupid."
"Neither are you. Do you know why Kevin and I didn't blow a gasket when you had Henry had sex? And I'd like to point out, we were both beyond pissed."
"Hm?"
"Take something away from a teenager, they crave it."
"So, you're saying allow my kids to have sex."
"Without it sounding like incest. In a nutshell, yes."
