I was so happy to get so many reviews for the last chapter!
And speaking of that, I forgot to thank my reviewers last chapter, so I'll thank all the reviewers from the last chapter and this one!
Thank you to Brenda, Luz, JanayOkay14, and mark95. you guys are what keeps me going! I had seriously considered stopping this story several times before you guys started reviewing!
Okay, well here' the next chapter! It's a little longer than the other ones, but I think I owe it to you for the super late chapter! I had a case of writer's block for a little while, plus my internet was out for a few days.
Anyway, there's going to be one last twist at the end of the chapter that's going to make everything all better!
Justin's P.O.V.
It was awkward seeing Maura cry. I'd never really thought of Maura as an emotional person. I had definitely never expected her to be crying over some douche bag like Ryan. Especially when she couldn't sympathize with Addison crying over an at least somewhat decent (I don't want to brag about myself, because I'm sure I'm not the best guy in the world, but I should hope I at least treat a girl better than Ryan does) guy like me.
Since Maura and Addison no longer had hotel rooms, we were trying to work out where they were staying that night. I guess they could've booked new rooms, with Addison being who she was, but Maura did not want to be in the same hotel as Ryan, and Addison insisted that if she was going to stay at a hotel, it had to be that one, since it was so close to my house. Overall though, I think the two of them just weren't in the mood to spend the night in a hotel room. Caitlin had offered to let Maura sleep over at her house.
"Are you sure?" Maura asked Caitlin for the billionth time.
"Yeah, it's totally cool." Caitlin insisted once again.
"You sure you don't have any plans?"
"No I'm . . . oh shit, Becca!" Caitlin quickly whipped out her phone, "Hey Becca? Yeah, I'm really sorry, but you can't sleep over tonight. Yeah, I know, it sucks, but I have a friend visiting from L.A. and she just recently went through . . . um, well, a really bad breakup and I don't think . . . well, yeah, why . . . Caroline said she asked you and you said you didn't want to go! What, so the three of us were supposed to just skip the whole party that Addison had been planning for a month just because you didn't feel like going? What? No, we didn't go to that party just to get wasted, why would you think that? I didn't even drink! Peyton had like, one can of beer, maybe one and a half! Well . . . yeah Caroline did get . . . okay, I'm not her frickin' babysitter, what was I supposed to do? You want me to follow her around the whole time? Look, she had sex with that guy, she got that tattoo, I didn't have anything to do with it! If you're so eager not to find fault with anything she does, if you're so eager to blame it all on me, why don't you sleep over with her . . . oh, so now it's my fault she's grounded? Well, I'm sorry, it's not my fault her mom found out about that tattoo, if she's going to wear that low-cut of a top out in public, her mother would've probably grounded her even if she didn't have that tattoo! Fine!" Caitlin hung up. "Shit, now Becca's mad at me."
"I'm sorry Caitlin, I can stay somewhere else!" Maura apologized.
"No, it's not your fault; she's just being an ass."
"So, I guess the two of you can stay with Caitlin then?" I asked.
"No, I think just Maura. I don't want to take up too much space."
"Are you sure?" I asked, " Caitlin's house is really big."
"I'm sure, Justin!" Addison snapped. Then she whispered, "I was kind of hoping that I could stay with you."
"Oh . . ." I blushed, feeling like an idiot. "Well . . . I don't have much of a problem with that."
"You sure? Will Pattie . . ."
"She's out of town. She left yesterday."
"Why?" Addison asked.
"I have no idea."
Addison laughed, "Why doesn't Pattie ever tell you anything?"
"Oh, she tells me stuff. She blabbed for an hour about how she was so excited about whatever. I just never listen to her."
"She's at a high school reunion. My mom told me." Caitlin informed us.
"Well at least someone around here listens."
"Yeah, yeah, Caitlin's great, now where are you going to . . . actually sleep?"
"You're suggesting in your bed, am I right?"
"Well . . . yeah."
"Well the answer is yes, I was hoping for that too, but let's get one thing straight: we're only sleeping. Nothing more."
"Of course. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do."
"No Justin. That's not what I'm saying. No sex. Under any circumstances. Got it?"
I sighed, "Fine."
"And if one of us gets too turned on—I included—the other one has to stop it, okay?"
"Okay." I huffed.
Addison kissed me on the cheek, "Good boy."
I felt my anticipation growing as night fell upon us. I lay anxiously in my bed as she showered. I knew nothing was going to happen . . . I just couldn't help but feel excited.
I heard the water stop running. "Hey Justin? I usually sleep in only my underwear . . . is that okay?"
"Ummm . . ." Okay? Hell yeah it's okay! Ya know what else would be okay? How about you sleep totally naked? That would be okay too. In fact, why don't we actually sleep together, not just sleep in the same bed, but actually have sex? That would also be okay! "Yeah, that's fine."
"Cool." She stepped out of the bathroom and my breath caught. For a second I really and truly doubted that she didn't really want to have sex. I mean, why would you wear a thong and a lacy bra that showed that much cleavage if you didn't want someone to fuck you? Then I remembered that all bras show cleavage, all of her underwear was like that, and that those were actually the least sexy pieces of all her undergarments. I mean, the weren't super lacy, and it's not like they were zebra stripes or some sexy color like red or black. They were cream colored. Just cream colored. Of course, that didn't mean she didn't still look pretty damn fuckable. "Try not to get too turned on, okay?"
"What? Oh, yeah, okay."
We just lay in silence for a few seconds until Addison said, "I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant with Ryan's baby." And she started crying again. I didn't say anything. Something told me that she didn't need me to. She just needed me to be there.
When the sobs stopped, I knew she was asleep. But she still wasn't relaxed. She still needed me. Every time I moved she would gasp or whimper in her sleep. I got up to go in the bathroom (let's just say I lied about not getting to turned on. I have a huge collection of playboys hidden behind the toilet. One of the many reasons I was so creeped out when I heard the rumor about my mom) and when I came back she was crying hysterically.
I rushed over to her, "Babe, are you okay? What's wrong?"
She sobbed "There you are! I woke up and I couldn't . . . I didn't . . . oh Justin!" she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips against mine. I fell onto the bed, taking her with me. My hands moved down her body, and I started to take off her cream colored panties. Her hand clamped down on mine, stopping me. "No Justin . . . we can't."
"Why not?"
"Justin . . . this is wrong . . . I know we've done it before . . . but it's still not right. I don't want to be like this anymore. When I met up with Bryant, he said some things to me . . . and I know that he's a selfish lying jerk, but he had a point . . . and then my mom . . . she found out about the party, and that I wasn't a virgin—"
"Wait, what?"
"Long story. But, see, she was just so disappointed. And I realized that I wasn't the girl I used to be. The girl you fell in love with was slightly shallow, and maybe let fame go to her head just a little too much . . . but that girl never would've been pregnant at sixteen. I need to get back to the old Addison. The Addison you fell in love with, but better. Something changed that first night. I somehow thought . . . well, just, I felt so naughty, but I just loved it. Way too much. And I wanted more. So much that I've turned into the kind of girl who can't go ten seconds without sex and who stays out partying all night. Let's face it, I've kind of turned into Ke$ha." She laughed just a little. "But I don't want to be Ke$ha. I just want to be Addison. Just Addison."
I spent the rest of the night with Just Addison in my arms.
I woke up to the doorbell ringing. I got out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake Addison. I was a little worried about leaving her, but I had a feeling after our chat last night, she wouldn't be as needy. Don't get me wrong, she's pretty cute when she's needy, but I was so worried about her that I couldn't enjoy the cuteness.
"Hey, why are you guys here so early?" I asked Caitlin and Maura, opening the door.
"Justin, it's eleven." Maura said, rolling her eyes.
"Can we come in?" Caitlin asked.
"Sure. Addison's still asleep."
We talked for a while, until my phone rang. It was Ryan. Like I was seriously answering that. But when it rang again and again and again, I figured what the hell?
"What the hell do you want?' I snapped.
"Look, Justin, dude, I get that you're probably mad at me right now, but—"
"Understatement of the fuckin' year!"
"Listen, just hear me out!"
"Hear you out? You knock up my girlfriend, don't even care, and I'm supposed to fuckin' hear you out? Are you on drugs?"
"I'm really sorry about all that, and my reaction was totally out of line. It hadn't really sunk in yet . . . and to be honest I was sort of panicking. I don't know, last night I was brushing my teeth and it just sort of hit me. And I knew I had to make this right.
"As fucking touching as that is, Ryan, I honestly don't give a—"
"Shut the hell up Bieber! I just need to ask one fucking question!"
"Fine! Go ahead asshole!"
"Is. She. Keeping it?" he hissed.
I thought about saying no, just to torture him a little more, but that would be just plain cruel, especially considering how the dude was so against abortion. I sighed, "Yes." And hung up.
"Hey, is everything okay out here, I heard yelling." I looked up. Addison was awake and dressed, and actually looked pretty nice, considering how upset she'd been lately.
I walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek. "Everything's fine baby."
"Okay, cool. I'm going to go to bathroom. Be right back."
"Kay babe." I sat down on the couch. "So . . . is she cool with being pregnant now?" I asked Maura, "She sure seemed alright just now."
"No. Addison's really good at hiding her own feelings for other people's sake. I've known her long enough that I can tell when she's doing it. She's still really upset; she just doesn't want you to worry about her."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense."
Suddenly I heard a scream from the bathroom. I jumped up, "Addison? What is it?"
She emerged from the bathroom with a look of complete look of shock on her face.
"Adds, baby, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." It took a moment for her to compose herself enough to say more than that. "I just got my period."
DundunDUUUN! This is the part where you scream WTF!
Anyway, we only have about three chapters left *tear* but it's okay, because then I can start writing the sequel!
WHAT?
Yes people, sequel. And it gets better. I'm adding some new characters to the sequel!
Some will be Justin's friends like Christian and Chaz, since they weren't in this story that much, but others will be completely new characters that I'm making up, and guess what?
I want YOU, my reviewers, to be the new characters! The new characters will be people like Addison's old best friend, people who Addison used to go to school with, etc. Also, I need someone to be Chaz's girlfriend.
So if you want to be in the sequel send me a message or a review about it.
I just need to know your first name (if you want me to use your last name I will, but if you don't want random people on the internet to know your last name, I can just make one up.) And a BASIC description of what you look like. Hair color, eye color, etc.
Love y'all!
-NinjaDinosaurGirl