-Friday, September 2, 7:05 am/John & Vriska's house/38 weeks-
John turned off his alarm clock and put on his glasses, running his fingers through his hair. He turned to look at Vriska, who was just now waking up. He knew that she would probably go back to sleep once he left.
"Hey," he said with a smile, "I'm going to be leaving in about thirty minutes."
"Okay…" Vriska yawned. She stretched a little and pulled the sheets back up to her chin.
"Just remember, if anything happens, call me." John sat down on the bed. "All my professors and my boss know, so please don't wait until I come home to tell me you've gone into labor."
Vriska laughed a little. "I wouldn't do that."
"Good." John gave his wife a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Have a good day." He smiled as he stood back up and walked into te bathroom.
-10:41 am-
Vriska groaned as she attempted to sit up in bed. "Did I seriously sleep for twelve hours?" she thought. Whatever, she needed it.
She rolled out of bed and cracked her back. "Ugh," she groaned as she walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
It was really boring around the house. There wasn't much to do, since John was gone. For the past week Vriska had done nothing but eat, watch TV, and check her Tumblr. When she had enough energy to walk upstairs, she sat in Casey's nursery and folded her tiny clothes over and over again.
She needed something to do.
Vriska went into the living room and grabbed her laptop off the couch. Maybe she could post her 38-week blog entry. No…she could do that any day that next week. What about online shopping? Wait…they didn't have extra spending money.
Eventually the cursor moved to a familiar icon on the desktop. She hadn't clicked on it in what seemed like forever. Before it could register in her mind, Vriska had opened up the program…Trollian.
And who was the only person online?
Tavros.
How long had it been since she had talked to him last? An earth year? Maybe more? It wasn't like she hated him anymore, even though they were kismeses when they were younger. Now his shyness and low self-esteem just got under her skin and made her want to claw his eyes out.
Since she had nothing better to do, Vriska just decided to talk to him.
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-adiosToreador has disconnected-
Vriska sighed before setting her laptop to the side. Was is really the right thing to do, inviting her kismesis over? She couldn't take it back, and besides, she really needed something to do.
The pounding of footsteps was heard from the basement and Vriska remembered something: How was she going to explain Casey? She was way too big to hide it. But how would Tavros react? He still had some flushed feelings for her, and besides, reproduction was looked down upon in troll society…
"Uhh…Vriska?"
Vriska whipped her head around to see Tavros standing in the kitchen. "When'd you get here?!" she exclaimed.
"I, uh…just got h-here." Tavros blushed and looked up from the floor, his eyes widening. "Why are you so…big?"
Vriska cocked her head.
"Erm, I, uh–I mean, y-you look g-great!" His face turned a deep shade of orange-brown and he looked back down at the floor.
"You don't have to lie to me." Vriska rolled her eyes before joining Tavros in the kitchen. "It's kind of complicated, though. I don't really like talking about it, but if you want to know…"
"Oh, uh-uh it's okay!" Tavros said, feeling the need to back away. "Y-you don't have to!"
"Really, it would just be easier to explain." Vriska sighed and leaned on the counter. "So you know how the John human and I are matesprits?"
"Uh, y-yeah…"
"Well, we kind of…" Vriska paused, thinking of the right words to use. "…'did it'."
"You…" Tavros lowered his voice to a very faint whisper. "…p-pailed?"
"Yeah." Vriska sighed, running her fingers through her hair.
"Well, um…was it, uh…fun?" Tavros couldn't think of anything else to say.
"You could say that." Vriska shrugged and sat down at the kitchen table. "Until what happened afterwards."
"What…happened?" Tavros was starting to get very uncomfortable. "Did you, uh…not use a…pail?"
"Well, yeah, we didn't," Vriska scoffed. She leaned back and rested her hands on her stomach. "You can sit down, you know."
"Uh, um…thanks." The chocolate-blooded troll quickly took a seat opposite Vriska. "If you…didn't use a pail…is that why you're so…?"
"Yep." Vriska smiled a bit. "It's called a baby. It's kind of like a human grub."
Tavros shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Uh-uhm…"
"Tavros?"
"S-sorry… It-it's just a lot to t-take in…"
"I hate it." Vriska sighed. She rubbed her stomach. "I mean, it really isn't so bad until you consider the face that there's a thing growing inside of me who uses me as her energy source, and kicks my internal organs, and makes me have to pee a lot…"
"Y-you can f-feel it…?" Tavros slowly reached out. "C-can I…?"
"Touch it?"
"Y-yeah…" He blushed.
"Sure." Vriska grabbed the other troll's hand and guided it to the spot on her stomach where Casey was kicking the most. Tavros cracked a gentle smile despite the fact that he was terrified of what Vriska might so to him.
"A-adorable…"
"What?"
"S-sorry!" Tavros yanked his hand away. "Uh-uhm…what are you, in…n-naming it?"
"Cassia." Vriska smiled. "Casey for short."
"Was that…" Tavros struggled to to grasp the human's name. "J-John's idea?"
"The Casey part was." She sat up more, still smiling. "Cassia was my idea."
Tavros nodded, not really knowing what to do.
The two just sat there, staring at each other.
"Well this is…awkward…" Tavros scratched his neck. "So, um…did you know that, uh…Gamzee and I are matesprits?"
"Really?!" Vriska started laughing. "Y-yeah… I, uh, made the first…move…"
"YOU made the first move?!" Vriska's jaw dropped. "Just don't get cocky. You don't want to end up like me, haha."
"Heh…I don't think that could happen…" Tavros was more uncomfortable than ever.
Vriska stood up and walked over to the cabinet. "I didn't know it could happen to me."
"But…why didn't you use a…a pail?" Tavros asked. "I-isnt that common sense…?"
"Ha. I thought you said condom sense." The cerulean-blood laughed as she took a cup out if the cabinet. "We forgot that, too."
"I thought you knew better than that…" he mumbled.
Vriska poured the cup full of orange juice and turned around. "I heard that!" she sang. "We just got caught up in the heat of the moment, that's all."
"What happened to the Vriska who never forgets?!" Tavros spat, immediately realizing his mistake. "Erm, I mean, um, uh…"
"Tavvy, I've changed." She smiled a gentle smile as she sat down at the table. "I'm human married to John, we're having a baby…" Vriska's words trailed off.
"But why are you being nice to me, Vriska?! You've always been a total bitch to me and we were kismeses!"
"I…just want to be nice." Vriska crossed her arms. "I'm gonna be the BEST mom, so I've gotta play the part."
"Well…" Tavros sighed. "…best of luck, then."
Vriska scoffed. "Are you kidding me? What luck."
"Well, you did say you have 'aaaaaaaall the luck,' after all…"
"I think I figured out pretty quickly that isn't true." She sighed. "I just…I don't know what to do anymore…"
"Um, well…" Tavros paused. "What do you want to do?"
"Like go do something, or…?"
"Y-yeah…" Tavros blushed as he turned away.
"There's not really much to do," Vriska told him. "John doesn't like me leaving unless I'm with him, just in case something happens…"
"Oh-oh, um…maybe I should leave—"
"No, you can stay," Vriska insisted. "I don't have anything better to do."
Tavros scratched his neck. "Um, well…maybe I could h-help you with the…grub stuff?"
"Well, I do have some clothes that need to be folded…" Vriska paused, thinking. "C'mon. You can help me fold clothes."
She stood up and went into the hallway, Tavros following her. The two trolls walked down to the end of the hallway and entered a small utility room with a washer and dryer in the corner.
"I think it's pretty obvious which clothes are whose," Vriska said with a laugh. She picked up one of John's t-shirts and began to fold it.
"No…" Tavros pushed Vriska's arm down. "You go sit down, and I-ill take care of this."
"Are you sure? I can fold half."
"You should sit down. I'll fold it all."
"But I have my…stuff…"
"I can fold them." Tavros picked an article of clothing out of the huge pile sitting on top of the dryer.
"Dammit!" Vriska reached across the washer and snatched a pair of bright blue panties from Tavros' hands. "Don't touch my underwear!"
"S-sorry!" Tavros blushed loudly. "I-I didn't see it!"
"That's why I wanted to do half." Vriska rolled her eyes and proceeded to grab whichever clothes she didn't want Tavros touching.
About fifteen minutes later, the two had folded every inch of clean laundry previously strewn across the room. They were separated into neat stacks depending on which clothes were whose.
"Well, we got that finished," Vriska said with relief as she looked at her phone. "Oh, it's almost lunchtime. I'm starving."
"Um…what would you like to eat?"
"I was wanting to pick up something." Vriska flipped her hair and walked into the kitchen. "You don't have to make me anything."
Tavros sighed. "I-I was wanting to be nice."
"Why do you even want to be nice to me?!" She sighed with frustration and pulled her hair up into a ponytail.
"I-I just wanna be nice, o-okay!" Tavros squeaked. "Please…?"
The blue-blooded troll rolled her eyes and sighed with frustration. " I wanted McDonald's."
"Uh-um… let me get it for you!" Scratching his neck, Tavros nervously looked around the room. "What would you like?"
"You can't drive, idiot."
"Who said I was driving?"
"Look, humans are stupid." Vriska grabbed her purse off the table. "You'll get jumped or something. You don't even have human money…" She opened the front door. "So, are you coming or what?"
"I… guess I am helping you…"
The ten-minute car ride to McDonald's was pretty awkward. Vriska was blasting music from her iPhone, which was pretty much all Marina & The Diamonds and some Lady Gaga. Tavros was uncomfortably hunched over in the passenger's seat, terrified of Vriska's driving skills.
Vriska sped into the parking lot and pulled into the drive-thru line. "What do you want?" she blankly asked.
"Uh-um…chicken nuggets…"
"Welcome to McDonald's," a voice said from the speaker. "How can I help you?"
"I'll have a number two with fries and a Coke, and a number ten."
"Alright, that'll be $7.89."
Vriska drive up to the drive-thru window and paid for her food, then waited for an employee to actually give her the food.
"Here you go," the employee said as he handed Vriska her bag of food.
"Thanks." Vriska grabbed the bag of food and took her cheeseburger out as she started driving.
"Here's your chicken nuggets," she said to Tavros, handing him the cardboard box as she took a bite. "This… isn't a burger."
Vriska frustratedly pulled into a parking space and cut off the engine. "I'm going to get what I ordered. Give me your food, and stay here."
Before Tavros could say anything, Vriska had gone inside.
"Excuse me." Vriska went up to the counter. "I think my order got mixed up."
"What about it?" This was the only reason Vriska hated going to McDonald's—most of the employees there didn't really seem to care. How in the world had Karkat ever put up with people like this?
Vriska set the paper sack on the counter and took out the receipt and the sandwich. "I ordered a cheeseburger and got a chicken sandwich instead."
"Lemme see that." The troll really didn't like the sardines in the employee's voice. "I'm sorry, but you already ate some of it. I can't refund or get you a new one if you already ate it."
"What?!"
"It's policy, ma'am."
"I've never heard of this so-called 'policy' before!" Vriska did air quotes with her fingers. "Could I at least get a refund?"
"Policy, ma'am."
"This is ridiculous!" Vriska grabbed the bag.
The manager made his way over to where the argument was taking place. "Perhaps we could give you a coupon for your next—"
"I don't want a coupon, I want my freaking burger!" She was lucky she had stopped herself from cursing in front of so many people. That would've gotten ugly. "This is ridiculous, so I am leaving."
She stormed out of the establishment in rage. "Utter bullshit," she mumbled to herself, getting back in the car.
Tavros looked at her curiously. "Did you—"
"Shut up, or I will bash your skull into the window."
Vriska angrily sped out of the parking lot and back to her house, surprisingly never getting pulled over. She threw the bag of food onto the table, not even caring that half of it had spilled out. "Fuck McDonald's," she mumbled. "Fuck it!"
"Sh-should I g-go back…?" Tavros asked, becoming very uncomfortable.
"Please."
Vriska waited until he had definitely left before plopping down in the couch and bursting into sobs. No one was any help anymore. She just wished Casey were out so the two of them and John could be a nice, happy family."
-6:37 pm-
"Vriska?"
John crouched down in front if the couch. Vriska was sprawled out, a blanket thrown on top of her body. "Babe, are you okay? You don't look so good." He rubbed her forehead. "You feel a little warm."
"I don't feel so good." Vriska opened her eyes.
"It's not Casey, is it? Do we need to go to the hospital?"
"No, I just had a rough day." She sniffed. "But, I at least folded all the laundry."
John smiled a but. "That's good at least." He helped his wife sit up. "Do you want to watch a movie? Maybe that will help you feel better."
Vriska smiled. "Sure."
This was based off a roleplay TH4TON3GUY and I did! I thought it was fun.
Karkat used to work at McDonald's.
I'm updating instead of studying for my next period final. You guys had better like this. :P
TooLazyToLogOn - Thank you!
TH4TON3GUY - Yeah. But she forgot about it.
