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WE FINALLY FIND OUT IF SEBASTIAN IS REALLY PREGNANT. MORE WILL BE EXPLAINED LATER.
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Chapter 3
"I'm…I'm... pre-pregnant... I'M FUCKING PREGNANT! THIS IS A JOKE! ABSOLUTELY ONE HUNDRED PERCENT BULLSHIT! THE TEST IS WRONG!" Sebastian's tears streamed down his face. He has trouble processing this unexpected news. It's the next day, after Sebastian found out his TERRIBLE news.
He was in Dalton's Academy's bathroom stall crying his eyes out ALONE, trying to be quiet but this overwhelming news was making it impossible to be calm.
He prayed no one would walk in and see him this way.
But than again he couldn't think of anyone at that moment.
All he saw was how screwed he was. He was a male, pregnant and sixteen. He wasn't ready for this. He had NO IDEA where to start or what to plan. He was scared SHITLESS.
Sebastian sat in the stall rubbing his stomach as he cried.
This wasn't real. It WASN'T happening.
"What AM I GONNA DO?! I CAN'T BE FUCKING PREGNANT! IT'S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE!" Sebastian freaked out but quickly forced himself to calm down and TRY to think rationally.
He rubbed soft circles around his stomach praying for an answer.
And just when he was about to completely give up, someone walked in.
HIS SAVIOR.
The one who would be HIS ROCK for now on.
"Mickey! I... I... I...NEED YOU! H-H-HELP ME!" Sebastian couldn't control the shakiness in both his body and his voice.
He NEEDED someone.
He KNEW he could trust Mickey.
Sebastian immediately broke down as his best friend stared at him with SHEER concern.
He pulled Mickey into the stall as the brunette with soft lovable dark brown eyes lets Sebastian.
He was taller than Sebastian but a lot skinnier.
Sebastian pulled him with no trouble at all. Shutting the stall behind him, Mickey let Sebastian cry to him. The stall was massive. Both fit well in the stall. Sebastian back down on the toilet and Mickey stood in front of his friend then crouched down comforting his friend.
"Bas, what's going? Come on, bud. It's gonna be ok. You can talk to me, but first you NEED to calm down. That's it... Deep breaths in and out. I'll count. 1...2...3..." Mickey Saldino does everything he can to help his long time best friend.
Sebastian was frightened.
Mickey sensed it and wanted to help.
He helped Sebastian take deep, slow breaths. Sebastian's breathing was labored and shallow. He NEEDED TO CALM DOWN. But he was so shaky and nervous. It was hard to control but Sebastian did his best.
Mickey grabbed Sebastian's hand thinking nothing of it and held it in his own, caressing Sebastian's fingers softly which in turn Sebastian appreciated Mickey's presence very much.
The frightened teen's breathing started to return to normal.
Mickey making sure Sebastian was looking at him, Mickey stared right into Sebastian eyes, giving him a warm smile.
He flashed his smile as bright as the sun. Mickey meant well. He REALLY did.
He cared A LOT for his friend. Mickey is a good guy, with good intentions. He didn't want to see anyone in pain, especially Sebastian. He noticed Sebastian was slowly starting to come around and stopped crying.
He smiled inwardly.
He'd done his job.
Now came the hard part – getting his friend to open up. He knew would be a difficult task.
Sebastian was stubborn.
But no matter what, Mickey WANTED answers and he was going to get the truth. But question was – would he truly be prepared for what was in store?
He sighed.
He had no choice. Sebastian needed a friend. So, if he's that only friend, then so be it. He was glad to be.
"Oh, Mickey! Thank you! Thank GOD you're here! I MESSED UP! I MESSED UP SO FUCKING BAD!" Sebastian exclaimed but too tired to cry anymore.
He had to let this out but struggled so badly!
Mickey was confused but didn't say more; instead, he let Sebastian get whatever was on his mind out. He could tell it was IMPORTANT. He waited patiently even though he was DYING to know the truth.
He hoped Mickey could help make sense of what was happening to him. Sebastian sighed sadly but reached for his Warbler's vest pocket and pulled out the pregnancy test that he took yesterday.
He held it tightly in his hand concealing the little white wand for a bit. He decided to rip off the band-aid and just show Mickey the results, suddenly not caring if it seemed like he'd gone off the deep end.
Mickey on the other hand was suddenly VERY nervous but kept his emotions in check. He saw Sebastian reach for his pocket and pull something out.
He had NO idea what it was and he had no idea what to do or expect and without realizing it, he held his breath.
He was confused.
"Mickey..." Sebastian said again, his voice wavering like he was crying but didn't, "I'm in SO much trouble". Sebastian whispered softly, eyes began to water as he opened his palm to reveal a small, white tube.
His eyes never left Mickey's face.
He'd hoped for Mickey to say something...anything. But Mickey didn't say anything and it ALARMED him.
Why isn't he saying anything? Sebastian thought as Mickey looked down and saw the positive pregnancy test.
At first he was passed confusion and wondered why Sebastian showed him a pregnancy test.
Then it HIT him...
"SEBASTIAN! WHAT THE HELL?! YOU GOT SOME POOR GIRL KNOCKED UP?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE PLAYING FOR THE OTHER TEAM! I SHOULD SMACK THE SHIT OUTTA YOU! WHAT HAPPENED? GET DRUNK, MET SOME SLUT, AND DID IT! HOW CAN YOU BE SO STU-" Mickey was going off, not giving a chance for Sebastian to explain himself until Sebastian had to stop Mickey from more tongue-lashing.
Little did Mickey know...
He had to make Mickey understand.
"Mickey! Shut up! Just shut the hell up! I didn't get anyone knocked up... I'M THE ONE PREGNANT, YOU IDIOT! THIS STICK IS FOR ME!"
And there it was – the truth. And neither was prepared for it.
Finally out and set free, Sebastian began to feel a TON of weight off his shoulders but at the same time was still scared shitless.
"What did you say?" Mickey whispered, not believing what he heard.
The young brunette's head was spinning at the sudden shocking confession.
"You heard me, Mickey... I don't know..." Sebastian felt like breaking down but he held strong which surprised him considering how ALONE and SCARED he felt.
"And why the hell are you reacting like…like, THIS?!"
Mickey wanted to laugh because he thought he was being pranked on, until he saw how TERRIFIED Sebastian truly was.
He never saw him like that before.
Deep down and as CRAZY as it sounded he believed Sebastian.
Why would he ever lie to Mickey?
Sebastian would NEVER do that.
Sebastian may be A LOT of things BUT Mickey knew he was NO liar. Mickey continued to stare at his friend as if he suddenly grew an extra head.
So many unanswered questions kept floating in his head until he landed on one to ask.
"How…?" Mickey asked puzzled, truly wanting to know how it was physically possible for a male to get pregnant?
So many theories jumbled but Mickey couldn't come up with single realistic answer without sounding like a nut job. None of this made sense.
He wished it did.
That would certainly be easier for his friend.
"Do you think if I possibly KNEW how this happened I wouldn't be this upset? I don't know Mickey... ALL I KNOW IS THAT I'M SCREWED! So , do you believe me?" Sebastian tried to think rationally hoping to God he didn't lose his support.
Minutes passed.
The boys sat in the cold, semi-sterile bathroom, in both contemplative and shocked silence. With no muzak, the silence was both serene and unnerving. In sum, they didn't know how to feel.
"You're pregnant…"
"Yup."
"You're…pregnant."
"Yuuuup."
"And…you're…"
"Mickey, if you say 'you're pregnant' one more time…"
"I know, I know," Mickey slowly said, "I'm just…I'm just trying to get my head around it."
"You and me both."
A fluorescent light flickered a little above them, noisily interrupting this library-like atmosphere. Sebastian humorously thanked the gods above them that a water faucet wasn't dripping. A little smile adorned his face and then just as quickly, vanished.
Meanwhile, Mickey appeared to be miles away. Sebastian wasn't sure what was going on in his mind, but one terrifying thought filled his – WHAT IF THIS SCARES HIM OFF?!
"Mickey?"
No response.
"Mickey?"
"Y…yeah?"
"I'm not crazy."
"I know."
Pause.
"So…?"
Mickey sighed.
"So, what?"
"Do…do you believe me?"
Mickey noticed it. He had already noticed it, but the simplicity of this question, then brutal honesty, the child-like NEED to be believed rang through. And it hit Mickey like a ton of bricks.
"Yes." Mickey confidently replied.
"Yes, I DO believe you Sebastian."
For the briefest of moments, Sebastian burst into tears. But, he quickly gathered himself, dreading the time when he might fall apart and REALLY need his best friend.
"Oh, thank God. Thank you Mickey."
"Of course."
"There's no 'of course' about this."
"I know…"
But Mickey wasn't done.
"And…" Mickey methodically began, "you're sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!"
"Did…" Mickey shifted himself a little, leaning towards his sullen best friend. "you took a…piss test…"
Sebastian dramatically sighed. "Yup, I just showed you the test!" And then, he humorlessly laughed, "I hate those damn plus signs."
"And you got a plus sign…"
"Yeah…"
"Let me see it again."
Sebastian turned hurtful eyes to Mickey. "What's with this inquisition?"
"Can I FUCKING SEE IT?!"
Sebastian looked away, shaking his head. He handed the little truth-telling device to Mickey, who took it wordlessly, examining it.
"I…" Mickey shifted back to his previous position. "I can't believe I'm about to ask this, but do you know…who?…you know…"
"No, I don't." Sebastian lied.
"Slut."
"Shut up."
For the first time since the stunning revelation, the boys smiled. TRULY smiled. It didn't matter that they were in a public restroom with an annoying flickering light and silence. They were there. TOGETHER.
Suddenly, Sebastian threw his arms around Mickey! His face was buried in the Italian's neck, lips shaking a little, holding on like barnacles. Barely a second went by before Mickey too encased the pregnant boy in his arms, soothing Sebastian's trembling form. They stood there like that, solidifying their friendship as hands stroked and arms supported.
"Thank you," Sebastian muttered, voice muffled by Mickey's five o'clock shadow.
"You're welcome, Sebastian."
A moment later, arms dropped and eyes roamed each other's faces. Neither boy moved apart from each other very far.
"I'll always be there for you, Sebastian."
Touched, he merely looked into Mickey's eyes. All too quickly, the moment became what could only be called 'kind of uncomfortable.' The boys separated, but their eyes remained glued…hopeful…SUPPORTIVE…
"Come on, Sebastian," Mickey said, turning towards the door, "Let's schedule a doctor's appointment for you."
Sebastian smiled.
.
One of the disadvantages of a doctor's office being opened on a Saturday is that there was a good chance that could run into people you knew. But, Saturday was surprisingly the soonest Sebastian's doctor could see him and Mickey scheduled the appointment. Sebastian clearly did NOT want to see a classmate or a teacher in the waiting room and stood behind Mickey at the Check-In counter. After that dumb task was completed, he asked Mickey to scan the room for anyone they knew.
"The coast is clear." Mickey announced.
Audibly sighing, Sebastian quickly darted around him and made a bee-line for the nearest chair, unceremoniously plopping down.
"Easy, Seb." Mickey said, sitting down himself.
"What?"
"Go easy, Seb. Don't unnecessarily rush."
"Who cares?"
"I just don't want anything to…"
Sebastian exaggeratedly laughed. "Oh my God! Do NOT tell me that you think rushing to my seat hurt the bab-…" Sebastian cleared his throat and then whispered, "Hurt the baby?"
"I don't know!" Mickey replied. And then, he grabbed a three-month old magazine from a nearby table, and added. "Maybe."
Sebastian covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his howling laughter. Mickey angrily turned a page in 'Sports Illustrated'.
"Shut up."
Of course, Sebastian didn't.
Another page of Mickey's uninteresting magazine was haphazardly turned.
Sideways glances towards the pregnant teen proved unfruitful – nothing gained that was ventured.
The boys simply hovered there in time and space, trying to prove to themselves that they were patient. Well, MOSTLY patient.
The waiting room was filled with strangers basically doing the same thing – sitting in pairs, desperately hoping a magazine would kill boredom, and unconsciously listening to the tick-tick-tick of an institutional wall clock.
In other words, a typical doctor's office visit.
"Mr. Smythe?" Two teenage heads turned upwards.
"This way please."
They stood up to go, but Sebastian placed a hand on Mickey's elbow.
"Where are you going?" the pregnant boy asked. But before Mickey could even answer, he added, "Just stay here."
"I wanna come with you!" Mickey quietly whined.
"No. Just stay here."
"But…!"
"No." And then, an ornery grin adorned Sebastian's face.
"Just stay here. Stay….good boy!"
Mickey glared, groaned, and plopped back down in the chair, angrily grabbing his 'Sports Illustrated' magazine. Sebastian chuckled as he strolled back with the nurse.
After his vital signs were taken and was escorted to a vacant room, Sebastian was once again left to his own devices.
He briefly thought about playing 'Texas Hold 'em' on his cell phone, but quickly abandoned the idea when that brought a painful flash of memory to his brain.
"Resident Evil…" Sebastian whispered. He quickly shook his head.
The last thing he needed to remember was David Karofsky's favorite video game. Or ANYTHING related to David. It was just too painful.
Suddenly, the door opened and a tall, Hispanic man, in white smock, approached him.
"Mr. Smythe? I'm Dr. Lechuga." Dr. Lechuga offered his hand and Sebastian politely shook it. With typical medical arrogance, the doctor sat down, gently placed his laptop on the counter, and turned to him.
"So? What seems to be the problem today?"
Sebastian recounted all of his symptoms to the doctor. He answered a few questions for the Mexican-born man and the two bantered back and forth for several minutes.
Then, quite suddenly, the doctor leaned back, staring at Sebastian but his mind was miles away.
The pregnant teen found it quite unnerving to be looked at in this way – like he was under a microscope or something.
The silence in the room wasn't helping either. Sebastian's right leg began to nervously twitch.
"Ah ha!" Dr. Lechuga exclaimed, making Sebastian jump a little. But before he could respond, the doctor spoke up.
"I think I know what's wrong with you."
Sebastian inwardly groaned.
"Well, I've already said that I took a preg-"
"You're pregnant!"
Sebastian sighed.
"Yes, I thought as much."
But Dr. Lechuga suddenly began laughing! And not just a chuckle here and there. He nearly doubled over with his officious, egotistical guffaws at Sebastian's expense.
The boy was quickly getting annoyed.
"Doc? What's so-?"
"One in three million."
Sebastian's eyes narrowed.
"Huh?"
"One in three million!" Dr. Lechuga repeated, but THIS time, with boyish enthusiasm.
"You represent only one in three million teenage boys who have the genetic predisposition to get pregnant!"
"Yippee…" Sebastian muttered. But Dr. Lechuga ignored him.
"You see," the doctor continued, slightly leaning towards him, "you have all of the…EQUIPMENT, to become pregnant. They just didn't…MATURE, until sperm was introduced to your, uhhh, system."
Dr. Lechuga uncomfortably cleared his throat and continued, "Therefore, young man, you will develop a fully developed womb in, say, a month or so, and you will deliver a boy or a girl!"
"But…"
The doctor cockily smiled, "Apuesto a que tienes un montón de preguntas!"
Now, VERY clearly annoyed, Sebastian said, "Yes, I DO have a lot of questions!"
The doctor's eyes widened in surprise but stayed silent.
"Like, how far along am I?"
"Oh, I'd say about five weeks."
"Then, why am I not showing at all?"
The doctor chuckled AGAIN, "Mr. Smythe, five weeks is not very far along. You probably won't be showing for quite possibly another…four or five."
"Oh God…"
Sebastian's counterpart remained silent, eager for more questions.
"Why did I never…?" I CANNOT BELIEVE I'M ABOUT TO ASK THIS, "Why did I never have…my period?"
The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose before answering, "Well, like I said before, your system didn't start maturing until sperm was introduced to your…system."
Dr. Lechuga probably went on and on about the mechanics of the human reproductive system, but Sebastian was hardly listening.
The doctor's excitement clearly contrasted with Sebastian's dread. He didn't have time to digest what he was told before the elated doctor continued.
The doctor proceeded to tell Sebastian all of what to expect and what to do and where to go and why him and so forth. The sullen boy was hardly listening. Hardly.
"-in four weeks. OK?"
Sebastian came out of his thoughts.
"What? Oh, um, OK."
"OK then! Just make that follow up appointment and I'll see you next month!"
And with that, Dr. Lechuga whisked out the door, like the Wizard of Oz. Sebastian must've sat there for another minute or two. Maybe three.
.
Sebastian stumbled down the hall, completely dazed. He absentmindedly followed the signs to get back to the waiting room, his thoughts a haze of fear and confusion. Slowly, Sebastian rounded the corner and knew he only had about twelve more feet to walk until he returned to the real world of the waiting room. Step by step by momentous step, the truth had to be told and revealed to the world and he was incredibly thankful that Mickey Saldino was a part of that.
He arrived and found Mickey smiling at a photograph in his magazine. Sebastian paused for a long moment, admiring his best friend. His Italian good looks and lustrous hair adorned his nearly flawless face. Sebastian watched his white teeth and his high cheekbones glistening with a sheer line of sweat, admiring something in that damn magazine.
Sebastian cleared his throat.
Mickey looked up and all but threw the magazine to the floor, immediately standing and approaching his pregnant best friend.
"What'd he say?" Mickey asked as he approached him.
THE REAL WORLD, Sebastian thought.
"Let's…let's talk about it outside."
And without waiting, Sebastian all but ran to the receptionist desk to schedule his next month's appointment, with Mickey struggling to keep up.
"Slow down, will ya'?" Mickey complained.
And just as he was about to complain some more, he realized that, near the entrance, Sebastian had come to a dead halt.
"What's the matt…?"
Mickey followed Sebastian's line of sight. Ahead of him, pushing a dolly of medical files, was a boy he knew and hadn't seen in a while. But Sebastian's reaction surprised him.
"David?" Sebastian asked.
David Karofsky stared back at him.
"Sebastian!"
Mickey watched the two of them momentarily before saying "Hi Dave."
Dave didn't respond. Instead, he just stared at Sebastian in the almost desolate office.
"What are you doing here?" Dave asked with a confused tone.
"I…I…" Sebastian faltered and then cleared his throat. "What are YOU doing here?"
Dave pointed to his dolly.
"I work here."
Sebastian's eyes couldn't have gotten wider. The next thing Dave and Mickey knew, Sebastian was gone.
"Sebastian! Wait up! I've got the car keys!"
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