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Here is part 2 where we left off last chapter with Dave and Sebastian. How does it go? You will have to read to find out. Lol!
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Chapter 18
A sudden gust of wind forced Sebastian to reach for the side of the stadium for support with his left hand. His right hand protectively covered his abdomen. Dave, unaffected by the gust, watched everything unfold before him. A lone janitor passed behind them and the boys turned to see him. The older man with a gray and black goatee nodded to them, locked the locker room door, and left.
As if further proof was needed that they were completely alone, the sun had dipped low enough for a security light mounted twenty feet above them to click on, casting them in artificial light. The sun wasn't even completely down and a slight chill was in the air.
But that was nothing compared to the awkwardness of this moment. Dave toed the blacktop and kicked a pebble onto the stadium wall. Sebastian released his hands and looked at anywhere but him. You could tell there were words and questions and phrases and accusations in BOTH of their minds, but maddeningly, nothing was being said.
Of course, Sebastian can be relied on for two things – good fashion, and being snarky.
"So," Sebastian suddenly began, "how's your sex life?"
Dave glared at him, ignoring the Smythe Smirk. Instead, he let silence be his answer and Sebastian felt something akin to regret.
"Sorry." He muttered.
THAT got Dave's attention. He finally looked up at Sebastian, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and once in a while, a hand would cover his belly. And still, Dave said nothing.
"I don't know what to say, Dave."
"Well, I do!" The bigger boy took three long steps and was in his former boyfriend's face! "How about explaining all of this? How did this happen? How CAN this happen? What's really going on?" And just as Sebastian produced a smile and opened his mouth, Dave roared, "And not with any attitude!"
"Well," Sebastian began, "you see, when a mommy and a daddy love each other, or in this case a daddy and a daddy, they come together-"
"Seeeeeeb!"
The pregnant boy turned away. Then, he looked up at that stadium light and some early evening bugs circled around it. Dave followed his line of sight and watched with him.
"Wouldn't it be wonderful," Seb quietly began, "if life were as easy as being attracted to light?"
Dave looked back at him and softly said, "Seb-"
"Don't."
The jock looked confused. "I just want…I want to…I don't know. Help or something."
"Help?"
Dave got angry. "Yeah, Sebastian. You know. Help! But I need the truth Sebastian."
"You used," Sebastian fondly began, "to call me Bas…"
"Not anymore." Dave quietly said. Sebastian watched him, seeing Dave's eye twitch as he said this. Sebastian sighed.
"I'm two and a half months pregnant. My parents kicked me out and I'm living with Blaine. I take prenatal vitamins. I work at Speedway. I'm no longer the 'rich brat' you used to accuse me of."
Sebastian took a breath and Dave stared at him like a police detective. When the pregnant boy got no response or even a reaction, he continued.
"I transferred to McKinley out of necessity. My parents wouldn't pay my tuition at Dalton and Mickey was nice enough-"
"Is he the other father?" Dave suddenly asked.
Sebastian looked at him angrily. "No!"
"Are you sure about that?"
Total fury exploded in Sebastian! "Of course I am! I'm not a slut, Dave! How dare you?! And I didn't cheat on you when we dated!"
Dave blinked a couple of times and looked away. "S-sorry."
"And you should be!"
Tension filled the air around them and a darting pain coursed through Sebastian's abdomen. He closed his eyes and his right hand automatically covered his belly. It wouldn't pass and Sebastian partially turned away.
"I didn't mean to upset you." Dave sadly said. "I just don't understand. I mean, I know you didn't cheat, Mickey's not the other dad, and-" Then, he finally looked at Sebastian and saw the smaller boy was in pain. "Sit on the bleachers, Sebastian."
"I'm fine! I'm…fine. Now."
He wasn't but he wasn't about to let Dave know that. After a few deep breaths, Sebastian finally opened his eyes and was shocked to see the bigger boy RIGHT beside him. Sebastian relented.
"Seriously, Dave? I said I'm fine."
"Bullshit."
Sebastian had no response. So, Dave said, "Let's go to the auditorium. It's warmer and the seats are padded."
"Alright."
Seb's prompt response caught Dave off guard. They simultaneously turned back towards the school. Dave noticed that Sebastian was now walking a little slower than he used to and there seemed to be a bit of a waddle. Nevertheless, Dave held the door open for him, which was surprisingly unlocked. A small burst of warm but stale air hit them and Sebastian sneezed.
This proved bad. The sneeze sent spasms through Sebastian and he groped the wall for support. Dave was right there, helping to balance him. He used his shoe against Sebastian's to prevent the pregnant boy from sliding on the floor. And all Sebastian could do was endure it. Eyes closed, hand over his fetus, mouth grimaced, Sebastian Smythe was forced to endure the care of David Karofsky.
That doesn't mean he liked it or wanted it. Within a few seconds, Sebastian was able to stand up on his own. He pushed off the wall into an upright position and FELT Dave's body against his own. Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"C-c'mon, Dave." Sebastian said with a strained voice. "You don't have to be the hero."
"You needed help." Dave said matter-of-factly.
"I'm fine now."
"O-OK."
They resumed walking down the hall. After a couple of turns, they emerged into the auditorium. True to Dave's word, the seats were padded and they found the first available. As if by habit, the bigger boy pushed one of the seats down and extended his hand towards it for Sebastian to sit there. He resisted an eye roll but took the proffered seat anyway. Dave sat right beside him.
They stared onto an empty, dark stage as if that was their life. Something that was shadowy and unknown. A darkness that, like the future, couldn't be something you would know or count on. It was something to make for yourself and they both knew that. No wonder Shakespeare said life is a stage.
"What are those pains?" Dave quickly asked.
Sebastian snapped out of his reverie and turned to him. "Just pains."
"Is that normal?"
"My doctor thinks so."
Dave turned to him. "But, do YOU?"
Seb looked down. "There's so little they know about male pregnancy that I wouldn't know. I would imagine pregnant wome- PEOPLE have aches and pains and it's par for the course."
Dave wasn't satisfied with that answer but changed the subject. "I thought male pregnancy was a myth."
"No, I'm the myth."
"Shut up."
And for the very first time, both of them smiled.
"Anyway," Sebastian said, turning back to the dark stage, "the chances of getting pregnant are one in a million." He chuckled. "I should play the lottery!"
Dave said nothing.
"So, I'm going to have a child…"
Dave shifted his weight towards him. "Why didn't you tell me you're pregnant sooner?"
Sebastian sighed and turned back to him, surprised at how close they were to each other. "I…I don't know. I didn't want you to be concerned, I guess."
"You do know that we once dated, don't you?" Dave playfully said.
"Yes, Dave. I know."
"Well…" the bigger boy, clearly uncomfortable with this conversation, rubbed his thumb on his thigh, "I could, I don't know, help or something."
"You make it sound so thoughtful."
Dave looked at him sideways. "You don't always have to be a smartass. This is serious stuff."
"I know that…"
Now it was Dave's turn to look at the dark stage. There was a long pause and they could hear each other breathing.
"Who's the other-?" Dave asked.
"Just someone."
"I thought you said you weren't a slut?"
"I did."
"Then…?" Dave began, but halted.
"Actually, Dave, I just don't want to talk about…him right now."
Dave looked a little hurt but added, "Why not?"
"I just…don't."
IT HURTS TOO MUCH, Sebastian thought.
"Well," Dave protectively said, "if this guy gives you any trouble, don't keep it to yourself."
"I've got Mickey."
Dave's expression soured. "Mickey…"
Sebastian turned back to him. "Yes, Dave. Mickey. He's a good friend and he's been there."
Childishly, Dave said, "I could've been there for you."
The pregnant boy threw his hands up in the air and let them bounce on his thighs. "I know! I just wasn't ready or willing to tell you. HE found out because I had no one at the time to tell!"
Dave turned away. He knew exactly what Sebastian was driving at. They had split up when Sebastian discovered he was pregnant and there was a hint of guilt welling in the bigger boy. Probably Sebastian too. Their eyes drifted forward again, towards that damn, Shakespearean stage. Dark as it was.
"Are you OK at Blaine's house?" Dave asked.
"Yes."
"Do you have everything you need?"
"Yes."
"Do you have enough…prenatal vitamins?"
Sebastian turned towards him and wondrously stared before answering, "I'm fine, Dave. I don't need you to…I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I don't need you to baby me."
Dave grew frustrated. "I just want to-"
"Help. I know."
The jock narrowed his eyes. "Is that so wrong?"
"So, let me guess…" Sebastian angrily began, "You want us to be friends again? Or back together again?"
"No!" Dave loudly answered. And then he lowered his voice. "I mean, we can at least be on friendly terms, can't we?"
"I don't think so."
And with that, the pregnant boy stood up and began scooting down the opposite row. He could hear Dave's protests behind him.
"Wait, Sebastian!" Dave yelled and got up to follow.
"No!" Sebastian turned around and put his hand up like a traffic cop to stop Dave. "No. I can do this on my own. Blaine, the girls, and Mickey are more than enough to-"
"I STILL CARE ABOUT YOU!"
And there it was. It was finally out in the open and Sebastian almost felt the physical blow of those words. A darting pain shot through his belly but disappeared as quickly as it came. Nevertheless, Sebastian put his hand over his abdomen and slowly turned around.
"I'm fine, Dave. I'm just fine." He quickly approached the door but came to a stop. He turned around and saw the exasperated look on Dave's face. "No. We can't be on friendly terms or friends. I'm fine."
Sebastian left. Dave's shoulders slumped. And darkness remained on the stage.
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