Nervous
"Morning," Mark greeted Jesse as he walked into the Doctor's Lounge.
Jesse jumped a mile at the sound of Mark's voice. He had been deeply in thought regarding how to tell his friends about Ally. Jesse gathered himself and replied, "morning, Mark. How are you?"
"A little less jumpy than you seem to be," Mark observed as he sat at Jesse's table. "Are you nervous about something?"
"A little," Jesse answered quietly.
"Have you got to make a speech or something?" Mark asked him. "Speeches always make me nervous. I always do something like drop my cards, or stumble over words or something. Then again, I always practice too much."
Jesse laughed. "It's not really a speech. Just, something."
"Something?" Mark asked him, growing more curious by the moment.
"Something I gotta say to someone."
"To who?"
Jesse swallowed. "You, Amanda and Steve."
Mark was now so curious about the whole matter that he was on the edge of his seat with interest.
"Us?" Mark enquired.
"Yeah. I gotta introduce you all to someone."
Mark grinned to himself. "Got a girlfriend, have you?"
Jesse chuckled. "Not exactly."
Mark frowned, wondering what on earth Jesse was getting so nervous about telling his three closest friends.
"I'll tell you now, as apposed to later," Jesse continued, not making a lot of sense to Mark. "But, don't say anything about it to the others, not yet. I want to tell them myself."
"Sure Jesse," Mark replied slowly.
"Well," Jesse began. "I'm a father."
Marks eyebrows shot upwards and his lower jaw headed to the floor. "You're a father? When's it due? Who is the mother?"
"It's already here and I don't know who the mother is," Jesse answered his questions.
"It's already here and you don't know who the mother is?!" Mark repeated in astonishment. "That was kinda sudden, I mean it takes about nine months… is it a boy or a girl?"
"It's a girl, and she's twelve years old."
If Mark's eyebrows and jaw could have gone any further apart, they definitely did after hearing that statement. "Twelve years old? When I said kinda sudden, I should have said very sudden. You've been a father for twelve years and you've kept it a secret?"
"I haven't actually been a father for twelve years," Jesse told him.
Mark rolled his eyes. "Now you have lost me. I think you'd better start from the beginning."
"The story is a long one," Jesse said. "What it all adds up to is that a cousin of mine committed suicide, and I've got custody of his kid."
"That's not so bad," Mark replied. "Why did you get so nervous about telling me that?"
"That's not the entire story," Jesse told him. "I'll tell you the rest when the others arrive."
"Okay," Mark concluded, knowing that it was never wise to try and get too much out of someone at one time. "How's Saturday lunchtime at the beach house?"
"Sounds great," Jesse responded. "Set five places, I'll bring Ally along."
"Ally. Is that her name?"
"Yeah. It's short for Alicia," Jesse explained.
"What a great name," Mark smiled.
"Hey, Ally," Jesse called as he entered the house. "Ally? Are you home?"
"In here," Ally called from the bathroom. "Did you know that I'm not your only house guest?"
"Pardon?" Jesse asked as he walked into the cramped bathroom.
"I think it's a boy," Ally told him, turning around and showing a jar to Jesse. Inside was a small mouse.
"A mouse?" Jesse asked, taking a step back.
"Come on, don't tell me you are afraid of this little guy," Ally said quietly as she walked out of the bathroom.
"Where did you find it?" Jesse asked, his eyes not leaving the glass jar.
"In here, in the crack between the bottom of the sink and the wall," Ally explained. "And if you don't mind, his name is Mickey."
"That's original," Jesse commented.
"Well if you had a mouse, what would you call it?" Ally enquired.
"I wouldn't have a mouse," Jesse replied firmly.
"What if you did? What would you call it?" Ally persisted.
"IF on the off chance I had a mouse, I'd probably call it Squeak or something."
"Squeak?" Ally asked, amused. "At least Mickey has some style."
"Anyway, I have some news," Jesse changed the subject, hoping that Ally would forget about the mouse.
"News?"
"We are going to see my three friends on Saturday," Jesse told her.
"Wow, really?" Ally exclaimed, who was at the point of going mad at always being inside the house. "You mean I can actually go out of this place? Where do these friends live?"
"Two of them live in a house in Malibu, which is where we are going."
"To the beach?" Ally asked, her eyes wide.
"Have you never been to the beach before?" Jesse asked her.
"Never," Ally told her. "I've never seen the ocean."
"You poor kid! You don't know what you've been missing," Jesse told her. "Before we go, I'll give you some money and you can buy yourself some swimwear." He put his hand in his pocket and got his wallet out.
"You don't have to do that," Ally said. "Besides, wouldn't it be a bit dangerous going out to the shops this early?"
"I'd let you get one out of a catalogue, but it wouldn't arrive in time. Anyway, I'm your, well, I'm your father now, right?" Jesse was new to the concept and was still trying to get used to it. "Since that is the case, I am the one who has to buy things for you."
Ally nodded. "Just so long as it's not too much of a risk."
"I'll be there, keeping an eye on you, and we can go at a peak time, so that it's not too quiet. Would that be wise?"
"It's probably best," Ally agreed. "It's probably better to go then as apposed to when there are less people around. That way, if on the off- chance they are looking for us, it will be difficult to spot us in a crowd."
"Okay," Jesse settled the conversation. "Friday afternoon, after school. I'll take a really, really late lunch break and take you out. I've only got an hour, though."
"No problem," Ally told him. "I'm not one of these kinds of girls that spends hours messing around trying to choose what to wear."
"That's good to know," Jesse laughed.
Note: I had actually already written this by the time I got my 4th review (the one that suggests some of the stuff in here.) I know that its been a long wait for some of the other characters to be included, but I had to include all the other stuff to make it legal. There will be some action soon – I promise! -- Bec :) (Oh yeah also I'm English so my writing is probably English sounding too, not a lot I can do about that -- sorry!)
"Morning," Mark greeted Jesse as he walked into the Doctor's Lounge.
Jesse jumped a mile at the sound of Mark's voice. He had been deeply in thought regarding how to tell his friends about Ally. Jesse gathered himself and replied, "morning, Mark. How are you?"
"A little less jumpy than you seem to be," Mark observed as he sat at Jesse's table. "Are you nervous about something?"
"A little," Jesse answered quietly.
"Have you got to make a speech or something?" Mark asked him. "Speeches always make me nervous. I always do something like drop my cards, or stumble over words or something. Then again, I always practice too much."
Jesse laughed. "It's not really a speech. Just, something."
"Something?" Mark asked him, growing more curious by the moment.
"Something I gotta say to someone."
"To who?"
Jesse swallowed. "You, Amanda and Steve."
Mark was now so curious about the whole matter that he was on the edge of his seat with interest.
"Us?" Mark enquired.
"Yeah. I gotta introduce you all to someone."
Mark grinned to himself. "Got a girlfriend, have you?"
Jesse chuckled. "Not exactly."
Mark frowned, wondering what on earth Jesse was getting so nervous about telling his three closest friends.
"I'll tell you now, as apposed to later," Jesse continued, not making a lot of sense to Mark. "But, don't say anything about it to the others, not yet. I want to tell them myself."
"Sure Jesse," Mark replied slowly.
"Well," Jesse began. "I'm a father."
Marks eyebrows shot upwards and his lower jaw headed to the floor. "You're a father? When's it due? Who is the mother?"
"It's already here and I don't know who the mother is," Jesse answered his questions.
"It's already here and you don't know who the mother is?!" Mark repeated in astonishment. "That was kinda sudden, I mean it takes about nine months… is it a boy or a girl?"
"It's a girl, and she's twelve years old."
If Mark's eyebrows and jaw could have gone any further apart, they definitely did after hearing that statement. "Twelve years old? When I said kinda sudden, I should have said very sudden. You've been a father for twelve years and you've kept it a secret?"
"I haven't actually been a father for twelve years," Jesse told him.
Mark rolled his eyes. "Now you have lost me. I think you'd better start from the beginning."
"The story is a long one," Jesse said. "What it all adds up to is that a cousin of mine committed suicide, and I've got custody of his kid."
"That's not so bad," Mark replied. "Why did you get so nervous about telling me that?"
"That's not the entire story," Jesse told him. "I'll tell you the rest when the others arrive."
"Okay," Mark concluded, knowing that it was never wise to try and get too much out of someone at one time. "How's Saturday lunchtime at the beach house?"
"Sounds great," Jesse responded. "Set five places, I'll bring Ally along."
"Ally. Is that her name?"
"Yeah. It's short for Alicia," Jesse explained.
"What a great name," Mark smiled.
"Hey, Ally," Jesse called as he entered the house. "Ally? Are you home?"
"In here," Ally called from the bathroom. "Did you know that I'm not your only house guest?"
"Pardon?" Jesse asked as he walked into the cramped bathroom.
"I think it's a boy," Ally told him, turning around and showing a jar to Jesse. Inside was a small mouse.
"A mouse?" Jesse asked, taking a step back.
"Come on, don't tell me you are afraid of this little guy," Ally said quietly as she walked out of the bathroom.
"Where did you find it?" Jesse asked, his eyes not leaving the glass jar.
"In here, in the crack between the bottom of the sink and the wall," Ally explained. "And if you don't mind, his name is Mickey."
"That's original," Jesse commented.
"Well if you had a mouse, what would you call it?" Ally enquired.
"I wouldn't have a mouse," Jesse replied firmly.
"What if you did? What would you call it?" Ally persisted.
"IF on the off chance I had a mouse, I'd probably call it Squeak or something."
"Squeak?" Ally asked, amused. "At least Mickey has some style."
"Anyway, I have some news," Jesse changed the subject, hoping that Ally would forget about the mouse.
"News?"
"We are going to see my three friends on Saturday," Jesse told her.
"Wow, really?" Ally exclaimed, who was at the point of going mad at always being inside the house. "You mean I can actually go out of this place? Where do these friends live?"
"Two of them live in a house in Malibu, which is where we are going."
"To the beach?" Ally asked, her eyes wide.
"Have you never been to the beach before?" Jesse asked her.
"Never," Ally told her. "I've never seen the ocean."
"You poor kid! You don't know what you've been missing," Jesse told her. "Before we go, I'll give you some money and you can buy yourself some swimwear." He put his hand in his pocket and got his wallet out.
"You don't have to do that," Ally said. "Besides, wouldn't it be a bit dangerous going out to the shops this early?"
"I'd let you get one out of a catalogue, but it wouldn't arrive in time. Anyway, I'm your, well, I'm your father now, right?" Jesse was new to the concept and was still trying to get used to it. "Since that is the case, I am the one who has to buy things for you."
Ally nodded. "Just so long as it's not too much of a risk."
"I'll be there, keeping an eye on you, and we can go at a peak time, so that it's not too quiet. Would that be wise?"
"It's probably best," Ally agreed. "It's probably better to go then as apposed to when there are less people around. That way, if on the off- chance they are looking for us, it will be difficult to spot us in a crowd."
"Okay," Jesse settled the conversation. "Friday afternoon, after school. I'll take a really, really late lunch break and take you out. I've only got an hour, though."
"No problem," Ally told him. "I'm not one of these kinds of girls that spends hours messing around trying to choose what to wear."
"That's good to know," Jesse laughed.
Note: I had actually already written this by the time I got my 4th review (the one that suggests some of the stuff in here.) I know that its been a long wait for some of the other characters to be included, but I had to include all the other stuff to make it legal. There will be some action soon – I promise! -- Bec :) (Oh yeah also I'm English so my writing is probably English sounding too, not a lot I can do about that -- sorry!)