Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this made up fictional story, except for Ian Stevens. The rest are owned by Ann M. Martin.
A/N: Hey! I haven't updated in ages because of lack of chapter ideas and school and all. Now that summer's here, I'll have plenty of time to write. Yay! It also helps that today (6/11) is my 16th birthday! Anyway, here's chapter 7!
Confused, I walked over to the Stevens' house. I wanted to know why Ian was leaving and if he was leaving for good. I hesitated for a split second. Am I being nosy? No, I told myself, I'm just being a concerned neighbour and friend. Feeling confident with that answer, I rang the doorbell. Mary Anne answered it, dressed in an old house dress.
"Logan! I-I didn't expect you to be here. I am so embarrassed that you caught me wearing this old thing. Let me go change really quick. Come on in and make yourself comfortable," she said, blushing.
I thanked her and entered her lovely house. She rushed upstairs to change. I sat on the couch, but then got up and started to look at the pictures on the wall. There were many of the BSC members and of her family. I noticed that there weren't many of Ian's family there. There were plenty of pictures of them together, but there weren't any of just Ian or his family. That made me curious a little.
"I'm back. Thanks for waiting for me. So, what do you want to talk to me about?," she asked, sitting down.
"I was just admiring your pictures on the wall. They're great," I said. Mary Anne grinned.
"Thank you. I try to keep a lot of pictures of my family and friends up for everyone to see. Is that what you wanted to talk about?" she asked.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about Ian. I know it's not really any of my business as a neighbour, but it is my business as a friend. I saw him leave today with suitcases. Could this mean that he's gone…. for good?" I asked, anxiously awaiting her answer.
"I hate to disappoint you, but he's just going to be gone for a week. He has a business meeting in New Jersey. He'll be back next Monday, which is a shame because I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow." she replied.
I nodded. I was disappointed that it wasn't for good, but I understood how Mary Anne was thinking. She wants a father and a mother for her child. She doesn't want him or her to be lonely or wonder about their father, like she wondered about her mother.
"Well, at least he's out of the house for a little while. What are you going to do next?" I asked.
"I don't know. I honestly don't know. I know I can't go on living like this, though. I need to make a decision, and I need to make it pretty soon," Mary Anne said, sighing.
Sensing her frustration and confusion, I did something that might have been a little risky. I gently put my arm around her in a friendly way and asked a question that I probably shouldn't ask a married woman. Given the circumstances, though, I felt it was a safe one to ask.
"Would you like to have lunch with me downtown? I bet it will make you feel better."
"I- I think I'd like that. When shall we go?" she asked, smiling a little.
"Are you up for it now? We can go to Renwicks," I said.
"Great. I'm starving. Let me get my purse," Mary Anne said, grinning.
She got her purse and we went on to the restaurant. While we were there, we talked about how she was and even talked about some of the things that place reminded us of. We had a nice time and when I dropped Mary Anne off, she thanked me for taking her mind off Ian. I said she was welcome and that if she needed anything, for her to call me.
I was getting ready to leave, when she called after me. I turned around.
"Um, do you think you could come with me to the doctor's office? I really don't like being there alone," she said.
"Sure. Just pick me up, okay?" I said. She nodded.
"Thanks, Logan. This means a lot to me."
I nodded and thanked her. As I walked back to my house, I thought about how much fun we'd had at Renwicks. I hate to admit it, but I felt a little warm and fuzzy after thinking about that. She's so strong, I thought. If I were her husband, she wouldn't ever have to go through what she's going through right now. I stopped myself before I thought about her anymore. I mean, this is my married ex-girlfriend, who is also pregnant, for Pete's Sake! I shouldn't be having feelings like this for her. I knew that in my mind. But it was a little harder to convince my heart of that. She doesn't need him! But she does. Oh, what have I gotten myself into?
A/N 2: I know this chapter sounds a little stupid, but, trust me, I have an idea on how this could work. Just be patient with me. I might need some help with ideas, though. If you have any, please send me some. I'd appreciate it. Thanks. Love, Daisy.