Third chapter Yay! I wont keep you waiting with talk this time. ^-^
Steve woke up Monday morning feeling tired and ill. Paige was actually home, but made him go to school anyways despite the vomiting he did the night before. She had a boyfriend coming over and she didn't want Steve to be there. He was sitting on the sidewalk just outside of his house when a car pulled up. The window rolled down. "Steve, are you okay?"
Steve looked up and saw it was Claire. "Ugh." he said getting up, "I don't know."
"Get in." He staggered to the passenger side of the car and climbed in. "You don't look good," said Claire as he shut the door.
"I'm fine. Let's just go." At school, Steve wasn't has talkative or has active has he usually was. He threw up second hour and Claire decided just to take him to her house. Has much as Steve refused, Claire took him anyways. She made him rest and went to see if she had anything to help him.
"He made me feel better when a joke was played on me," she thought, "now it's my turn to help him out." She watched him sleep and wished she could just tell him everything. She wanted to be held again like at the dance. She sighed and watched him breathe. He didn't wake up for another hour.
When Steve woke up, he still felt sick (though not has bad as before) with a headache that hurt like hell. Claire offered him some aspirin, but he decided to tough it out. They both just looked at each other for a minute. "I should go," Steve finally said.
"No, stay. ...Please?"
"Not today."
"Then I'll take you home." They got in the car and Claire drove to his house. Paige walked up to the driver's side of the car when it stopped. Claire rolled her window down.
"So you're the girl Steve has a crush on," Paige said. Claire blushed and didn't respond.
"Oh, slut mom," Steve said. "Get your ass over here and help me out!"
"Don't swear in front of your girlfriend," Paige said grinning.
"Ah fuck you. I'll do it myself." He got out, say goodbye to Claire and went in the house.
"He likes you, he told me." Claire didn't really know what to say so she kept quiet. "Trust me," Paige said walking backwards to the house. "I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true."
"Uh, bye," Claire said. Paige smiled and waved as Claire drove off.
Steve was back at school a few days later. He looked better and he was until first hour when he fell asleep. Even then he was still okay. Claire laughed as she shook Steve a little and said, "Tired are we?"
"Yeah. Oh, um, Claire? Slut mom decided she wants to meet you so you're coming over this weekend."
"Um, okay."
"Great, I got to go to my locker." She followed him and waited while he got his stuff.
"So," Claire said, "why does your mom-"? "Slut mom." He shut his locker and they walked down the hall.
"Okay. Why does your 'slut mom' want to meet me?" They walked into the English room and sat down. The teacher wasn't there yet.
"I don't know," Steve finally answered. "Because she's weird. Well, the only thing she could tell you about herself is that she's a slut."
"Oh how nice," laughed Claire.
"That's why I call her slut mom. Well, she's had so many boyfriends you wonder where she gets them all from."
"Which one is your dad?"
"Don't know. She doesn't know either- or she 'can't remember' has she puts it."
"Does that . bother you at all?"
"Not really." At that moment, Mr. Larson stepped in. Steve and Claire laughed as quietly as they could about the way Mr. Larson walked.
When the day finally ended, Claire dropped Steve off home. All through the night Steve hoped his "slut mom" wouldn't insult Claire. He also hoped "slut mom" could keep her mouth shut and not embarrass him. Which was highly unlikely. "Well," said Paige startling Steve, "is she coming?"
"Yeah, but don't say anything to embarrass her."
"Ok, I'll only embarrass you then."
"Shut up," he said rolling his eyes.
Meanwhile, Claire was at home daydreaming of the weekend.
That's all for the 3rd chapter peoples!! ^-^ More to come! I'm so glad you all like it.
Steve woke up Monday morning feeling tired and ill. Paige was actually home, but made him go to school anyways despite the vomiting he did the night before. She had a boyfriend coming over and she didn't want Steve to be there. He was sitting on the sidewalk just outside of his house when a car pulled up. The window rolled down. "Steve, are you okay?"
Steve looked up and saw it was Claire. "Ugh." he said getting up, "I don't know."
"Get in." He staggered to the passenger side of the car and climbed in. "You don't look good," said Claire as he shut the door.
"I'm fine. Let's just go." At school, Steve wasn't has talkative or has active has he usually was. He threw up second hour and Claire decided just to take him to her house. Has much as Steve refused, Claire took him anyways. She made him rest and went to see if she had anything to help him.
"He made me feel better when a joke was played on me," she thought, "now it's my turn to help him out." She watched him sleep and wished she could just tell him everything. She wanted to be held again like at the dance. She sighed and watched him breathe. He didn't wake up for another hour.
When Steve woke up, he still felt sick (though not has bad as before) with a headache that hurt like hell. Claire offered him some aspirin, but he decided to tough it out. They both just looked at each other for a minute. "I should go," Steve finally said.
"No, stay. ...Please?"
"Not today."
"Then I'll take you home." They got in the car and Claire drove to his house. Paige walked up to the driver's side of the car when it stopped. Claire rolled her window down.
"So you're the girl Steve has a crush on," Paige said. Claire blushed and didn't respond.
"Oh, slut mom," Steve said. "Get your ass over here and help me out!"
"Don't swear in front of your girlfriend," Paige said grinning.
"Ah fuck you. I'll do it myself." He got out, say goodbye to Claire and went in the house.
"He likes you, he told me." Claire didn't really know what to say so she kept quiet. "Trust me," Paige said walking backwards to the house. "I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true."
"Uh, bye," Claire said. Paige smiled and waved as Claire drove off.
Steve was back at school a few days later. He looked better and he was until first hour when he fell asleep. Even then he was still okay. Claire laughed as she shook Steve a little and said, "Tired are we?"
"Yeah. Oh, um, Claire? Slut mom decided she wants to meet you so you're coming over this weekend."
"Um, okay."
"Great, I got to go to my locker." She followed him and waited while he got his stuff.
"So," Claire said, "why does your mom-"? "Slut mom." He shut his locker and they walked down the hall.
"Okay. Why does your 'slut mom' want to meet me?" They walked into the English room and sat down. The teacher wasn't there yet.
"I don't know," Steve finally answered. "Because she's weird. Well, the only thing she could tell you about herself is that she's a slut."
"Oh how nice," laughed Claire.
"That's why I call her slut mom. Well, she's had so many boyfriends you wonder where she gets them all from."
"Which one is your dad?"
"Don't know. She doesn't know either- or she 'can't remember' has she puts it."
"Does that . bother you at all?"
"Not really." At that moment, Mr. Larson stepped in. Steve and Claire laughed as quietly as they could about the way Mr. Larson walked.
When the day finally ended, Claire dropped Steve off home. All through the night Steve hoped his "slut mom" wouldn't insult Claire. He also hoped "slut mom" could keep her mouth shut and not embarrass him. Which was highly unlikely. "Well," said Paige startling Steve, "is she coming?"
"Yeah, but don't say anything to embarrass her."
"Ok, I'll only embarrass you then."
"Shut up," he said rolling his eyes.
Meanwhile, Claire was at home daydreaming of the weekend.
That's all for the 3rd chapter peoples!! ^-^ More to come! I'm so glad you all like it.