A/N WARNING: Suggestions of illegal things.
Landon was now in his own apartment. He had lived with some old friends of his father's for almost a month, but decided to split when he could tell they were aggravated having him around the house. He worked as a real estate seller, making decent money, at least enough to support him and the kids. His father, being willing with his money, gave him all the money for his chemo. Mrs. Prow, an old widow who lived some apartments down, watched the kids for three days after the chemotherapy. He didn't want them around while he couldn't take care of himself, let alone to hopping 7-month- old twin girls. He heard the doorbell ring.
~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~
Landon looked over to the intercom, which was filling the birthing room with sound, a little ding, ding, ring, resembling a doorbell. Landon looked over to Jamie, sweat trickling down her forehead and her bang stuck to her forehead, smiling at the baby that was rushed from the room. "Do you think you will make it?" he asked in a whisper. She looked up into his hazel eyes, smiling at him also, her only response being, "Landon, I'm so tired. I'm just so tired."
~*~*END OF FLASHBACK*~*~
"Just a minute!" he called out, trying to regain his composure. He opened the door to see his best friend, Amy Lewis, holding hands with her two and a half year old Olivia. "What an interesting outfit," he remarked to Olivia, who stood in white lab coat, clutching a black leather bag tightly to her side. Amy had been his friend forever; he had just never decided to tell the group about her, it wasn't important. Landon smiled and invited them in, offering Amy a soda.
"No thank you Landon, just came to visit," said Amy politely, releasing Olivia's hand and allowing her to explore. Landon laid on the couch, and Olivia followed him. "Stick your tongue out," she ordered, opening her bag.
"Olivia, what have you got there?" he asked, trying to peek into her bag.
"It's Dr. Lewis," she said stoutly, "and this is my Doctor bag." She fumbled with the latch, trying to pry it open. After successfully opening it, she took out her medical instruments - a plastic stethoscope and a wooden tongue depressor. "Lan'on sick." She pressed the plastic knob of the stethoscope onto her stomach, believing that's where his heart was.
"What's wrong with me Dr. Lewis?" he asked.
"Your heart is breaked," she said sadly. Landon's eyes bulged. He looked over to Amy for an explanation but she just shrugged and turned her head back to Olivia. She poked Landon's mouth with the depressor she stood back while nodding wisely. She fumbled through her bag and brought out a bag of M & M's, fingering one out, and handed it to Landon. "What's this?" he asked.
"Antebotics," she replied, taking it from his hand and putting it in his mouth. "It will make you all no sick." She shoved the doctor equipment into her bag. "Good as new," she said brightly. How could Landon not laugh? Now done caring for Landon, she grabbed the dolly lying on the floor, one of the twins' he supposed, and started to care for a "broken arm."
"So how have you been Landon?" asked Amy, watching Olivia nurse the doll back to health, trying to shove an M & M into the sewn on face.
"Getting by, I guess," he said. "Is there a particular reason for this surprise visit? Usually you call."
"Well, um, actually there is," she confessed, "I need $500 dollars."
"Five hundred dollars?" he asked, wondering if she was really that far into debt, "What for?"
"Do you remember Jack?"
"The one with the squiggly brown hair that you dated until three years ago? Olivia's father?"
"That's the one. Well, we've been back for four months, and he's landed in the jailhouse. He needs bail money," she said, embarrassed.
"What's he in for?" he asked, not quite as surprised as he probably should have been.
"He stole a winter coat, for Olivia. I couldn't afford one, so he said he would get one, and that's how he planned to get it I guess," she said, shaking her head. "I love him Landon. He's the father of her, and I want us to be a family, he promised it to me. Please?" her eyes pleaded with him, staring deep inside him. She broke the gaze to check on Olivia.
"I don't know Amy. We have about six hundred in savings, and I wanted to put something away for them. I'm not making the greatest money, you know."
"I'll pay you back!" Amy pleaded.
"Who, Jack? What if he runs off again? You're living off social security and disability, you can't afford it!" Amy has had a bad case of M.S. (multiple sclerosis), which is a disease that attacks your nerves, especially around your eyes. She was half blind sometimes, and sometimes could see clear as day.
"Jack will not leave me!" she said angrily, "And when he gets a job he'll pay you back!" By then, Olivia had stopped playing and was sitting on the ground, staring at the two, legs gathered to her chest, rocking softly. Landon instantly felt guilty. She had seen to much fighting in her life. Above her lip was a pink scar, a reminder of the last boyfriend who had punched her in the mouth then attacked her mother, who put pepper spray into his eyes.
"You know," said Landon in a quieter voice, trying not to scare Olivia, "You said that when you found out you were pregnant." Amy let out a scream of rage.
"Olivia, get your things together. We're going," she said in a huff. Olivia nodded, shaking, and tried to pick up the things but her hand was shaking to badly. Landon helped her, her mother only stared.
"Goodbye Landon. I guess we really aren't friends anymore," and with that, she left, slamming the door behind her, causing the twins to wake up. She hadn't been like this, but the last two years she had turned into a street chic, wanting nothing more then a hit off of a piece of grass.
He went back to the twins' room, singing them back to sleep.
Landon was now in his own apartment. He had lived with some old friends of his father's for almost a month, but decided to split when he could tell they were aggravated having him around the house. He worked as a real estate seller, making decent money, at least enough to support him and the kids. His father, being willing with his money, gave him all the money for his chemo. Mrs. Prow, an old widow who lived some apartments down, watched the kids for three days after the chemotherapy. He didn't want them around while he couldn't take care of himself, let alone to hopping 7-month- old twin girls. He heard the doorbell ring.
~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~
Landon looked over to the intercom, which was filling the birthing room with sound, a little ding, ding, ring, resembling a doorbell. Landon looked over to Jamie, sweat trickling down her forehead and her bang stuck to her forehead, smiling at the baby that was rushed from the room. "Do you think you will make it?" he asked in a whisper. She looked up into his hazel eyes, smiling at him also, her only response being, "Landon, I'm so tired. I'm just so tired."
~*~*END OF FLASHBACK*~*~
"Just a minute!" he called out, trying to regain his composure. He opened the door to see his best friend, Amy Lewis, holding hands with her two and a half year old Olivia. "What an interesting outfit," he remarked to Olivia, who stood in white lab coat, clutching a black leather bag tightly to her side. Amy had been his friend forever; he had just never decided to tell the group about her, it wasn't important. Landon smiled and invited them in, offering Amy a soda.
"No thank you Landon, just came to visit," said Amy politely, releasing Olivia's hand and allowing her to explore. Landon laid on the couch, and Olivia followed him. "Stick your tongue out," she ordered, opening her bag.
"Olivia, what have you got there?" he asked, trying to peek into her bag.
"It's Dr. Lewis," she said stoutly, "and this is my Doctor bag." She fumbled with the latch, trying to pry it open. After successfully opening it, she took out her medical instruments - a plastic stethoscope and a wooden tongue depressor. "Lan'on sick." She pressed the plastic knob of the stethoscope onto her stomach, believing that's where his heart was.
"What's wrong with me Dr. Lewis?" he asked.
"Your heart is breaked," she said sadly. Landon's eyes bulged. He looked over to Amy for an explanation but she just shrugged and turned her head back to Olivia. She poked Landon's mouth with the depressor she stood back while nodding wisely. She fumbled through her bag and brought out a bag of M & M's, fingering one out, and handed it to Landon. "What's this?" he asked.
"Antebotics," she replied, taking it from his hand and putting it in his mouth. "It will make you all no sick." She shoved the doctor equipment into her bag. "Good as new," she said brightly. How could Landon not laugh? Now done caring for Landon, she grabbed the dolly lying on the floor, one of the twins' he supposed, and started to care for a "broken arm."
"So how have you been Landon?" asked Amy, watching Olivia nurse the doll back to health, trying to shove an M & M into the sewn on face.
"Getting by, I guess," he said. "Is there a particular reason for this surprise visit? Usually you call."
"Well, um, actually there is," she confessed, "I need $500 dollars."
"Five hundred dollars?" he asked, wondering if she was really that far into debt, "What for?"
"Do you remember Jack?"
"The one with the squiggly brown hair that you dated until three years ago? Olivia's father?"
"That's the one. Well, we've been back for four months, and he's landed in the jailhouse. He needs bail money," she said, embarrassed.
"What's he in for?" he asked, not quite as surprised as he probably should have been.
"He stole a winter coat, for Olivia. I couldn't afford one, so he said he would get one, and that's how he planned to get it I guess," she said, shaking her head. "I love him Landon. He's the father of her, and I want us to be a family, he promised it to me. Please?" her eyes pleaded with him, staring deep inside him. She broke the gaze to check on Olivia.
"I don't know Amy. We have about six hundred in savings, and I wanted to put something away for them. I'm not making the greatest money, you know."
"I'll pay you back!" Amy pleaded.
"Who, Jack? What if he runs off again? You're living off social security and disability, you can't afford it!" Amy has had a bad case of M.S. (multiple sclerosis), which is a disease that attacks your nerves, especially around your eyes. She was half blind sometimes, and sometimes could see clear as day.
"Jack will not leave me!" she said angrily, "And when he gets a job he'll pay you back!" By then, Olivia had stopped playing and was sitting on the ground, staring at the two, legs gathered to her chest, rocking softly. Landon instantly felt guilty. She had seen to much fighting in her life. Above her lip was a pink scar, a reminder of the last boyfriend who had punched her in the mouth then attacked her mother, who put pepper spray into his eyes.
"You know," said Landon in a quieter voice, trying not to scare Olivia, "You said that when you found out you were pregnant." Amy let out a scream of rage.
"Olivia, get your things together. We're going," she said in a huff. Olivia nodded, shaking, and tried to pick up the things but her hand was shaking to badly. Landon helped her, her mother only stared.
"Goodbye Landon. I guess we really aren't friends anymore," and with that, she left, slamming the door behind her, causing the twins to wake up. She hadn't been like this, but the last two years she had turned into a street chic, wanting nothing more then a hit off of a piece of grass.
He went back to the twins' room, singing them back to sleep.
