A/N - Okay, real quick, I just wanted to finish up the scene between Avery and Joan. I know it was a bad cliffie, so this doesn't end on one. I'll try to write more soon. My muse has gone AWOL. :S
Joan was feeling sick again. Friedman? Matthew Friedman? Matthew-Make-Love-To-Science-And-Scully Friedman? Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. How could anyone, let alone someone as beautiful as Avery, ever sleep - EW.
"Joan? Are you all right?" Avery asked.
Joan, wide-eyed, nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, I'm peachy," she replied. "I'm not the one who had sex with Matthew Friedman!"
Avery's cheeks flushed, and she played with the ends of her cornsilk hair.
"Don't tell anybody," she said quietly.
"Oh, don't worry. I can totally see why you wouldn't want anyone to know it's his!" Joan said.
Avery looked up, confused.
"It's not me," she said. "He's the one who doesn't want anyone to know. I just don't get it - he was so sweet to me when we were alone. But once we got back in school, I didn't exist. It's like...he was...ashamed of me."
Joan's lip curled into an offended sneer.
"Honey, if anyone should be ashamed, it's you. I have no idea what you see in Matthew Friedman."
Avery smiled dismally.
"He's more than just this sci-fi geek, Joan, really. I mean, he's really romantic. He used to give me back rubs all the time, and he'd leave flowers on my doorstep every Saturday morning. We were so happy...and then this happened," Avery scoffed, gesturing to her stretched belly. "Then everything fell apart. He freaked out, said his mom would kill him, and that we couldn't be together anymore. That's when he offered to pay for an...abortion, and I just told him to go to hell."
Joan's heart throbbed. Poor Avery. Poor Avery's baby.
"But I miss him," Avery croaked, her voice breaking. "I really do. I just wish things could be the way they were before."
Avery dissolved into tears, and Joan helplessly hugged her. The two girls fit together awkwardly, their inflated bellies pressing against each other. As Joan rocked Avery, she closed her eyes and sent a vehement prayer to God, wherever He happened to be...Thank You for Adam...Thank You for Adam...Thank You for Adam...
A/N - Aaarrgghhh!!! I am so sorry that was so short! It's pathetic, I tell you! LOL...I'm really trying...this story is beginning to frustrate me. My inspiration will strike yet, I am sure of it! Reviews tend to help, though, *wink wink*! Thanks! =)
Joan was feeling sick again. Friedman? Matthew Friedman? Matthew-Make-Love-To-Science-And-Scully Friedman? Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. How could anyone, let alone someone as beautiful as Avery, ever sleep - EW.
"Joan? Are you all right?" Avery asked.
Joan, wide-eyed, nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, I'm peachy," she replied. "I'm not the one who had sex with Matthew Friedman!"
Avery's cheeks flushed, and she played with the ends of her cornsilk hair.
"Don't tell anybody," she said quietly.
"Oh, don't worry. I can totally see why you wouldn't want anyone to know it's his!" Joan said.
Avery looked up, confused.
"It's not me," she said. "He's the one who doesn't want anyone to know. I just don't get it - he was so sweet to me when we were alone. But once we got back in school, I didn't exist. It's like...he was...ashamed of me."
Joan's lip curled into an offended sneer.
"Honey, if anyone should be ashamed, it's you. I have no idea what you see in Matthew Friedman."
Avery smiled dismally.
"He's more than just this sci-fi geek, Joan, really. I mean, he's really romantic. He used to give me back rubs all the time, and he'd leave flowers on my doorstep every Saturday morning. We were so happy...and then this happened," Avery scoffed, gesturing to her stretched belly. "Then everything fell apart. He freaked out, said his mom would kill him, and that we couldn't be together anymore. That's when he offered to pay for an...abortion, and I just told him to go to hell."
Joan's heart throbbed. Poor Avery. Poor Avery's baby.
"But I miss him," Avery croaked, her voice breaking. "I really do. I just wish things could be the way they were before."
Avery dissolved into tears, and Joan helplessly hugged her. The two girls fit together awkwardly, their inflated bellies pressing against each other. As Joan rocked Avery, she closed her eyes and sent a vehement prayer to God, wherever He happened to be...Thank You for Adam...Thank You for Adam...Thank You for Adam...
A/N - Aaarrgghhh!!! I am so sorry that was so short! It's pathetic, I tell you! LOL...I'm really trying...this story is beginning to frustrate me. My inspiration will strike yet, I am sure of it! Reviews tend to help, though, *wink wink*! Thanks! =)