DISCLAIMER: As usual, I don't own anything. Not anything...Except this story line...It is all mine, so don't steal it, please. I love 7th Heaven, but I'll never own it. The title of this chappie comes from the song "Cecilia" by Simon and Garfunkle. I'm just a regular girl who is about to go nuts, because they said on the "scenes from the next episode" that Simon is coming back next week! Yay! You would not believe how happy I am!
MY NOTES: Thanks to all my reviewers.
Shan-Glad I got a little Wilson in there for ya. Cool beans. I had to do it!
DitzyChik-You are too kind! I'm glad you like this story, because, as I've said before, making people happy is what this is all about... And thanks for letting me know that I'm not gettin' 'em OOC...I don't get to watch the show much anymore cuz of school, but I tried to keep 'em IC...
Rebecca-I'm glad you like this. It makes me feel very good that I can do something that people like.
Maria-Glad you like it and think I'm keepin' it realistic. That's very important to me.
Sunny-Thanks, girly! I loves ya! And I know...Mary was stupid for leaving Wilson...He was the best thing that ever happened to her
AnnaG1-Here's some more!
Pinky-Cecilia's dad won;t literally kill him... as for figuratively... Stay tuned
~Chapter 3: Cecilia, You're Breaking My Heart~
The next day was Friday. Simon found Cecilia at school. He ran up to her locker. "Cecilia?" he said softly.
She looked at him, but said nothing. She simply turned around and picked up her chemistry books.
"What do you want me to do, Cecilia?"
She turned on him, anger burning in her eyes. "I want you to make me not pregnant anymore," she hissed.
"You know I can't do that, Cecilia," he snapped back.
Cecilia wanted to slap him. She knew that they were equally at fault, but it was easier just being angry at Simon.
"I need to talk to you," Simon said, biting his tongue to keep from spouting off a volley of four-letter words.
"To be quite honest, Simon, you're the last person I want to talk to right now."
"Well, we've gotta talk sometime, Cecilia. We're having..." He looked around to make sure noone was listening, then lowered his voice. "We're having a baby together. We can't just ignore each other."
Cecilia shrugged. "Sounds like a good idea to me."
Simon angrily grabbed her arm as she turned to walk away from him. "Listen to me, Cecilia."
"Last time I listened to you, I ended up in the back seat of your car," she replied, pointing an accusing index finger in his face.
"I'm sorry, Cecilia. But I did NOT talk you into having sex. You said you wanted to," Simon said, his voice rising by the moment as he threw his hands up in anger and defeat.
"Well, I lied," she said, storming off.
"Cecilia," he called after her.
"I'm late for class," she replied in her iciest of tones.
Simon was about to get really, REALLY mad.
He was late, too. And he didn't have his books yet, so he made a run for it to his locker. He gathered his chemistry books and his lab sheets before heading down the hall to class.
Cecilia was his lab partner, and for once, that didn't make him happy. He loved her, but he couldn't deal with her treating him like an untouchable. He wished she'd treated him like an untouchable that night in his car.
Chemistry. What an appropriate class for them to have together...It could only have been more important if it had been Biology.
Simon got in the door just as the bell rang. He dropped his books on the table by Cecilia's, then slid into his chair at her side. She didn't turn to look at him, but instead looked very interested in the chemical equations on the board.
They had a lab that day, which, unfortunately for Cecilia, included some strong smelling chemicals. Chemicals had never bothered her before, but this time, she felt her stomach twist in knots. She ran out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom to throw up. She'd never felt so sick before in her entire life. She stood up and held her head to keep the dizzy feeling at a minimum.
She went over to the sink and rinsed her mouth out. Great. Now she'd feel gross all day until she got home and brushed her teeth.
She was glad for her hairbrush and ponytail holder. She pulled her hair back and washed her face, then re-did her makeup. She felt so bad. Why didn't she say "no" to Simon? He hadn't been pushing her. He just asked, and she said "yes." She hated herself for that one little word.
She walked out of the bathroom and there was Simon. "Don't you ever give up, Camden?" she snapped.
"Not on you."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, how's this? Leave Me Alone! If you don't want to completely ruin any chances you have of being with me or with our baby, you need to leave me alone. I'm not ready for this. I'll tell you when I am."
"Cecilia, we've gotta tell our parents. We can't do this alone." He nervously tugged on his earring.
"Simon, I don't want to tell my dad."
He stepped closer to her. "We have to, but I'll be there for you. I'll be right beside you when you tell your dad."
"Do you have a death wish? Because my dad will hurt you severely, Simon."
"No, I don't have a death wish. But I do love you, and I'm not going to make you do this alone."
Hot tears stung Cecilia's eyes, and she wiped them away as they began to fall. "I love you, too," she whispered. "But I don't know what to do. I'm not ready to have a baby."
"I'm not, either," he replied, brushing his sleeve against his eyes as he, too, began to cry. "But we got ourselves in this mess, so we have to deal with it."
"Are you prepared to 'deal with it,' Simon? Are you prepared to possibly miss a year of high school? Are you prepared to help me with this baby?" She stepped closer with each question, stabbing his chest with her finger.
"No, I'm not ready. But I'm gonna do whatever I can." He took her hands to stop the poking. He couldn't believe how small they felt enveloped in his. She was trembling.
"I can't believe this is happening. We only slept together one time. Just once, Simon. How did I get pregnant when so many girls sleep with everybody and never get pregnant."
"I don't know," he said, feeling her lean against his chest.
"I..." she couldn't talk.
"Shh..." he whispered, stroking her blonde hair.
"We need," she sniffled, "to get back to class."
"Yeah, we do. But..."
"I'll try to handle the chemicals. If I can't, I'll make another trip to the ladies' room."
Cecilia wanted to be a little girl again. She couldn't believe just how quickly she'd grown up over one night in Simon's car. She didn't know what had made her say she wanted to have sex. Why would she have wanted to give herself so completely to someone who she didn't know was gonna be there forever.
But this was the way things were going to be. She was pregnant with Simon's child. She couldn't believe it. How could this be happening? She wished she could take back that night with Simon. She wished they'd never even thought of sleeping together. She loved Simon, but they weren't ready for sex, or for a baby. They weren't ols enough to take responsibility for another human's life. She wasn't ready to be a mother. She just wanted to be a normal teenager, not someone's mother. But she knew she could never be normal again. Even if she gave the baby up for adoption, there would always be a part of her tied to Simon and to her baby. She blinked against tears that she couldn't hold back.
Simon brushed the tears off of her cheeks. "I love you, Cecilia. Please don't cry."
"How am I supposed to not cry?" she asked through her sobs.
Simon cringed with each sob that racked her small body. She'd never felt so small and helpless in his arms. "I don't know, but... please don't cry. Please, Cecilia."
She sniffled and wiped her eyes, trying to stop crying. "OK, are you happy now?"
"No, but I'm glad you aren't crying," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Stop, Simon. No more physical contact. Hugging is OK. Kissing is NO."
He nodded and took advantage of the "hugging is OK" rule. "Do you want me to come over to night to talk to your parents?"
"I'm working tonight."
Simon nodded. "Do you still love me?"
She looked at him a long moment before she nodded slowly. "Yeah. I do."
"Good. How's tomorrow?"
"Good. We'll go out and get a game plan, then we'll come back and drop the bomb."
"Sure. You wanna go to Pete's?"
"Simon, don't mention food!" she said, holding her stomach.
"Oh. Sorry," he replied. He looked so sorry that she couldn't be mad.
"Let's get back to class, Simon."
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A/N: Up next, Ruthie confronts Simon...
MY NOTES: Thanks to all my reviewers.
Shan-Glad I got a little Wilson in there for ya. Cool beans. I had to do it!
DitzyChik-You are too kind! I'm glad you like this story, because, as I've said before, making people happy is what this is all about... And thanks for letting me know that I'm not gettin' 'em OOC...I don't get to watch the show much anymore cuz of school, but I tried to keep 'em IC...
Rebecca-I'm glad you like this. It makes me feel very good that I can do something that people like.
Maria-Glad you like it and think I'm keepin' it realistic. That's very important to me.
Sunny-Thanks, girly! I loves ya! And I know...Mary was stupid for leaving Wilson...He was the best thing that ever happened to her
AnnaG1-Here's some more!
Pinky-Cecilia's dad won;t literally kill him... as for figuratively... Stay tuned
~Chapter 3: Cecilia, You're Breaking My Heart~
The next day was Friday. Simon found Cecilia at school. He ran up to her locker. "Cecilia?" he said softly.
She looked at him, but said nothing. She simply turned around and picked up her chemistry books.
"What do you want me to do, Cecilia?"
She turned on him, anger burning in her eyes. "I want you to make me not pregnant anymore," she hissed.
"You know I can't do that, Cecilia," he snapped back.
Cecilia wanted to slap him. She knew that they were equally at fault, but it was easier just being angry at Simon.
"I need to talk to you," Simon said, biting his tongue to keep from spouting off a volley of four-letter words.
"To be quite honest, Simon, you're the last person I want to talk to right now."
"Well, we've gotta talk sometime, Cecilia. We're having..." He looked around to make sure noone was listening, then lowered his voice. "We're having a baby together. We can't just ignore each other."
Cecilia shrugged. "Sounds like a good idea to me."
Simon angrily grabbed her arm as she turned to walk away from him. "Listen to me, Cecilia."
"Last time I listened to you, I ended up in the back seat of your car," she replied, pointing an accusing index finger in his face.
"I'm sorry, Cecilia. But I did NOT talk you into having sex. You said you wanted to," Simon said, his voice rising by the moment as he threw his hands up in anger and defeat.
"Well, I lied," she said, storming off.
"Cecilia," he called after her.
"I'm late for class," she replied in her iciest of tones.
Simon was about to get really, REALLY mad.
He was late, too. And he didn't have his books yet, so he made a run for it to his locker. He gathered his chemistry books and his lab sheets before heading down the hall to class.
Cecilia was his lab partner, and for once, that didn't make him happy. He loved her, but he couldn't deal with her treating him like an untouchable. He wished she'd treated him like an untouchable that night in his car.
Chemistry. What an appropriate class for them to have together...It could only have been more important if it had been Biology.
Simon got in the door just as the bell rang. He dropped his books on the table by Cecilia's, then slid into his chair at her side. She didn't turn to look at him, but instead looked very interested in the chemical equations on the board.
They had a lab that day, which, unfortunately for Cecilia, included some strong smelling chemicals. Chemicals had never bothered her before, but this time, she felt her stomach twist in knots. She ran out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom to throw up. She'd never felt so sick before in her entire life. She stood up and held her head to keep the dizzy feeling at a minimum.
She went over to the sink and rinsed her mouth out. Great. Now she'd feel gross all day until she got home and brushed her teeth.
She was glad for her hairbrush and ponytail holder. She pulled her hair back and washed her face, then re-did her makeup. She felt so bad. Why didn't she say "no" to Simon? He hadn't been pushing her. He just asked, and she said "yes." She hated herself for that one little word.
She walked out of the bathroom and there was Simon. "Don't you ever give up, Camden?" she snapped.
"Not on you."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, how's this? Leave Me Alone! If you don't want to completely ruin any chances you have of being with me or with our baby, you need to leave me alone. I'm not ready for this. I'll tell you when I am."
"Cecilia, we've gotta tell our parents. We can't do this alone." He nervously tugged on his earring.
"Simon, I don't want to tell my dad."
He stepped closer to her. "We have to, but I'll be there for you. I'll be right beside you when you tell your dad."
"Do you have a death wish? Because my dad will hurt you severely, Simon."
"No, I don't have a death wish. But I do love you, and I'm not going to make you do this alone."
Hot tears stung Cecilia's eyes, and she wiped them away as they began to fall. "I love you, too," she whispered. "But I don't know what to do. I'm not ready to have a baby."
"I'm not, either," he replied, brushing his sleeve against his eyes as he, too, began to cry. "But we got ourselves in this mess, so we have to deal with it."
"Are you prepared to 'deal with it,' Simon? Are you prepared to possibly miss a year of high school? Are you prepared to help me with this baby?" She stepped closer with each question, stabbing his chest with her finger.
"No, I'm not ready. But I'm gonna do whatever I can." He took her hands to stop the poking. He couldn't believe how small they felt enveloped in his. She was trembling.
"I can't believe this is happening. We only slept together one time. Just once, Simon. How did I get pregnant when so many girls sleep with everybody and never get pregnant."
"I don't know," he said, feeling her lean against his chest.
"I..." she couldn't talk.
"Shh..." he whispered, stroking her blonde hair.
"We need," she sniffled, "to get back to class."
"Yeah, we do. But..."
"I'll try to handle the chemicals. If I can't, I'll make another trip to the ladies' room."
Cecilia wanted to be a little girl again. She couldn't believe just how quickly she'd grown up over one night in Simon's car. She didn't know what had made her say she wanted to have sex. Why would she have wanted to give herself so completely to someone who she didn't know was gonna be there forever.
But this was the way things were going to be. She was pregnant with Simon's child. She couldn't believe it. How could this be happening? She wished she could take back that night with Simon. She wished they'd never even thought of sleeping together. She loved Simon, but they weren't ready for sex, or for a baby. They weren't ols enough to take responsibility for another human's life. She wasn't ready to be a mother. She just wanted to be a normal teenager, not someone's mother. But she knew she could never be normal again. Even if she gave the baby up for adoption, there would always be a part of her tied to Simon and to her baby. She blinked against tears that she couldn't hold back.
Simon brushed the tears off of her cheeks. "I love you, Cecilia. Please don't cry."
"How am I supposed to not cry?" she asked through her sobs.
Simon cringed with each sob that racked her small body. She'd never felt so small and helpless in his arms. "I don't know, but... please don't cry. Please, Cecilia."
She sniffled and wiped her eyes, trying to stop crying. "OK, are you happy now?"
"No, but I'm glad you aren't crying," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Stop, Simon. No more physical contact. Hugging is OK. Kissing is NO."
He nodded and took advantage of the "hugging is OK" rule. "Do you want me to come over to night to talk to your parents?"
"I'm working tonight."
Simon nodded. "Do you still love me?"
She looked at him a long moment before she nodded slowly. "Yeah. I do."
"Good. How's tomorrow?"
"Good. We'll go out and get a game plan, then we'll come back and drop the bomb."
"Sure. You wanna go to Pete's?"
"Simon, don't mention food!" she said, holding her stomach.
"Oh. Sorry," he replied. He looked so sorry that she couldn't be mad.
"Let's get back to class, Simon."
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A/N: Up next, Ruthie confronts Simon...