He bumped his head while trying to stand back up, "Ack!" and rubbed his
head with one closed eye.
"Yeah?"
"Um," Pan couldn't help but giggle. He looked so..ridiculous.
" How about we listen to Distance this time? Last time we listened to Deep River, we wound up with an unexpected result," she said, her lips twisting wryly.
Neo laughed and ducked his head back into the closet. After a few minues of searching, he came back out with a cd in his hand and a triumphant smirk on his face. Grabbing his cd player, he took the cd that was already inside and put it into the Distance case after removing the Distance cd.
He inserted the Distance cd and offered Pan one earphone, which she willingly took, while he took the other for his own ear.
The two colleagues and parents to be then lay on either side of the green haired girl and fell asleep to the sounds of Utada's 'Distance.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm back! MWUAHAHAHA, and I have plenty of ideas for where I'm taking this fic, along with my original ideas!
So, here's Fayes Love over and out...
Just trying to remind you...it really WILL get pretty R for now 0_0;
Can't cheat myself out of it!
~~~~~~~~~~~
P POV~
Crap.
I'm pregnant...
I am pregnant..
I'm preggy!
I'm carrying someone's child...
Shaking my head, I have to admit it:
No matter how I put it, you can't make "I'm pregnant" sound any better.
Damnit, I'm barely getting into college! Stanford, too!
I can't just drop out!!
...
Or can I?
No no no no no, Panny. You are NOT giving up on your dreams so quickly, do I hear me? No, no, no, no, NO!!
Ugh... so now what am I going to do? Sleeping isn't exactly helping me by much. I'm so tired.
I wonder what this drainage of power lately has been about. When I fell out of the sky, when I got drunk with Neo...
Those can't be coincidences, I know it!
Yawning, I opened my left eye only to see this huge clue thing winking me in the face!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
L POV
I admit it...I probably shouldn't have taken that one guy's bottle, but I couldn't exactly take the Kahlua bottle I'd gotten from dad. It was gone when I went to look for it. I'll bet Neo took it, and that's how Pan got pregnant! I could always...
Nah. Besides, if I did, I'd only further our problems. We need to stick together on this one, not seperate!
That's it, I'm waking Pan up....oh...Ack!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
N POV
How could I? I've never went anywhere like that with a girl, and with Pan of all people?!
Crap!
I didn't even know I was capable...how the hell could a virgin turn out to be potent, anyway?!
Science books, here I co-What the!?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Pan woke up screaming when she saw Lyric's face close to hers. Neo heard the screams and woke up with a yell as well, though he tried to calm Pan down when he realized it was her.
Lyric wasn't fazed by much, but Pan's saiyan yells were wearing on her ears.
"Pan...Pan...PAN!!" Lyric yelled.
Neo hugged Pan from behind and succeeded in calming her down for all of three seconds, when she grabbed his arms and threw him over her shoulder into a wall.
"Itai," he mumbled, dizzy.
"Oh, you know Japanese?" Pan asked out loud without thinking.
Lyric rolled her eyes and shook Pan's shoulder, immediately whipping her hand away when Pan reached for her own shoulder.
"Pan, we need to talk. What are we going to do? We're in the same position, and I don't think Neo could take care of both of us...I mean, walking down the street with a pregant girlfriend AND sister looks suspicious, if ya know what I mean."
Lyric raised an eyebrow with sardonic intention, letting Pan figure out her meaning. It didn't take very long.
"You...have a very, very sick mind," Pan said lowly.
Lyric smiled in pride.
"I know! ^_^
But listen, we have things to discuss.
First of all, how are we gonna bring Mr. Shithead back to consciousness? I know my brother, and he'll take care of your baby, Pan. He isn't like some jerks I know," Lyric said passionately. Pan noted this, but did not pursue the subject.
" I don't know how my parents are gonna take it, so how do we tell them without actually telling them?!" Lyric asked, her voice hurried and panicked.
"We don't," came a voice from only a short distance away.
Pan and Lyric looked up to see Neo getting up from his position on the floor, shaking his head and nodding, elbows straightening and buckling and he folded and unfolded his body in order to bring himself back to his feet.
"We tell it to them straight, no bull shit, no nada. Pan is pregnant, you're pregnant, and it's my fault. Simple, ain't it?"
He stood finally and walked out the door, leaving it to sway on its own. Pan and Lyric looked at eachother.
"I'm sure he's just still in shock," she said, after gulping some of her saliva in hopes that it would clear her throat.
"That sure?" Pan raised her eyebrows.
Lyric shook her head, her eyes never leaving Pans dark irises.
Lyric took Pan's hand in her own and led her out into the hall. They walked through different hallways and down two staircases before they came to the main stairway that led down into the foyer that Pan had seen upon entering the house. Just beyond was the door.
Pan turned her head to look at Lyric, black eyes on blue, and Lyric nodded. The two girls left eachother's side to stand in front of a banister.
" One," Lyric murmured.
"Two," Pan added excitedly.
"Three!" The girls flipped onto their banisters and flew down the stairway, squealing with laughter as they both slid down.
The end of the banister curved upward ever so slightly, but it sent the green-haired and raven haired beauties flying, only to land on their feet.
Breathing quickly, both girls looked at eachother with smiles on their faces and grinned. The banisters had been parallel, and so were they.
Lyric lifted her right hand and pointed to the door. Pan nodded and both ladies walked over and opened the huge oak doar, then closed it behind them.
The driveway was long and grey to match the cement with which it was made. Trees were everywhere, and the grass was of an almost opulent green. Fall was coming fast, but summer was holding steadfast.
Lyric broke Pan out of her appreciative stupor with a jangle of some timkling thing. Looking over at the Irish-mexican mix, she noticed a set of keys in the slightly younger girls fingers. With a 'come and catch me grin', Lyric went bounding off for a blue car in the driveway.
Pan ran to catch up and jumped in -Lyric was already in the driver's seat- and they took off like rabbits.
"Where are we headed?" Pan asked, a little excited.
"We, my good friend, are going to the club!" Lyric exclaimed in a mock- business tone.
"What club?"
"OUR club! My dear brother and I own a club as partners. I take care of the club and the music-as in, songs- and he...well, since he works, he will occasionally drop by and play for some of the customers."
"Plaaaay?"
"I thought he would have told you by now! He's really big on instruments, but he plays piano for the kareoke people. They're pretty silly, he sometimes has to act as bouncer!" she laughed. Pan joined when she realized she'd forgotten the fact that he was a pianist.
"So he reads sheet music?" " You better believe it. I might have a little too much confidence in his playing, but he's really good. You should see him sometime, he gets kind of funny also, he really lightens up! He wears this weirdo beanie thing and casual clothes, so it's a real treat. Some people that recognize him on the street have to lookreally closely cause they can barely tell it's him! They say it's easier to recognize him after the first time, but the first time is always puzzling."
"Hold on, so if you and Neo work already, why is your family so rich?"
"My family's been the victim of much love lately because of the club. We support an all racial love, so we get all sorts in there: Asians, Pacific Islanders, Afro Americans, Mexicans, even Caucasians. We're not for fighting unless it's rap battles and dance contests. We're trying to keep the peace with only a little fighting. I understand that peace can't be whole and a little fighting has to go on, if only mental or verbal. Peace just can't exist in the world, for some reason. It could, but never truly could we live in eternal peace.
"You wouldn't believe it, but only a few short years ago people were still bashing Irish, Mexicans, Asians, Africans, everyone, really. To have this club be all sorts, even those that were rude so many years ago is beautiful to me. That's why I'm part owner, anyways. I'm not entirely sure of Neo's reasons, but I know he agrees with me on some terms. The race thing gets to him. He thinks racists are stupid, and in this day and age, who doesn't? Well, he takes it to a different level," Lyric explained.
"So your family made money off the club, then?"
"Yeah! My grandpapa on my mom's side used to own it as a bar, and then mom owned it. Then she met dad, and they own in together, and had us. We've been taking care of things, since dad's the only one who's into clubs at all, lately," Lyric laughed.
"Aaaaah."
Tires screeched and the car was parked.
"We're heeeere!!!"
~~~~~~~~~
School sucks, and my birthday is in a week! Go me!
December 21st, 1987.
Almost sixteen years ago, I was born....
*lifts a fist into the air*
ROCKIN'!
*laughs* I'll stop annoying you now!
I'm just laaaazy. I got sick and didn't go to school on Thursday and Friday! 0_0;
And wasn't even in the city on the weekend!
I barely came back yesterday! *sweatdrop* I hope to update in a month, but fat chance, right? -_-;
I hope for many many reviews, despite the short chapters.
Ja ne! (I'm getting unmotivated here, I need SOMETHING!! DX --crying, see!)
"Yeah?"
"Um," Pan couldn't help but giggle. He looked so..ridiculous.
" How about we listen to Distance this time? Last time we listened to Deep River, we wound up with an unexpected result," she said, her lips twisting wryly.
Neo laughed and ducked his head back into the closet. After a few minues of searching, he came back out with a cd in his hand and a triumphant smirk on his face. Grabbing his cd player, he took the cd that was already inside and put it into the Distance case after removing the Distance cd.
He inserted the Distance cd and offered Pan one earphone, which she willingly took, while he took the other for his own ear.
The two colleagues and parents to be then lay on either side of the green haired girl and fell asleep to the sounds of Utada's 'Distance.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm back! MWUAHAHAHA, and I have plenty of ideas for where I'm taking this fic, along with my original ideas!
So, here's Fayes Love over and out...
Just trying to remind you...it really WILL get pretty R for now 0_0;
Can't cheat myself out of it!
~~~~~~~~~~~
P POV~
Crap.
I'm pregnant...
I am pregnant..
I'm preggy!
I'm carrying someone's child...
Shaking my head, I have to admit it:
No matter how I put it, you can't make "I'm pregnant" sound any better.
Damnit, I'm barely getting into college! Stanford, too!
I can't just drop out!!
...
Or can I?
No no no no no, Panny. You are NOT giving up on your dreams so quickly, do I hear me? No, no, no, no, NO!!
Ugh... so now what am I going to do? Sleeping isn't exactly helping me by much. I'm so tired.
I wonder what this drainage of power lately has been about. When I fell out of the sky, when I got drunk with Neo...
Those can't be coincidences, I know it!
Yawning, I opened my left eye only to see this huge clue thing winking me in the face!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
L POV
I admit it...I probably shouldn't have taken that one guy's bottle, but I couldn't exactly take the Kahlua bottle I'd gotten from dad. It was gone when I went to look for it. I'll bet Neo took it, and that's how Pan got pregnant! I could always...
Nah. Besides, if I did, I'd only further our problems. We need to stick together on this one, not seperate!
That's it, I'm waking Pan up....oh...Ack!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
N POV
How could I? I've never went anywhere like that with a girl, and with Pan of all people?!
Crap!
I didn't even know I was capable...how the hell could a virgin turn out to be potent, anyway?!
Science books, here I co-What the!?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Pan woke up screaming when she saw Lyric's face close to hers. Neo heard the screams and woke up with a yell as well, though he tried to calm Pan down when he realized it was her.
Lyric wasn't fazed by much, but Pan's saiyan yells were wearing on her ears.
"Pan...Pan...PAN!!" Lyric yelled.
Neo hugged Pan from behind and succeeded in calming her down for all of three seconds, when she grabbed his arms and threw him over her shoulder into a wall.
"Itai," he mumbled, dizzy.
"Oh, you know Japanese?" Pan asked out loud without thinking.
Lyric rolled her eyes and shook Pan's shoulder, immediately whipping her hand away when Pan reached for her own shoulder.
"Pan, we need to talk. What are we going to do? We're in the same position, and I don't think Neo could take care of both of us...I mean, walking down the street with a pregant girlfriend AND sister looks suspicious, if ya know what I mean."
Lyric raised an eyebrow with sardonic intention, letting Pan figure out her meaning. It didn't take very long.
"You...have a very, very sick mind," Pan said lowly.
Lyric smiled in pride.
"I know! ^_^
But listen, we have things to discuss.
First of all, how are we gonna bring Mr. Shithead back to consciousness? I know my brother, and he'll take care of your baby, Pan. He isn't like some jerks I know," Lyric said passionately. Pan noted this, but did not pursue the subject.
" I don't know how my parents are gonna take it, so how do we tell them without actually telling them?!" Lyric asked, her voice hurried and panicked.
"We don't," came a voice from only a short distance away.
Pan and Lyric looked up to see Neo getting up from his position on the floor, shaking his head and nodding, elbows straightening and buckling and he folded and unfolded his body in order to bring himself back to his feet.
"We tell it to them straight, no bull shit, no nada. Pan is pregnant, you're pregnant, and it's my fault. Simple, ain't it?"
He stood finally and walked out the door, leaving it to sway on its own. Pan and Lyric looked at eachother.
"I'm sure he's just still in shock," she said, after gulping some of her saliva in hopes that it would clear her throat.
"That sure?" Pan raised her eyebrows.
Lyric shook her head, her eyes never leaving Pans dark irises.
Lyric took Pan's hand in her own and led her out into the hall. They walked through different hallways and down two staircases before they came to the main stairway that led down into the foyer that Pan had seen upon entering the house. Just beyond was the door.
Pan turned her head to look at Lyric, black eyes on blue, and Lyric nodded. The two girls left eachother's side to stand in front of a banister.
" One," Lyric murmured.
"Two," Pan added excitedly.
"Three!" The girls flipped onto their banisters and flew down the stairway, squealing with laughter as they both slid down.
The end of the banister curved upward ever so slightly, but it sent the green-haired and raven haired beauties flying, only to land on their feet.
Breathing quickly, both girls looked at eachother with smiles on their faces and grinned. The banisters had been parallel, and so were they.
Lyric lifted her right hand and pointed to the door. Pan nodded and both ladies walked over and opened the huge oak doar, then closed it behind them.
The driveway was long and grey to match the cement with which it was made. Trees were everywhere, and the grass was of an almost opulent green. Fall was coming fast, but summer was holding steadfast.
Lyric broke Pan out of her appreciative stupor with a jangle of some timkling thing. Looking over at the Irish-mexican mix, she noticed a set of keys in the slightly younger girls fingers. With a 'come and catch me grin', Lyric went bounding off for a blue car in the driveway.
Pan ran to catch up and jumped in -Lyric was already in the driver's seat- and they took off like rabbits.
"Where are we headed?" Pan asked, a little excited.
"We, my good friend, are going to the club!" Lyric exclaimed in a mock- business tone.
"What club?"
"OUR club! My dear brother and I own a club as partners. I take care of the club and the music-as in, songs- and he...well, since he works, he will occasionally drop by and play for some of the customers."
"Plaaaay?"
"I thought he would have told you by now! He's really big on instruments, but he plays piano for the kareoke people. They're pretty silly, he sometimes has to act as bouncer!" she laughed. Pan joined when she realized she'd forgotten the fact that he was a pianist.
"So he reads sheet music?" " You better believe it. I might have a little too much confidence in his playing, but he's really good. You should see him sometime, he gets kind of funny also, he really lightens up! He wears this weirdo beanie thing and casual clothes, so it's a real treat. Some people that recognize him on the street have to lookreally closely cause they can barely tell it's him! They say it's easier to recognize him after the first time, but the first time is always puzzling."
"Hold on, so if you and Neo work already, why is your family so rich?"
"My family's been the victim of much love lately because of the club. We support an all racial love, so we get all sorts in there: Asians, Pacific Islanders, Afro Americans, Mexicans, even Caucasians. We're not for fighting unless it's rap battles and dance contests. We're trying to keep the peace with only a little fighting. I understand that peace can't be whole and a little fighting has to go on, if only mental or verbal. Peace just can't exist in the world, for some reason. It could, but never truly could we live in eternal peace.
"You wouldn't believe it, but only a few short years ago people were still bashing Irish, Mexicans, Asians, Africans, everyone, really. To have this club be all sorts, even those that were rude so many years ago is beautiful to me. That's why I'm part owner, anyways. I'm not entirely sure of Neo's reasons, but I know he agrees with me on some terms. The race thing gets to him. He thinks racists are stupid, and in this day and age, who doesn't? Well, he takes it to a different level," Lyric explained.
"So your family made money off the club, then?"
"Yeah! My grandpapa on my mom's side used to own it as a bar, and then mom owned it. Then she met dad, and they own in together, and had us. We've been taking care of things, since dad's the only one who's into clubs at all, lately," Lyric laughed.
"Aaaaah."
Tires screeched and the car was parked.
"We're heeeere!!!"
~~~~~~~~~
School sucks, and my birthday is in a week! Go me!
December 21st, 1987.
Almost sixteen years ago, I was born....
*lifts a fist into the air*
ROCKIN'!
*laughs* I'll stop annoying you now!
I'm just laaaazy. I got sick and didn't go to school on Thursday and Friday! 0_0;
And wasn't even in the city on the weekend!
I barely came back yesterday! *sweatdrop* I hope to update in a month, but fat chance, right? -_-;
I hope for many many reviews, despite the short chapters.
Ja ne! (I'm getting unmotivated here, I need SOMETHING!! DX --crying, see!)