A/N: Yes, I'm still writing this story. I've just had a lack of ideas lately. That's why I added the little two-chapter subplot where Mary helps Roxanne out. That makes this story a whole a lot better to me: Mary, who has disappeared from the show mysteriously(C'mon people, Mary needs episodes, she's cool!), a loud mouth annoying girl, conflict, romance, Mary/Wilson goodness, and little bit of Roxanne/Chandler(my favorite couple, if the penname doesn't give it away) sweetness on the side…what more could you want out of a story like this?
Disclaimer: I do not own 7th Heaven. Nor do I own the song "No More Mister Nice Guy", that belongs to Alice Cooper. And the song "Lucky Star" belongs to Madonna(and is one of my faves, it's a dance floor classic!).
Chapter 7: No More Mister Nice Guy
Mary and Roxanne stood outside of the Glen Oak Community Church. Mary had a cool smile upon her face, sure her idea to reunite Roxanne and Chandler would be a success. And as for Roxanne, she was fighting off the urge to puke. Half of this urge came form pregnancy sickness, and the other half came from plain old nervousness.
Mary's POV
My plan will work. I know it. By the time I get Roxanne and Chandler alone in a room, they'll be a couple again. It will work. I saw the way Chandler was looking at Roxanne at dinner two nights ago. And behind all the fake anger he was directing towards her, I saw true love in his eyes. I'm deep and emotional like that. This will work.
I'm really going to do this. I'm going to tell Chandler that he is the father of my child. And that whether or not he wants it, that's just the way it is. He slept with me. He put this kid in me. And if he denies being the baby's biological father, then I'll get a DNA test done. That'll show everyone who the real father of this kid is. But I hope I don't have to be that mean to him. I love him. I really want him to be happy about this baby. Please let him be happy about this baby.
Roxanne was so lost inside of her head, inside of her thoughts, that she blocked out any other types of outside world noises and communication. Something that everybody tends to do when they're in deep thought. So, being at her loss of touch with reality, she didn't hear Mary telling her that they were going to head into the church.
"Roxanne!" Mary waved her hands in front of her friend's face, trying to capture her attention.
Roxanne snapped out of her trance, "Oh, sorry Mary, I was daydreaming."
"That's ok," Mary said. "Now, are you ready to go in?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," Roxanne replied.
The two friends then entered the church.
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In the church office, no one was there besides Chandler. Eric had fallen ill that day and called in sick. Chandler on the other hand showed up for work all the time, even when he had been sick, or that's how it seemed lately. He had come to the church even when he had a terrible chest cold just a week ago, but he was over it now. He just needed to keep his mind off Roxanne. He still loved her, and that wasn't good. He didn't want to love her anymore. He wanted to be over her, but it was impossible to forget her. Once you fell for a girl like Roxanne Richardson, it was impossible to stop loving her...ever.
"Chandler Hampton," When he heard his named being called, Chandler immediately took his head away from the book he had been reading and looked up to see who had called out his name. And before him he saw Lucy's sister Mary and, no way, it couldn't be…Roxanne.
"What do you want, Mary? And why is she here?" Chandler asked, trying his best to sound angry as he pointed towards Roxanne.
"Chandler, Roxanne wants to talk to you. She has something to tell you. She still loves you, just hear her out before you get all angry for her being here," Mary said.
Chandler rolled his eyes and then glared at Roxanne, "Fine."
"Then I'll leave you two alone," Mary quickly exited the church office, closing the door behind her.
From outside the office, Mary said to herself, "This WILL work."
Meanwhile back in the church office, Chandler got up out of his seat and glared at Roxanne, who was shifting around nervously.
"What the hell do you want, Roxanne?" Chandler asked, his voice angry.
"Since when do you cruse?" Roxanne asked.
"Since now," Chandler replied coldly. "Now, WHAT do YOU want?"
"Well Chandler, how do you feel about kids?" Roxanne asked, taking a deep breath afterwards.
"Why am I being asked this?" Chandler eyed his ex-girlfriend suspiciously.
Roxanne took another deep breath, "Because, Chandler Hampton, you got me pregnant! And it is your kid...I never cheated on you! You are the father of this child and I can prove it with DNA testing if you deny it! And don't even feed me the "we never slept together" line! Because that's crap! We slept together last month, you got me pregnant, I'm carrying your baby, Chandler Hampton! Period. Dot. End of sentence!"
Chandler's face twisted into a look of surprise, "You're pregnant, and the kid is mine, huh?"
"Yes," Roxanne said.
"Well then…" Chandler started.
"Well then what?" Roxanne asked.
"Marry me, Roxanne," Chandler replied.
"What?! Marry you?! But I thought you hated me!" Roxanne said, in shock.
"No, I don't hate you Roxanne, I still love you. I was just acting angry towards you because I was mad at myself for ever breaking up with you just because we slept together. But now I realize that I love you, Roxanne Richardson," Chandler said with a smile, and then the two hugged.
"I love you too. And yes, I will marry you!" Roxanne replied, and the couple kissed.
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Mary was still outside the church office doors, waiting for Roxanne and Chandler to come out. The doors opened and revealed a smiling Chandler and Roxanne.
"So…?" Mary asked.
"We're back together and getting married!" Chandler announced happily.
"Wow, that's great! Congrats!" Mary said with a smile.
"Thank you so much Mary, I don't know how any of this would've happened without you," Roxanne said.
"It's no problem, Roxanne," Mary replied, smiling brightly at the happy couple.
If only her and Wilson could be as happy as Roxanne and Chandler were. They would've probably been together right now if Emily weren't in the picture. Damn Emily! Mary would win Wilson back over from Emily when she least expected it.
No more mister nice guy, Emily, I'll show you who can live out a threat, Mary thought as a grin crept upon her face.
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At a local dance club in downtown Glen Oak, a drunken Emily McKay was making a fool of herself. She jumped up onto the club's karaoke stage and grabbed a microphone. She selected a song and started walking towards the center of the stage, stumbling like an idiot along the way.
"I'm gonna sing the song Lucky Star by Madonna, which goes out to my baby Wilson!" Emily shouted and began singing the words to the song in a terrible, drunk voice…
"You must be my lucky star
Cause you shine on me wherever you are
I just think of you and I start to glow
And I need your light and baby you know
Starlight starbright, first star I see tonight
Starlight starbright, make everything alright
Starlight starbright, first star I see tonight
Starlight starbright, yeah
You must be my lucky star
Cause you make the darkness seem so far
And when I'm lost you'll be my guide
I just turn around and you're by my side
Starlight starbright, first star I see tonight
Starlight starbright, make everything alright
Starlight starbright, first star I see tonight
Starlight starbright, yeah
Come on
Shine your heavenly body tonight
Cause I know you're gonna make everything alright
Come on
Shine your heavenly body tonight
Cause I know you're gonna make everything alright
You may be
My lucky star
But I'm the luckiest by far
You may be
My lucky star
But I'm the luckiest by far
Starlight starbright, first star I see tonight
Starlight starbright, make everything alright
Starlight starbright, first star I see tonight
Starlight starbright, yeah
Come on
Shine your heavenly body tonight
Cause I know you're gonna make everything alright
Come on
Shine your heavenly body tonight
Cause I know you're gonna make everything alright
You may be
My lucky star
But I'm the luckiest by far
You may be
My lucky star
But I'm the luckiest by far
You may be (you may be)
My lucky star (my lucky star)
But I'm the luckiest by far (what you do to me baby)
You may be (you know)
My lucky star
But I'm the luckiest by far (but I'm the luckiest by far)
Starlight starbright, first star I see tonight
Starlight starbright, make everything alright
Starlight starbright, first star I see tonight
Starlight starbright
Starlight starbright, you make everything alright
What you do to me baby
You've got to stay by my side tonight
Starlight starbright
Starlight starbright
Starlight starbright
Starlight starbright
Starlight starbright, baby
Starlight starbright
Stay by my side tonight
What you do to me baby
What you do, what you do to me baby
Stay by my side tonight
You may be
My lucky star"
And throughout that whole song, Emily danced around on the stage like a bimbo. And if Madonna herself were there, she would've probably murdered Emily for running such a great and classic song of hers with her rotten voice and awful dance skills.
Wilson had just gotten out of the bathroom. He saw Emily on the stage and immediately went to retrieve her.
"And the next song I'll be singing is…" Wilson ran onto the stage and grabbed Emily off of it before she announced her next song.
"Wilson, hey baby!" Emily attempted to kiss him, but Wilson jerked his head away from her in disgust or her and her alcohol filled breath.
"Emily, are you drunk!?" Wilson asked in bewilderment.
"Yeah, so, I had a few beers, big deal. Wilson, babe, you need to learn how to loosen up. Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a dance floor calling out my name," Emily slowly walked towards the dance floor.
Wilson sighed. Why did he ever even start dating Emily in the first place? She didn't love him...she just loved herself. He would rather have Mary; she wasn't a selfish little self-loving bitch like Emily. But he had Emily, and no matter how much he didn't want to, he loved her. And he planned to propose to her in a few days on their dinner date.
Wilson sighed and followed Emily's trail out onto the dance floor, trying to keep his drunken girlfriend in line.
-No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene-
End Of Chapter 7
A/N: I am happy to announce that this story only has about 2 more chapters left until it's complete! Well, please send a review telling me what you thought of this chapter. Goodnight!
-Alexa