Oh, man. By now (yeah, you guessed it) the whole gang knew about our (cough) events that took place last night. I'm always pretty nervous, but now, I was a huge wreck. Brittany…did she force me to have sex with her? Did she? If so, why didn't I just push her off me? No…that can't be right. I wanted to do it with her as much as she wanted to do it with me. Oh, no! What about the old guy's dentures! He…He might come looking for me! What about Dally? Once he finds out, he'll kill me! I had so many worries on my mind, it was just overwhelming. I tried to evade the presence of the gang while sneaking upstairs to talk to Brittany.
"Hey, Brittany, you still in here?"
"Johnny?"
Brittany climbed out of the closet, I was surprised no one came up to look for her.
"Brittany…I…I…"
"Have fun last night, Johnny?"
I couldn't lie to her.
"Um…yeah."
Man, how was I gonna get her back home? She couldn't live here, much less with me! I was in such a horrible position.
"Johnnycake?"
"Shutup! I'm sick of your little Johnny sweetheart remarks! You know how much shit you got me into? Do you? I…I…don't know what to do!
Even though those words were totally out of character for me, I couldn't help but start cryin'.
"Johnny? Did…I just wanted to have some fun with you!"
"Fun? You might end up pregnant and you call this fun? You are sick!"
"Johnny, you…I'm sorry, Johnny!"
Brittany started cryin' too, and, well, what could I do?
What could I do?