Okay, this next One-shot was inspired by the episode Chicken Noodle Heads, which I thought was the best episode so far this season. Such great scenes! I should shut up now, right? Okay, okay, if you say so...
It wasn't fair.
Driving back from the Smith's house after what had been a disastrous conversation with his now ex-girlfriend, Meredith, that was all Martin could think.
Of all the guys, in every city, in every town, in every state of the United States of America, why had this happened to him? Up until he'd met Sandy Jameson, he thought he was doing pretty okay for himself. He did his homework, he went to church, he played baseball, he dated, he was the only member of the varsity baseball team who was still a virgin; How the hell could he have been stupid enough to give all that up?
His father had told him that if he was man enough to get Sandy pregnant, then he was man enough to be responsible. The only problem was, he wasn't sure he wanted to be a man.
He'd spent so much of his life without his mother or father around that he'd figured he was adult. But he wasn't, not really. Martin Brewer was so used to calling himself a grown-up, that for him, the line between adulthood and childhood had been forever lost. That is, until the day Sandy told him she was pregnant.
Was this what a man had to do? Skip college, give up his dreams, and his girlfriend, all for a baby that he was having with a girl he never liked in the first place? It seemed like it.
Years ago, his father had been in the same situation. That was something he tended to forget. His Dad had married his Mom when she got pregnant, and then joined the Marines, all so Martin would have a family. Martin couldn't do it, though. He couldn't marry Sandy. His father and Mother had been in love, but he sure as heck wasn't in love with Sandy. He was anything but.
Every other eighteen-year-old he knew was out tonight. Out drinking, smoking pot, having countless one-night stands with girls they would probably never remember the names of, and he, Martin Brewer, who had never tried pot, never gotten drunk, and had only ever had sex once, had gotten a girl pregnant. It just didn't make sense to him.
He couldn't stand all the things he'd done in the past few weeks. Not just to himself, but to everyone around him. He'd hurt Meredith, insulted his Father, disappointed the Camdens, the list just went on and on...
And now that all of that had happened, he wasn't sure what to do next.
As much as he dreaded it, he had to talk to Ruthie. There wasn't any point in hiding it from her anymore, the rest of the Camdens already knew anyhow. Ruthie Camden was his best friend, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her, but by keeping it from her, he was hurting her anyway, wasn't he?
He knew for a fact that she liked him, and he figured that was why she hadn't put two and two together on her own. She didn't want to know, so she wasn't trying to find out. The only thing she wanted to hear was that he loved her; and he did love her, very much, but not in the way she loved him.
After what had happened a few minutes ago with Meredith, he'd made the decision not to date for a while. Not that it mattered, when everyone at school found out about Sandy, no Father in Glen Oak would let their daughter anywhere near Martin Brewer.
He hated it. Just the thought that he had thrown everything he'd ever wanted over a proverbial cliff was enough to make him sick. He didn't want any of this, he didn't want this baby, and he didn't want Sandy.
It was then that he remembered what Meredith had told about be unwanted, being alone. He knew what it was like to be alone, that was for sure, but never had he ever been unwanted. Despite what he had told his father in the driveway that afternoon, he knew that both of his parents had loved him, even if they couldn't always be there. He wasn't sure if he could ever love this child that way.
But is that what he'd tell him or her when they got older? "Sorry, I never actually wanted you in the first place."
It hit had hit him. This was his child. His child who he'd have to love, who he was supposed to love, and be there for, and take care of. His child who he would meet in only four months time, and who's mother had hadn't had a decent conversation with in five.
Had he been so caught up in his own feelings, of anger and the utmost regret, that he hadn't realized that?
He needed to do something about this, because he knew that whatever happened this would be his baby, and he couldn't leave them without a father. The only problem was that he didn't know what it was he was going to do.
Turning down his block, he saw his house, no lights on within it. His Father was probably still at the Camden's, nursing the wounds of Martin's insults.
Pulling into the driveway, he locked the car and started across the street towards the Camden house.
Maybe he would ask Reverend Camden if he knew if the baby was a boy or a girl.
That's it for this one! Hope you liked it! Review, Review, Review!
-Tessie:)