Authors Note- The confusion about who ' grandpa' is will be cleared up in
the next chapter......more fun to keep you waiting. Thanks as always for the
reviews. Also, before I forget, anything that is currently happening on the
show (Julie getting married, Luke moving, etc) has no effect on this story.
Chapter Five- "Please tell me this isn't yours"
When Summer returned home late one Wednesday night, she already knew what was awaiting inside her apartment. But after ours of tight outfits and screaming photographers, she really didn't care.
The answering machine still flashed with the same three messages that were eight weeks old in the least. The full suitcase remained packed in her bedroom, and the bathroom door always remained closed. She knew the pregnancy test, the positive pregnancy test, was on the sink and she couldn't go within ten feet of the room. She'd shower at work.
Work. The girl was a model. If there was a shoot for miserable looking teenagers, she could pull that off at twenty-two in her condition. No one noticed, and no one even cares. Except Elise, but she was it. Then again, being someone's ' personal assistant' doesn't always entitle them to voice their opinion.
But that wasn't Summer's concern. Elise was one thing, a baby was another. Being pregnant, she wasn't sure how to analyze that one, under any terms. Of course she hasn't told her boss, Jamie was the kiss of death all his own. And then there was Seth. Well if she didn't have the nerve to listen to his phone messages, assuming they were from him, there was no chance she was going to tell him about a baby.
It didn't even feel like a baby. Only two months later, but in a strange way, it does. To Summer it was. By looking at her, someone could tell that something about her was off, but not that she was pregnant. At least not right now.
"Roberts, open the door, now!".
Elise was never one to knock, just yell, which made one wonder who the model was. For someone who was suppose to make Summer's life easier, she used their forming friendship to reverse that.
"What's been going on with you?" she snarled the second Summer had the door open.
"Well, I tend to come home after work".
Elise brushed her way into the apartment, "don't get smart with me, you've been acting like you're dead ever since you got back from New York".
Summer closed the door, leaning against the. She was never suppose to go to New York, only for a day to visit a friend, not stay for her funeral. And not to sleep with an ex-boyfriend, the only one she had technically loved, and defiantly not to come home pregnant. "Well, I'm a model, I'm not suppose to have a personality".
"Okay, I'm sorry" Elise sighed, "you're still...upset about Marissa's death. I'm sorry, I just- well, don't expect Jamie to understand".
"Not like I ever do".
After somewhat of a soothing hug, Elise kindly asked in a bounce, "I ran over here in a mad rage, can I use your bathroom?".
Summer pointed towards the hallway, "first door on the left".
Even when she walked away, Summer had not yet realized where she directed her guest to. It wasn't until Elise returned, with something in hand, that she realized the stunt she had pulled. "Please" Elise begged, "tell me this isn't yours".
"It isn't mine".
"But it is".
"Yep".
Elise was aiming for the recliner, but missed and hit the floor, "you're pregnant? When did you find out?".
"About three weeks ago" she calmly answered, "I'm due in August".
"Due? As in you're going to have a kid?".
Summer casually shrugged. She knew something was going to spark this subject eventually. A think girl like her can't hide such a thing for very long. "When you really analyze it, I've got no reason not to".
And here come the objections. "Really? Because I can think of a lot".
At least she had been prepared for this. "Well it's my body and my mind, and I guess that's what matters".
There was the brainwashing coming right back to Elise, "well other people own your body and they don't give a shit about your mind. What are you going to do? Model maternity clothing?".
"I guess that depends on Jamie".
"Why? Is he the father?".
Summer's jaw nearly dislocated itself, "no! But if he ' owns my body' he'll decide where my career goes. But that's as far as it'll go! I'm having this baby, and no bullshit contract is going to tell me what to do".
Elise returned to her feet with obvious maneuvers to calm herself, "maybe you're still a little...messed up from Marissa's death".
"If that was the situation, I think I would have gotten over it by now after a month of thinking all this over".
"Wait a second, you're ex in New York...Sam?".
"Seth".
"Is he the father?" Summer nodded, "that's going to be a weird custody arrangement, unless you two eloped that night and you're just hiding the ring".
She softly shook her head, "no, and I've decided that maybe its better off if he doesn't know".
Elise's eyebrows flinched, "that's a bit harsh".
"Maybe if you saw the kind of guy he was, you'd want to do the same thing".
Elise slowly shook her head, "You know, I really hope you know what you're doing".
Chapter Five- "Please tell me this isn't yours"
When Summer returned home late one Wednesday night, she already knew what was awaiting inside her apartment. But after ours of tight outfits and screaming photographers, she really didn't care.
The answering machine still flashed with the same three messages that were eight weeks old in the least. The full suitcase remained packed in her bedroom, and the bathroom door always remained closed. She knew the pregnancy test, the positive pregnancy test, was on the sink and she couldn't go within ten feet of the room. She'd shower at work.
Work. The girl was a model. If there was a shoot for miserable looking teenagers, she could pull that off at twenty-two in her condition. No one noticed, and no one even cares. Except Elise, but she was it. Then again, being someone's ' personal assistant' doesn't always entitle them to voice their opinion.
But that wasn't Summer's concern. Elise was one thing, a baby was another. Being pregnant, she wasn't sure how to analyze that one, under any terms. Of course she hasn't told her boss, Jamie was the kiss of death all his own. And then there was Seth. Well if she didn't have the nerve to listen to his phone messages, assuming they were from him, there was no chance she was going to tell him about a baby.
It didn't even feel like a baby. Only two months later, but in a strange way, it does. To Summer it was. By looking at her, someone could tell that something about her was off, but not that she was pregnant. At least not right now.
"Roberts, open the door, now!".
Elise was never one to knock, just yell, which made one wonder who the model was. For someone who was suppose to make Summer's life easier, she used their forming friendship to reverse that.
"What's been going on with you?" she snarled the second Summer had the door open.
"Well, I tend to come home after work".
Elise brushed her way into the apartment, "don't get smart with me, you've been acting like you're dead ever since you got back from New York".
Summer closed the door, leaning against the. She was never suppose to go to New York, only for a day to visit a friend, not stay for her funeral. And not to sleep with an ex-boyfriend, the only one she had technically loved, and defiantly not to come home pregnant. "Well, I'm a model, I'm not suppose to have a personality".
"Okay, I'm sorry" Elise sighed, "you're still...upset about Marissa's death. I'm sorry, I just- well, don't expect Jamie to understand".
"Not like I ever do".
After somewhat of a soothing hug, Elise kindly asked in a bounce, "I ran over here in a mad rage, can I use your bathroom?".
Summer pointed towards the hallway, "first door on the left".
Even when she walked away, Summer had not yet realized where she directed her guest to. It wasn't until Elise returned, with something in hand, that she realized the stunt she had pulled. "Please" Elise begged, "tell me this isn't yours".
"It isn't mine".
"But it is".
"Yep".
Elise was aiming for the recliner, but missed and hit the floor, "you're pregnant? When did you find out?".
"About three weeks ago" she calmly answered, "I'm due in August".
"Due? As in you're going to have a kid?".
Summer casually shrugged. She knew something was going to spark this subject eventually. A think girl like her can't hide such a thing for very long. "When you really analyze it, I've got no reason not to".
And here come the objections. "Really? Because I can think of a lot".
At least she had been prepared for this. "Well it's my body and my mind, and I guess that's what matters".
There was the brainwashing coming right back to Elise, "well other people own your body and they don't give a shit about your mind. What are you going to do? Model maternity clothing?".
"I guess that depends on Jamie".
"Why? Is he the father?".
Summer's jaw nearly dislocated itself, "no! But if he ' owns my body' he'll decide where my career goes. But that's as far as it'll go! I'm having this baby, and no bullshit contract is going to tell me what to do".
Elise returned to her feet with obvious maneuvers to calm herself, "maybe you're still a little...messed up from Marissa's death".
"If that was the situation, I think I would have gotten over it by now after a month of thinking all this over".
"Wait a second, you're ex in New York...Sam?".
"Seth".
"Is he the father?" Summer nodded, "that's going to be a weird custody arrangement, unless you two eloped that night and you're just hiding the ring".
She softly shook her head, "no, and I've decided that maybe its better off if he doesn't know".
Elise's eyebrows flinched, "that's a bit harsh".
"Maybe if you saw the kind of guy he was, you'd want to do the same thing".
Elise slowly shook her head, "You know, I really hope you know what you're doing".