CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Randy ran his hands through his hair as he approached John's room. He let out a sigh before he raised his hand and knocked on the door. He waited for a moment and soon heard footsteps from inside the room.

"Randy?" John questionned with a bewildered look on his face as he opened the door.

"Hey, John." Randy said, as casually as he could manage. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure." John answered after a short pause. He then stepped aside so that Randy could enter the room. John closed the door behind them and turned towards Randy. "So, what's up?"

"Well...it's about Rebekah..." Randy began.

"Randy, please, I can't deal with this at the moment." John interupted.

"All I'm asking for is for you to hear me out." Randy quickly said. "Five minutes, John."

John ran his hands over his face and sighed. He looked at Randy for a minute and nodded slightly.

"Okay, five minutes." he said. John gestured for Randy to sit down on the couch. Once Randy had taken a seat, John sat in the chair opposite him. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"First I want you to explain something to me." Randy said, leaning forward slightly. John just nodded in response. "I want you to tell me about that woman that Rebekah saw you with that night outside your room."

John sighed deeply and leaned forward himself. "She was nobody, Randy. She was just a girl I know from home. She was in town and was going through a bit of a crisis, so she came to me for help. She just needed a friend to talk to...someone to listen. Nothing happened."

Randy studied John for a minute, looking for signs of sincerity. When he was confident that John was being honest with him, he nodded his head a little. "Okay." Randy said. "But I think that Rebekah needs to hear that as well."

"Randy, man, I know you're just trying to help, but it's not gonna work." John said, shaking his head. "Rebekah made that quite clear to me the other night."

"You know she didn't mean any of the things she said to you." Randy assured him. "She was angry. She'd seen you with another woman and assumed the worst. Surely you can understand that." John didn't respond. "You love her, John...and she loves you. Do you really wanna throw what you two have away over a stupid misunderstanding?"

John took a deep breath and ran his hands over his hair. "Of course I don't, but she won't lsiten to me, Randy. Us being together is clearly too much of a problem for her as it is."

"You know that's not true." Randy said. "She loves you and she wants to work through this with you. Just give her a chance. Come back downstairs with me and talk to her."

"I don't know..."

"What have you got to lose?" Randy asked, standing up and walking towards the door.

John looked at Randy for a minute and then looked down at the ground. He knew that Randy was right. And he knew that he didn't want to lose Rebekah. He had dreamed about being with her for so long, he'd be stupid not to take the chance.

John stood up from his seat and grabbed his key from the coffee table.

"Okay, I'll do it." he said.

"You sure?" Randy asked.

John nodded. "I'm positive. I've got to at least try."

Randy smiled widely and turned to open the door. John rushed out ahead of him and towards the stairs.

"Hey! Wait up!" Randy yelled, running after John. "You haven't even got any shoes on."

"I don't care." John laughed as he hurried through the door and down the stairs.

I sat on the edge of the bath with my head in my hands. I heard a knock on my door and my head shot up.

"Randy?" I called. "Is that you?"

I stood up and wiped my tears away the best I could with my sleeve. I checked myself in the mirror before hurrying towards the door. I unbolted it and pulled it open a little. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, Randy, I'm so glad you're back. I really need..." I started but stopped dead when I looked to Randy's side. "John?" I said in shock. He was the last person that I was expecting to see here tonight.

"Hey." John said softly with a slight smile. "I think it's time we talked."

I just looked at John for a while, as a soft smile came across my face. He had the most gentle look in his eyes, it made me just want to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I let out a sigh and nodded slightly.

"Yeah, we should...but...I..." I turned my gaze away from John and looked up at Randy. "I just need to talk to Randy first."

"I'm sure it can wait, Beck." Randy smiled, winking at me. "I'm just gonna go and get something to eat, but I'll swing by later..."

"Randy, please..." I said, giving him a pleading look. "I need to talk to you now. It's really important."

Randy sighed and rolled his eyes at me. He then looked over and John and asked, "Do you mind?"

"Of course not." John said quickly. "It's obviously important to Rebekah." He turned his attention to me and smile slightly. "I can come back later if you want."

"Oh no, John, please stay." I said quickly, gesturing for them both to enter the room. "Randy and I can talk in the bathroom." I said, closing the door as they both walked in. "You can just wait out here."

Randy frowned in confusion. "The bathroom? You can't expect John to sit out here while we go in there."

"It's fine, Randy, I don't mind." John said with a laugh. "You two go ahead."

Randy just shook his head and followed me in to the bathroom. I gave John a little smile as I closed the door behind me and Randy.

"What the hell are you doing?" Randy said in a frustrated tone of voice. "John came here to try and work things out with you and you've just left him out there. What could be so important that it couldn't have waited for another hour or so?" he shouted.

"Randy..." I choked out, trying my hardest to fight the tears back. "I...I don't know if I can talk to him right now..."

"I don't get you, Rebekah." Randy interupted me. "John came here for you. Isn't that what you wanted? To talk to him and tell him how you feel? This is the last time I try and help you, Rebekah Lawson, I swear it is. Why the heck did you make John stay if you don't wanna talk to him?"

"I...I don't know...I just wanted him to be here...I just wanted to be near him."

"You're something else, Becka, you really are." Randy snickered, shaking his head at me and headed for the bathroom door.

"Randy, wait..."

"What? What is it!" he shouted, turning to face me.

I let the tears roll down my cheeks as I looked at him. "I...I'm pregnant, Randy." I said quietly.

Randy just stopped and looked at me with wide eyes. I blinked again and more tears fell. There was a long silence before Randy even tried to speak again.

"What...you're...erm..." he stuttered, looking away from me. He was in total shock. "Are...are you sure?" he asked, turning his attention back to me again.

I nodded slowly and reached over and picked up the plastic stick on the side of the sink, holding it out to Randy. He took it from me and examined it closely.

"Well...erm...I suppose...it could just be a false alarm." he said, his eyes still fixed in the stick in his hand.

"There's about three more in the trash that say the exact same as that one." I said, wiping my tears away with the back of my hand.

"And...John? Is John the father?" Randy asked, seemingly settling down a little and getting over his initial shock. I just nodded in response. "Are you certain?"

"Positive." I said. "That night that I got drunk and spent with John, that was the first time I'd been with a guy in months...and there hasn't been anyone since." I looked up at Randy and the sympathetic look that he gave me just made me cry harder.

"Hey, come here." he said, reaching his arms out to me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and sobbed in to his chest. "Ssshhh...don't cry, Beck."

"What am I going to do now, Randy?" I said weakly, glancing up at him. "I've gone and messed everything up. John won't want me now...not after I tell him this." I sobbed, resting my head back on Randy's chest as he held me tightly.

Ooohh...what a twist:P Bet ya didn't see that one coming! lol. R&R please guys!