Author's Note: I'm not gone yet guys. lol I'm determined to finish this story and I know I will, I've got a couple of chapters more to go so please fasten your seatbelts and enojy the ride hopefully if you like it. haha
They arrived at an already packed club, of course with Nathan's mom being the co-owner of TRIC, line up and i.d check weren't necessary as well as with Jill. They had arrived before the others who were still enjoying their pre-rendezvous parties. Nathan and Jill of course didn't follow in the others footsteps, but instead just made their way straight to the club, the car ride being awkwardly silent.
Jill didn't want to make a big fuss about what she and the girls talked about earlier but it just seemed to bug her. She knew she was being rather immature towards her reaction but the topic just seemed to be everywhere lately. She would open up a magazine and she'd see an ad on Trojan condoms. She and Nathan would be casually hanging out watching TV and the show would automatically illustrate a couple getting rowdy on a couch or bed, which definitely made everything more discomfited as a slight tension would develop between her and him. Even on their way to the club, she saw a billboard about practicing safe sex. What was with the world today?
The two walked hand in hand into the club dawning their neon green bracelets stating their ineligibility to consume alcohol considering they were still only seventeen. They didn't plan on drinking anyway, why ruin a perfect night intoxicated when you could be savoring your moment with each other.
"You look beautiful," Nathan beamed as he gave Jill a kiss on her forehead. He couldn't help but stare at her figure, her black lace dress clinging to her curves exceptionally well. Her hair was down in slight waves so as not to expose too much of her body that the black dress didn't cover, and she smelt good which was why Nathan loved to inch closer to her or kiss her every chance he got.
Jill just let out a small smile as she was still encased in her thoughts, of course it didn't go unnoticed.
"Hey you okay?" A worried expression painted his face.
"Hmm?" she looked up at him, "mmm yeah why?"
"Nothing, it's just you were quiet the car ride over here and now you seem out of it."
"I'm kind of tired."
"You sure? You want to leave?"
"No babe I'm okay, I just need some air."
"Okay cool let's go," he made a move towards the door.
"You stay here and find your friends, I'll go alone."
He was taken back with her last words, not even quite sure how to answer it.
"Umm okay?" he finally let out.
Jill saw his expression and suddenly felt like crap. She hated it when he looked sad, yes he may look cute as he pouted but knowing he wasn't happy was what made it all go downhill.
"Nathan don't think anything bad," she wrapped her arms around him looking up into his crimson blue eyes, "I just need a good gust of cold wind on my face to clear up some things. I don't want you to miss a good party on account of me being a total party pooper."
"But you're not."
"I am but its okay; as soon as I clear my head I'll be good."
"You sure you don't want me to come?"
"Yeah," she caressed his cheek with her thumb, "you stay here and look out for the others."
"You sure?" Asking her for the second time as he looked at her quizzically, "what's on your mind?"
"Maybe when I get back we'll talk about it," and with that she tip toed to give him a quick peck before letting go of his hand and disappearing into the crowd, leaving him to ponder the 'maybe' in her last sentence.
He walked over to the bar spotting his mom serving a few customers, leaning on the counter steps away. She made her way to him when they left.
"Now sweetie, just because you're my son doesn't mean you get special treatment, no alcohol for you."
He half heartedly smiled at her, "I don't want beer mom."
"Of course you don't, that stuff does nothing but clog your vision on everything. Trust me I know," she referred to her addiction to not alcohol but prescription drugs before summer.
"Yeah but it sure as hell makes you feel good," right about now he wanted that. Not with drugs but with his girlfriend who seemed to be escaping him at the moment.
"Spill."
He looked at his mom confused, "huh?"
"You heard me, what's up? I know there's something on your mind."
"Yeah but…"
"But what?"
"Mom I don't really want to tell you about my life. I love you and all but uh I think I'll wait until Lucas comes."
"Hey," she put her hands on her hips, "what's so wrong about sharing your problems with your mother? Lucas and Karen have that relationship."
"Yeah but Lucas quotes Shakespeare and all these dead guys for fun, you seriously want to compare me to him?"
"Nathan," she warned him.
He laughed and threw his hands up in defense.
"It's cool; I never said it was stupid that he does."
"I know but quit switching the subject and being such a brat. You might be seventeen going on eighteen soon but you'll forever be my baby boy."
"Mom," she shushed her, "not in public."
"Oh great," she threw her hands up in a sigh, "you don't want to talk about your problems with me because you think you're mature but then I call you my baby boy and now all of a sudden you're acting like that five year old boy who pushed me away because I took your diapers out in front of everyone at the park."
His eyes bulged out of their sockets, "I was five and still wearing Huggies pull ups, all the other kids were potty trained."
"You were potty trained too; you just continued to wet the bed until you were six."
"Great, let the world know. Are you doing this so I'll finally tell you my problem? If so then fine you win, I think I've had enough embarrassing childhood memories to last me until I'm sixty."
"Thank you," a satisfied smile played across her face.
"Just no more stories okay?"
"I promise."
"Okay good," he paused for a bit trying to find the words, "my night isn't going that well."
"Why would you say that? You left the house in such a good mood boasting how New Years was going to be in your exact words 'crazy as hell'. Nevertheless you were thrilled about partying with your friends and hanging out with Jill who might I add looks stunning tonight…I saw you two come in not too long ago."
"Yeah well I was and I want to be but it seems Jill doesn't want to be here let alone with me."
"I'm sure that's not true."
"Well it seems that way."
"Where is she?" Deb searched for the missing girl.
"She went out for some air."
"Why didn't you go with her?"
"She didn't want me to," saying the words made him even more down.
"I don't think it's anything bad."
"That's what she said."
"Oh sweetie," she reached out for her son's hand, "do you know what may have gotten her so upset?"
"I can't think of anything," he thought for a bit, "when Lucas and I came to pick them up they were all talking about sex."
"Oh," Deb's face suddenly turned red; maybe she shouldn't have asked what was wrong and waited for Lucas.
Nathan shook his head and laughed at his mom. That word or anything to do with that subject always brought upon that face mother's would give their children, the one where they knew their kids were doing that sort of stuff but they hoped didn't or at least never have to hear about it."
"Don't worry mom, Jill and I aren't you know…"
"Yes okay," she breathed in a sigh of relief motioning him that she understood.
"But I think that's why she's upset."
"Oh…okay?"
"Not that we're not having sex," he waited for his mom to nod in understanding, "I don't really know why she's upset actually."
"I think I do."
"You do?" Nathan stared at his mother who gave him an assuring smile.
"Yeah honey, you said the girls were talking about sexual intercourse right?"
"Well yeah," he looked confused.
"And it had something to do with the other girls maybe taking part in the act where as Jill wasn't."
He nodded.
"Have you two talked about it?"
"A couple of times but nothing big, why?"
"Nathan I think Jill might be a little insecure with the whole sex issue."
"Really? I mean Haley and I sort of had this problem but she didn't react like Jill is doing now. Well maybe a little cause Haley found por…never mind what she found but she was upset for a reason."
"And Jill isn't?"
"I can't think of one. I never forced her because I understand since I went through this before."
"I know sweetie which is why you should be more supportive. I'm pretty sure Jill knows that too. She probably feels pressured from herself or her friends. It's tough being a teenager with all the decisions and what not to make.
"What should I do?"
"Do what you did with Haley and be yourself."
"I can do that," he smirked.
"Of course you can," she returned the smile before pushing him away jokingly, "now go find your girlfriend to ease her mind."
"Thanks mom," he replied honestly. It actually felt good talking to her.
Deb just smiled back signaling him to go which he did leaving her to bask in the glory she called motherhood, what children did without their mothers, was a miracle.