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We've Had Our Story…
- But What Happened Then?
Chapter 9.
Bad Day
"Sandy, can we talk?" Mike asked.
"Yeah," Sandra said, following him into the hall of Monica and Chandler's house, "What's up?"
"It's been so long we've known each other now, and I cant believe if may be about to ruin our friendship, but I have to ask… Do you want to go on a date with me?"
"A date?" Sandra couldn't believe it.
"Yeah…" Mike trailed off, "'Cause I kinda like you."
"You do?"
"Yeah," Mike said, "But I totally understand if you don't want to, it was just that…"
"I would love to, Mikey." Sandra smiled, "And hey! You can tell me all about it at dinner."
"When?" Mike asked, his happiness reaching the sky.
"Say… next Friday?"
"Deal."
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"Aunt Monica? Will you pass me the salt?" Gracie asked, pointing at it.
"Yeah of course sweetie." Monica said getting up, "Where do you want it? Your steak or your potatoes?"
"I can do it myself." Gracie said.
"It's no problem, I'm getting up anyway." Monica said, standing behind her, "You want it there or there?"
"Why wont you let me do it myself?"
"It's easier to just…"
"Monica! I'm not an invalid!" Gracie yelled, catching everyone's attention.
Monica looked down, placing the salt next to Gracie's hand. She didn't say anything, she just took a few steps back.
"Monica, no!" Gracie began, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, I'm happy that you wanna help me…"
But Monica was already out of the living room.
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"Knock, knock." Sophie whispered.
"Come in." Gracie said, not turning away from the window, she was looking out at.
"I…" Sophie begun, "I heard you in there. What happened?"
"Me!" Gracie said, "That is what happened! I cant believe I yelled at Monica. She just wants to help me… I'm such an idiot!"
"Why?"
"Why am I such an idiot, or why did I yell?"
"Why did you yell!?"
"Because she wanted to put the salt on my food for me. I kinda felt that was to exaggerate it a little bit!"
Sophie laughed, "Why can I just picture you saying that?"
"Haha, very funny…" Gracie trailed off, "But you know… If this is the way it's gonna be… I just wish I was dead."
"You don't mean that again, now do you?"
"I do!" Gracie said, "And I don't know why it still bothers me that much, but it does. It's like; I cant see myself having a future anymore. This is the way it's gonna be, y'know? The hospital; in and out. I just don't want to put a guy through that… It would be easier if I just… died."
"Argh, come on Gracie. It's good to be alive! Feel the wind!" Sophie said, "I know it's quite some time you've been in a wheelchair now, but you know… You could also give it a shot and actually try to get better. Because for all us, it doesn't seem like you're even trying."
"Excuse me, I'm trying!" Gracie argued, although she knew that she wasn't trying very much.
"Are you?"
"No, and so what?" Gracie snapped, "I just feel it's a waste of time, 'cause soon something else will happen, and I'll be back in the wheelchair, and then I can try again. It's the same sick cycle."
"God, you're a positive person!" Sophie sarcastically replied.
"Shut up!" Gracie said, driving away from her.
"Get up!" Sophie mocked.
"Nah-ah."
"Get up."
"No."
"Oh, will you just get up and walk!?"
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"So, how long have you been wanting to ask me out?"
"Long." Mike said, "Practically since I first met you. It's not often that I just click with someone, and you and I just… clicked."
"Yeah," Sandra said, "I kinda thought you were cute too, but I didn't really want to do anything about it unless you did, and then you were asking that girl out, and I was just so jealous."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Then you'll know how I felt when we went to a party and you were making out with guys." Mike said.
"Sorry," Sandra smiled, "But anyway, I think we should keep this to ourselves until we know if it's going somewhere?"
"Probably a very good idea." Mike said, "But if we first cross that line, we're gonna have to tell them."
"Don't worry." Sandra smiled, "We will."
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"Emma, could you come in here, please?" Shelly asked.
"Okaay…" Emma trailed off, going into the bedroom where Shelly was sitting on the bed, "What's up? You need anything, Shell?"
Shelly shook her head, "No. I just think that my water just broke."
"What?"
"My water broke, Emma! You're gonna have to take me to the hospital! It feels like this baby is in a hurry!"
"Oh my God!" Emma said, helping Shelly on her feet, "Why today? At all days the baby chooses to come the day Jack and Ben is out of town. Great."
"He's gonna miss the birth." Shelly exclaimed.
"Yeah…" Emma said, "There's not so much we can do about it, honey."
"I'm having contractions already, Emma!"
"Breathe." Emma said, changing her mind, "I'm gonna call an ambulance."
Shelly nodded and watched Emma dial the number.
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"How are you feeling, honey?" Emma asked.
"I'm 8 centimetres already." Shelly said, "Did you call the others?"
"All taken care of, they'll be here as soon as possible."
"Okay." Shelly said.
They'd just arrived at the hospital, and Shelly had been right. This baby was in a hurry.
Emma had gotten in contact with everyone, also the father to be, who was very angry that he wouldn't get to be there.
He was on the other hand, taken the next flight back.
He and Jack had been representing the family to a funeral for a relative they didn't even know.
At that moment, a doctor came into the room to check on her.
"10 centimetres. This baby is in a hurry." she said.
"Tell my about it." Shelly said.
"You want me to go with you?" Emma asked.
"Thank you." Shelly said, "I would like that. Since Ben isn't here, and I don't want to do this alone."
"I understand." Emma said.
"Let's go then." the doctor smiled.
A new life was about to enter the world.
Okay, I'll cut this chapter here. I know, I know. Everything I write, you kinda already know is happening. But I just… Well, in a few chapters I'll get to after the "Dear Diary" chapters, and everything will be new. Well, leave me a review. Thanks, Stessa.