Here it is. The twenty paged finale. I hope it didn't suck, I was half asleep when I finished it, and it took me a long time to finally get it out here. I've been working on my other books for a really long time now.
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Now, enough about that, lets get on to the story. I'm super sorry if it sucks, I haven't exactly had a chance to read it over. Once I do, I'll see if I can get in there and change things, though I'm not so sure if it'll matter since you guys would have already read it by then.
See, it's getting harder to write for TDI because I simply haven't seen the show in so long, I kinda forgot how to write for it. Also, I usually get teased around here if I'm caught watching it (Stupid people keeping me from watching my show!), of course, those people have no lives and don't realize how awesome Total Drama really is. Though, I'm still kinda not allowed to watch it since my dad catches me doing stuff from the show all the time (Lol, Thanx, Duncan!), and now I'm hooked on a comic called JTHM, and he's homicidal, so now people are catching me decapitating things and leaving them everywhere (Mostly barbie dolls and flies, you get the point), In fact, I made a totally awesome 4D picture box of JTHM! You can see it on my facebook page, I'll PM it to you if you want.
Back to square one. It's so freaky that I'm ending this thing. I wish I could be proud, but really, I feel it was a huge mess. Hopefully, everything that comes after will be more orderly and not so whacked. Anyways, grab some popcorn (Or a jelly sandwich, I don't know what you like to eat when reading... I like salsa when reading!), sit down in a comfy chair, scroll down a little bit more, and prepare for the best (Or worst) chapter of You'll Always Be My Daddy!
Month 2
Sam awoke early with a disgusting feeling in her stomach, like a bowling ball had been forced down her throat and was being pushed up again by some tiny creature in her belly. She looked over at the clock and noticed the time.
"6:34..." She said to herself slowly before feeling a sting at her throat and a rotting taste in her mouth. She leaned over to the side of the bed, not able to reach the bathroom in time, and let it all out.
The green disgusting gloop was all over the floor, and already Sam knew she had a long day ahead of her.
Sam started getting dressed after cleaning the unpleasant mess, but again, another unwanted surprise emerged. She noticed none of her shirts seemed to fit properly without either being uncomfortable or they squeezed her baby bump so much she looked obese. Unfortunately, all her clothes were skin tight, so naturally, nothing fit her. She'd have to borrow something from Kyle, which was not going to be exciting, especially since the prep wore nothing but, well, prep clothes.
She swallowed her pride, and knocked on his door.
"I'm getting dressed, what do you want?" Kyle shouted from inside his room.
"None of my shirts fit me, I need to borrow one from you." She said as she looked down and cupped her hands behind her back. She heard a slight chuckle, and then the door started creaking open, revealing Kyle in his boy shorts and, uh, nothing else.
"You, my punk rocker, daddy's girl, pain in the butt twin sister of mine, need to borrow an appropriate outfit from MY CLOSET because your troublesome attitude got you in a rut of which there is no getting out until you have passed my baby niece or nephew from your tormented womb? HA...HA...HA..." Kyle took in every ounce of pleasure from his own sister asking him for clothes.
"Shut up, all I said was that I needed a shirt."
"You shouldn't even be showing this early anyway."
"Well, that's what happens when you're pencil skinny because your hog of a brother eats everything before his sister can even have a bite."
"What are you talking about?" Kyle crossed his arms and stepped into the doorway, preventing Sam any access to his room, or closet.
"I'm talking about the fact that when we were little, you always had the growth spurts that would last forever and you'd eat everything in the house. I was always hungry because of you."
"What does that have to do with the subject at hand?"
"I don't know!" Sam started screaming and crying and banging her hands on the ground in a fit of rage. Kyle felt bad, and went into his closet to get her a shirt. He brought out a little purple polo that was for one, too tight for him and two, too girly. He dropped it on her back before closing the door and leaving her.
Sam grabbed the shirt from her back and took off her nightgown top in the hallway, squeezing into the polo and wiping the tears from her eyes before getting up and walking to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal.
"I hope that's not the only thing you're eating before school." Courtney said as she walked into the kitchen with her hair wet from her morning shower and her bathrobe tucked around her wet skin, "You need to have some fruits or something to stay alert. Don't forget you're feeding for two right now."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Sam shrugged her away and continued to stuff a spoonful of Pops into her mouth.
Courtney gave her daughter a stare before pouring coffee into a cup and taking it over to the table where she could sit and talk with her daughter.
"Sam, you know that once you start showing, you're going to get teased for it at school." She said trying not to sound too teasing herself but trying to be sincere and look for a moment where she can actually help her daughter cope with the pressures of school that are only going to skyrocket once word gets out, if it hasn't already.
"I know, I'm ready to punch out the first person whom calls me fatso." Sam clenched her fist, not letting herself think of the hundreds of kids that will be pointing and laughing at her enormous belly and trying to make it seem like its just going to be one dumb jackoff that decides to throw a few words at the wrong person.
"Dear," Courtney placed a hand upon her daughters back before continuing, "It's not going to be that easy..."
"I don't need your silly advice, mom! I can take care of myself, I have been for years now." Sam shrugged her mother away before getting up, grabbing her backpack and heading for the door. She reached for the handle, then turned to her mom again with fury in her eyes...
"I don't need you... or Dad... anymore." She opened the door and slammed it behind her, walking herself to school down the lonely concrete sidewalk.
Courtney placed a hand on her head and began weeping heavily. Her tears fell like raindrops onto the table below and seemed to stain the wood with regret.
"Where did I go wrong?" She cried out softly. She was terrified that she'd leave again, get into more trouble, or what's worse... get killed...
The thing that hurt her soul the most was the fact that she said she didn't need her Dad. Courtney could handle the fact that Sam said she didn't need her anymore, she's said "I hate You" much more than once to her mother before, but Duncan, Sam never dared to say such to her beloved father.
Courtney began hearing footsteps leading into the kitchen, and a voice she loved to hear started to talk to her...
"What's with the slamming and yelling?" Kyle asked as he walked over to the table. Courtney swore it was Duncan whom was talking, but soon as she saw Kyle, she was amazed at how much he sounded like his father.
"I guess you two do have something in common after all." Courtney said as she stared as her son, tears still in her eyes.
"Mom? Why are you crying?" He asked with complete concern, being the mommy's boy that he is, if anything goes wrong with her, he's there to fix it up immediately. He came over to her and gave her a childish kiss on the cheek before grabbing her hand and looking at her sincerely.
"Everything's going to be alright, Mom. She'll come around." He reassured her before patting her back and getting some food for himself. Kyle was with Courtney the way Sam was with Duncan. The twins took after their parents perfectly in each and every way, Kyle, he had his fathers looks and his dazzling eyes, but he loaned to be the perfect everything, with a slight wild side that only girls like Ari could truly see. And Sam, she had her mothers sexy Hispanic features, yet she wanted nothing but a punk lifestyle, green and black and skulls she was.
Courtney got up and went over to her son and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"At least I raised one model child." She said with a smile before scratching his head playfully and walking out of the kitchen and back over to the bedroom.
And of course, Duncan still laid in bed lazily with no physical sign of waking up anytime soon. She placed a hand on the small of his back and felt him jerk slightly, so she knew he was either just about to wake up or he was totally faking it and just being slothful. She leaned down to his ear and whispered softly to him...
"It's time to wake up..."
He mumbled something that made him sound drunk, then again, he always sounds drunk when he wakes up.
"Wakey wakey..." She shook him slightly, then heard him start to mumble random things.
"Doughboy..." He mumbled as he started frantically moving his arm up and down.
"What?" Courtney replied, incredibly confused, "Did you just say Doughboy?"
"Don't hurt her... leave her alone..."
"And then they just sat there, staring at each other once the little boy left to get his toy. The girl just looked at the boys face, noting his adorable little nose, his unforgettable smile, that jet black hair of his and his sweet caramel colored skin... All she wanted was for him to ask her one thing... "Do you want me to kiss you?" Of course the answer would be, "DUH, Are you dumb or something? I've been staring at you for like an hour!" - The Funny Thing About Love
Transporting to... Duncan's Dreamworld...
There he sat in the huge Alice In Wonderland styled checkerboard room. The walls were at least eighty feet tall, and everything was off proportion and wrong in size and shape. Also, everything was black and white, except for the three people in the room, Courtney, Duncan, and the dreaded Pillsbury Doughboy.
The Doughboy has a knife, and he's coming closer and closer to Courtney, whom is for some reason, stapled to the floor.
"NOOO! DON'T TOUCH HER!" He said before remembering he has a knife too. He grabbed it from his pocket, flipped it open, and threw it at the doughboy, whom choked for a moment before giggling out of control, fell to the ground, and died.
"Take that, you freaking psycho!" He screamed happily before going over and helping Courtney. But just as he was preparing to lay a kiss on her lips, she started giggling like the doughboy he just killed. He looked at her face and her sweet head was gone, and in place was the doughboy's head! All around him Duncan saw the doughboys, all laughing like idiots. He screamed at the top of his lungs, then he awoke.
"Wha... What? What happened?" Duncan asked, totally confused.
"Why were you screaming doughboy?"
"I was screaming doughboy?"
"Yes, Duncan. You were screaming doughboy and mumbling some other stuff."
"What else was I saying?"
"I don't know, you were mumbling it!"
"Well, why'd you wake me up then?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"About the doughboys?"
"NO!"
"Well, what then?"
"About, you know, stuff... things aren't going so well and, you're my everything right now. We are going to be grandparents in a few months, and I'm just not ready, Duncan." She sat down on the bed next to him, her head swinging low in shame.
"I told you last night not to worry about the crap that's going on, leave it on Sam to worry for herself. I know it sounds harsh, but she didn't learn the first time, and that's what comes with love."
"You mean Discipline?"
"I was actually thinking ignorance, but that works too."
"It's just, when she stormed out the door today, she said she didn't need me, or you, anymore." Duncan took a pause at Courtney's words. Then he brushed it away with a simple solution.
"She's just being hormonal. Soon she'll come crying back for either money or love, and we're going to be the only providers of such."
"I hope so..."
"What do you think of fire?"
"I didn't know you could think of fire."
"So you've never thought of cuddling with someone special by a warm fire and giving them a kiss that soon lead to an intense multitude of pleasures that only arise from your lover?"
"Uhhh... I thought of doing that on a plane once."
"Stupid, pathetic, un-romantic, men."
At School...
"Oh no, it's him..."
"Who?" Jasmine asked as she turned around quickly, then she saw Danny peeking over at Sam, "Oh, him..."
"Yeah... Hide me." Sam ducked down as Jasmine covered her up with her backpack and a jacket. Luckily, Danny had just looked away before Sam hid, and didn't even notice the lump on the floor, just that she was gone. He sighed and turned back to his locker, tears in his eyes as he grabbed his books and started walking off. Lucas caught up with him and stopped him in his tracks.
"We need to talk, bro." He said with a worried face. Lucas grabbed his arm forcefully and dragged him into the Boy's bathroom.
"What? Why are you dragging me around?"
"Dude, somebody got footage of you doing Sam and it's all over the internet. Everyone knows everything, literally."
"What? You're kidding me, right? Who?"
"Idunno, but here it is." Lucas popped out his smart phone and showed him the website it was posted on. The video started, and it was surprisingly clear for a nighttime shot. The video was taken from behind a tree, but Sam and Danny were too focused on each other to even notice if someone was watching.
"Yeah... Yeah, they are, they totally are. Yeah, I got it on video... Wait, wait, the girl is saying something." A man said on the video. His voice was disguised, of course so that nobody could trace him. Yet, when Sam spoke, her voice was normal.
"Danny... I love you. I've never know anyone or anything else that could give me what you have given me, and I love you so much for it."
"Oh my gosh... What son of a toucan recorded this?"
"Maybe it was Darth Vader." Lucas said referring to the weird voice the man had.
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Maybe he was looking for me, you know, cause my name is Lucas, so its like..." Lucas put his hand over his mouth and started speaking in a dark voice, "Luuucassss, I aaaam yoooour Faaaaatherrr..."
"Will you knock it off? This is serious! We've gotta find out who filmed this."
"I don't wanna think right now, there is still school and school is stupid and you've gotta think enough with that."
"What are you talking about? You're a straight A student."
"Only with subjects I understand."
"Whatever, Lucas. Lets head to class, we can talk about this later."
"Flames to dust... Lovers to friends...
Why do all good things come to an end?"- Nelly Furtado
Sam was trying to hold it down. A huge clump of the green stuff was making its grand entrance through her throat. She tried to not alert the teacher so she didn't bring any attention towards the problem.
"Ms. Conway, is there a problem?"
"I..." Was all Sam could say before the green goop splattered from her mouth all over her desk, and onto some unsuspecting classmates.
"Samantha! Why did you come to school sick? Please see the nurse immediately."
"Yes, Ms. Ringson." Sam said as she held her stomach and tumbled out the door. Danny looked at her with sad eyes. He didn't enjoy seeing his ex-girlfriend and best friend for life sick because of something he did. Jasmine, too, looked on at her with a certain sadness for her friend.
"Your head tastes weird."
"Why are you tasting my head then?"
"Cause it smells good."
Sam sat in the infirmary, sad and nervous and feeling like throwing up again.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" She asked as she prepared a clipboard.
"I... I just had some morning sickness is all."
"Oh that's right... You're the pregnant girl. Weren't you expelled?"
"What? No, why would you even think so?"
"I've heard things, mostly from the kids you put in here each day. How's it feel to be on the receiving end of the stick for once?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm pregnant, send me home, case closed."
"Well, seeing as you aren't sick, there is no reason to send you home. I do hope you are taking prenatal vitamins, correct?"
"Yeah, my mom made sure of that. You know, how do we not know these things they give pregnant women aren't just like things that force us to give birth to deformed alien things with several birth defects? Back in bible times and stuff women gave birth to healthy children, and all of a sudden doctors start realizing they can make money by getting people sick and now kids are born with either two limbs added on or two limbs taken off. Heck, we've got kids with their freakin' heads attached for cryin out loud!"
"You do realize you can go back to class now, right?"
"He's a cheater... He's a cheater... He's a stone hearted, cold blooded, monkey of a man, he's a cheater!"
Month 3
Sam was just sitting there, watching the television set as the pictures danced happily around the screen. Her concentration was ended by a knock at the door. She turned up the TV volume to block out the sound. When the arrogant visitor proceeded, she did the only thing she felt like doing.
"MOOOM! SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR!" She screamed. Courtney was in the shower currently, but even as Sam knew this, she still insisted on not opening that door. Kyle and Duncan were out, so they're off the door opening list too.
The knock persisted, the visitor now well aware that someone is home.
"Hello?" She heard a man's voice call out from outside. It was Trent, wonder what he wanted. Sam searched for the easiest excuse not to come to the door.
"Uh, I can't come to the door right now, I'm disabled." She yelled out loud enough for him to hear.
"Sam, Quit fooling and open the door. You're pregnant, not disabled."
"Yes I am. Acid. I have no legs anymore and my dad is too cheap to buy me a wheelchair."
"Sam, I need to talk to your mom for a moment, please open the door!"
"She's in the shower. Come back tomorrow."
"Fine then. Tomorrow I hope you're dad will get you a wheelchair so you can answer the door like a normal person."
"I hope he does too. That'd be fun!" Sam exclaimed. Trent walked away, and Courtney rushed out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel covering her body and her hair dripping with soap.
"Sam, who was at the door, and why didn't you answer?" She asked as she tried covering herself up to the maximum the tiny towel could handle.
"Trent wanted to talk to you."
"Why didn't you let him in?" Courtney asked before opening the door to see if he was by chance still there.
"I didn't wanna get up."
"Ugh, Sam! He was suppose to be giving us money for the baby!"
"Why? We don't even know if it's Danny's yet."
"He wanted to help us out anyway! And he was giving us that money behind Gwen's back, if he makes a double trip over here, she's gonna get suspicious."
"I'm guessing he just want's to make amends, right?" Sam asked with her best man-pose as possible.
"Amends or not, we need that money, and Trent is sucking up more pride than anyone in this neighborhood right now. And you do realize that if the baby is Danny's, we're all going to be related, right?"
"No we aren't. The baby will have two families, we won't."
"No, you're getting married to Danny if it's his baby."
"No, I'm not, that's my choice, and I'm an adult now."
"Getting pregnant doesn't make you an adult, Sam. You're still my daughter, and you're still a kid until you're eighteen. And until that moment, you do as I say. I don't want anyone to think I'm allowing you to get away with this without punishment."
"Isn't being pregnant punishment enough?"
"No, it's not. You slept with several different men and dated them behind our backs, and then you run off with a random boy you don't even know, become pregnant, and then come running home battered and dirty."
"He beat me!"
"I know he beat you, Sam. And I wish you never had to go through that, but you learned a lesson that has to stay with you for the rest of your life, I'm sorry to say. And the only way for you to truly learn your lesson from any of this is simply to be punished by the people whom love you most."
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm going to bed." Sam got up, turned off the TV, and passed her mother without even a simple goodnight. She slammed the door shut, and turned the music up.
Courtney couldn't help but give out a sigh. Sam is in her most hormonal year of all and the added hormones are making her someone she never was before. Courtney just had to keep on reminding herself that this is going to be the worst few months of her life...
"I love dis show." - Gir
In Trent and Gwen's room...
"I just can't imagine us being grandparents, simply because our innocent little boy was seduced by the neighborhood slut."
"Gwen! I know she's only fourteen, but Danny knows how to say 'No'." Trent said as he took his shirt off before jumping up under the covers. Gwen stared at him for a moment, thoughts coming to her head. In a way, she wanted the baby to be Danny's, but in another way, she didn't. It was confusing.
"Ever had one of those moments where you can't figure out exactly what you want in life?" She asked before slipping under the covers next to him.
"I'm guessing you're having one right now?"
"Yep. I don't know, what do you want?"
"I would hate having to share a grandchild with Duncan, that's for sure. But another little bundle of joy to play with does seem enduring."
"It reminds me of when I first discovered I was pregnant with Danny. Before I knew I kept wondering whether I wanted to be a mother or not."
"And you settled upon being one anyway because you already were pregnant."
"I'd honestly prefer planning something like that before jumping directly into it. We were so young and restless. I remember every night was magic when it was with you."
"Yeah, I'd prefer us being married before we, you know, had the big S, but we still keep the magic alive even in our marriage."
"I don't know about that..." Gwen said before turning away from him.
"What do you mean?" Trent placed a warm hand on her back.
"We haven't exactly been... 'Active' much lately."
"I'm sorry if it feels like I'm neglecting you, but things have just been so crazy lately. I'll make it up to you soon, okay?" Trent held her back and kissed her cheek, trying to ensure she wouldn't start crying.
"It's just..." A tear began to fall from her cheek, "I feel like you don't love me anymore."
"Gwen, never even mention that! I love you more than anything in the world, you mean everything to me." He held her tighter, trying to get those tears to stop.
"Why not now? Why can't we make love now?"
"Honey, I..." He looked at the clock, it was already pretty late, but he didn't want time to matter right now. Trent started low at her ear and kiss her tenderly before he began singing...
"Hello again, it's you and me... Kinda always like it used to be... Sippin wine, killin time... tryin to solve life's mysterious..." He sat her upon his lap and laid her down upon the bed, looking into her eyes and waiting for her to sing the next lyrics.
"How's your life... It's been a while... God it's good, to see you smile... I see you reaching for your keys, looking for a reason not to leave." Gwen sang beautifully. Something about Trent made her want to sing with such power and no fear, things besides him soon became a blur. Soon the two broke out into the chorus together, their voices filling the cold midnight air that seeped through the windows, "If you don't know, if you stay, if you don't say whats on your mind, baby just breathe... there's nowhere else tonight we should be, you wanna make a memory...?" Their lips finished the chorus with a sealed kiss, and the two dazzled into an array of love and kisses and pure happiness.
Gwen giggled and smiled wide as Trent tickled his hands down her neck. It relaxed her, yet made her blood rush with excitement. She kissed him tenderly before taking over and reaching for his hand, and she held it tightly before it happened...
"Trent..." She whispered, her body extremely excited and completely ready.
"Yes...?" He answered breathlessly as he attempted focusing on what she was saying instead of what she was doing.
"I want to have another baby..." Her expression became serious for a moment, but Trent accepted her offer for more and took her down with him, and he started the process...
"I was serious about that thing I said."
"What'd you say?"
"Honestly, I don't remember. I just know I was serious." - Kayla
Month 4
Sam did NOT want to be here right now. A checkup, she hated checkups, those stupid doctors... they get all touchy feely with your vitals, and that's not fun. Throughout the months, she has begun blossoming into a gorgeous, young, pregnant girl. School has gotten less and less fun, on account that everyone is noticing the enormous watermelon inside her. She's tired of being pregnant. She just wants this thing to come flying out, then find out who it belongs to, and either give it up or keep it.
"Dad, you hate doctors too, what's say we just break out of here now and head for the icecream shop?"
"Sam, while I'd absolutely love to, your mother would both first, kill me, and then second, she'd maim you, so it's not a very good decision if you think about it."
"Then don't think about it."
"You're right, let's bust this joint." Duncan said as he got up from the waiting room seat and walked out the door, Sam following close behind.
"Once upon a time there was this woman who was very itchy. She was itchy because her dog, whom has fleas, kept on jumping on her bed when she wasn't home. So one day, she caught the dog on her bed and killed it. The end."
"I didn't like that story very much, Mommy." - The four-year-old dog
Duncan sat down on the couch. There was nothing to do whatsoever. Kyle was sick, Courtney was at work, and Sam is in her room playing with Hotwheels. The little thirteen year old comes walking out of the room, holding her favorite little green car.
"Daddy, can I drive the car?"
"The way you play with your little toys? I don't think so. The world would collapse so quick it wouldn't be funny."
"Pleeaase Daaaaddy? I swear, I'll be a good driver! I'll stop suddenly at red lights, zoom through yellow ones and go slow through green ones just to piss people off!"
"Honey, those few rules are the reasons why your mother suspended me from my license for three months."
"?" Sam looked at him with her beautiful little baby face, and he couldn't say no...
"Okay, you know what this handle thing does, right?"
"No."
"Neither did I when I started driving."
"Do you know what it does now?"
"Nope. It has something to do with driving the car, but the only letters that I know what to do with are the P, the D, the other D and I think the R."
"What's the N do?"
"I think it makes the car stop."
"Hehehe..." Sam laughed evilly.
"Now, we're just doing a quick drive around the..." Before Duncan could finish, Sam put the car into Drive and hit the gas, zooming off and driving into the road without warning.
"HAHA! That was fun, hey, what's this thing do?"
"Don't ever do that again, Sam! But you're right, it was pretty cool. I'm not sure what that..."
"AAAGH! I CAN'T SEE! WHHHHEEEEEEEEEE!" Sam started screaming as the windshield wiper fluid sprayed all over the place, not allowing Sam or her Dad to see the road ahead.
"SAM! STOP IT NOW!" The car was going all over the place, swerving and cutting people off, hitting stop signs and passing red lights. It wasn't long before the cops started on their tail.
"HI, POLICE PEOPLE! I'M LEARNING HOW TO DRIVE!" Sam screamed out the window.
"PULL THE VEHICHLE OVER, NOW!" She heard the cops say.
Duncan was shaking his head and holding his arms. This was not going to lead to anything pleasant...
"You know, Duncan, I have to bail you out of jail on a monthly basis, but bailing my daughter out too? And the charges? Reckless Driving, Running Eight Red Lights, Going 30 Miles Over The Speed Limit, Screaming In the Police Officers Face... The list continues to grow." Courtney said unhappily as she drove the to troublemakers home.
"Gosh, I can't hear out of my ear, I'm so clogged up."
"CAN YOU HEAR NOW?"
"NOT ANYMORE, BECAUSE YOU SCREAMED IN THE WRONG EAR,YOU LUNATIC!"
"You skipped her checkup, for ICECREAM?" Courtney yelled as she watched the two lazy bones sit on the couch and lick their icecream cones.
"It was an emergency. The baby said he would kill himself if he didn't get icecream this instant." Sam said as she took a bite out of hers.
"It's true, I heard him. He said he's gonna cut off his blood supply."
"You wouldn't want your future grandson to be a stillborn, would you?"
"Listen, just shut up, both of you, because you're both insane, and tell your baby if his momma misses one more checkup for icecream, both of you will die."
"Sheesh, mom, try to be a little more sensitive, maybe? He can hear you!"
"Dear, if you seriously believe he or she can hear me right now..."
"Wait, he's moving!" Sam shouted as she grabbed her baby bump and felt the little fingers and feet as they climbed around and around like a hiker on a mountain. Courtney rushed to her daughters side to feel it, and she covered her mouth and gasped as it was true.
"Dear, feel it!" Courtney urged Duncan. He was skeptical at first, but then he laid his hand on the little bump and a tear fell from his eye as all this started becoming real.
"My baby's having a baby." He whispered before hugging his daughter close to him.
"You don't know how painful it is for a Gore and Horror writer to write a Love scene and have others say it came out well. Especially when you start getting addicted to writing love scenes, and then killing your lovers in the process. It leaves you with two of the most successful types of writing in Teen Culture, Mindless Sex and Death." – Moni Tether, Adult Fiction Writer
Month 5
"I can't believe we still don't know who filmed this." Danny said as he walked around his room, awaiting Lucas's answer, whom was on his bed reading a magazine.
"Hey, at least nobody's started teasing Sam about it. I think they know better."
"Yeah, Sam has sent pretty much everyone home at least once with some sort of broken bone. Me on the other hand, I'm getting harassed constantly. Eddie shoved my head in a urinal today, then he used it."
"Oh... that's why when I saw you at lunch you were all wet and stuff. Wait, were you wet with water or pee?"
"What do you think, Lucas?" Danny glared at him, his eyes intent on scaring the living crap out of him.
"I'm just gonna say both." Lucas shot his head back into his magazine to avoid eye contact.
"It was both, but there's only so much I could wash with those dinky sinks at school. I had to sneak around the house after I came home and wash off my head off with the hose so my mom didn't see."
"Dude, your mom is SO hot..."
"What does that have to do with anything, Lucas?"
"Idunno, dude. I'm just saying I'd be pretty embarrassed for her to see me with some jocks bodily fluids all over me too."
"It wasn't embarrassment that was keeping me from wanting her to see me right away, it was the fact that she'd cause a scene and call the school to report that a kid peed on her sons head."
"That'd be embarrassing too. But seriously, she is SMOKIN'!"
"Lucas! Stop talking about my mom like that!"
"But she's uber cool, too! I sat there and talked to her about horror movies for hours! What chick, that has a sixteen year old son, might I add, would sit there and talk about horror movies with her son's friend for an hour? She's awesome!"
"Yeah, I know, okay? My mom is awesome. But what does that have to do with..."
"Danny! Come here right now!" Gwen yelled from the living room.
"Uh, Imma stay right here if you don't mind..." Lucas said as he dug his head into the magazine one more time. Danny rolled his eyes and prepared his puppy face, wondering what trouble he got into this time. He walked out the door and down to the living room, cupping his hands and looking innocent. He saw his Dad sitting on on of the dining room chairs and his mother sitting across from him...
With a Laptop in front of her...
"Danny, will you please explain why there is a video on the internet of you and Sam?"
"I don't know, Mom! That's what me and Lucas have been trying to find out for months now..."
"For months? Danny, why didn't you come to us when you saw it the first time?" Trent asked as he raised his voice a bit.
"That's not exactly something I wanted to talk to you guys about."
"It doesn't matter, this is serious. It could ruin yours and Sam's reputation forever. This is practically porn!"
"I'm sorry mom, me and Lucas were trying to get the main website to shut it down, but they never responded to our emails."
"No, Danny, we need to call someone. We need to get this thing off the internet before the entire world see's it."
"It's been uploaded on hundreds of websites Mom, we'll never get it off and we'll never know who originally posted it!"
"Don't worry, son. I've got a friend who will fix this up just fine..."
"AAAG! I BROKE A NAIL!"
"OMG, CALL THE POLICE! CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT! GET THE PRESIDENT ON THE LINE!"
"You know, you can be really annoying when you're sarcastic."
"Okay, we'll be there too... Well, why would it be anyone Sam knows? Oh, really... My Samantha may do a lot of things, but she'd never do that!" Courtney slammed the phone down and grabbed her keys.
"What's up, Mom? Why all the yelling?" Kyle asked as he came out of his room and rushed to his mothers side.
"Kyle, I know you love me, and I love you too, but your attachment to me is getting a little scary. That said, Gwen found a video of Sam and Danny online and she wants me to come over to Harold's house to talk about it."
"Why Harold's house?"
"Because why we're talking about it, he's going to hack all the websites that the video has been posted on and he wants us to watch. He's also going to figure out who did it, and Gwen want's a lawyer to sue the son of a toucan."
"I'm guessing you're the lawyer for the job, right?"
"It's Sam I'm suing for too, so of course. Sam! Get over here!"
"Can I come?"
"Sure, son. SAM!"
"I'm coming!" Sam came running out, wearing one of her mother's tie-dyed maternity shirts and a pair of her dad's pants.
"Gosh, Sam, must you dress like your going to Woodstock?"
"You love this shirt! Even after my birth you still wear it!"
"To bed I do, not out in public."
"Please, we're going to Harold's house. I'm assured whatever he's wearing is going to be much worse."
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"
"WHAT?"
"Hi..."
The only people that actually showed up were Trent, Danny, Courtney, Sam and Kyle. Even Leshawna and Jasmine went to bed early. Whats worse, it seemed like both parents left a spouse home alone...
"Hacking will be the easy part, finding out who did it is going to be the hard part. Now, what exactly is it you wanted me to hack? You guys never told me."
The group stood around Harold's computer chair, awaiting for someone to break the silence and say what exactly it was.
"There's this video..." Danny began as he scratched the back of his head. Trent crossed his arms, waiting for his son to spit it out.
"It's, uh, a conception video..."
"Conception? We don't even know if the baby is yours!" Sam bursted out.
"Is it my fault if I for some reason want to be a father? If there's anyone I want to have kids with, it's you!"
"Well, maybe I don't!" Sam ran out of the room and into the backyard, crying. Danny chased after her, but was stopped by his father's grip on his arm.
"Dad, if the baby is mine, then that's my future wife, and I honestly don't think there's any further trouble you can prevent right now." Danny looked up at him to say. Without saying another word back to him, he released him. The boy ran off, just missing Courtney's grip.
"Why'd you let him go?" Courtney scolded the man.
"He's right. I know how he feels right now."
"He's a sixteen year old boy that knocked up my fourteen year old daughter, while he's right on the fact that he can't do any further damage, I still don't want them alone together!"
"Just leave them space to talk, I think they've both earned at least that. You should hear the things Danny has been telling me, he's acting like a father already. He's picking out names to suggest to Sam, he's been saving money to pay for food and clothes. Courtney, he even bought a wedding ring."
"There is no way he's going to ever, ever propose to my daughter! And I'll make sure of that!" Courtney followed the trail of the two teens, and left the adults, and Kyle, to simply stand there and watch.
"What do you mean you 'Know how he Feels'?" Kyle finally broke the silence with a rather forward question.
"It's not something I want to discuss with a fourteen year old."
"I might look fourteen, but on the inside, I've got the mind of a forty seven year old."
"Yeah, when you turn forty seven you'll be dying to be fourteen again."
"How would you know? You're not forty seven."
"Close enough."
"Sam, why are you acting this way? We were doing so good as a couple..."
"Danny, I don't want a baby..." Sam looked at him with desperate eyes.
"But, why...?"
"I just don't. I want to end it now, I don't want to go through with this. Whether the baby is yours or not, I don't want it."
"Sam, you're going to be a great mother someday, someday soon, and..."
"And what? I know I messed up my chances of having a normal kid life, but right now, that's all I want. Yesterday at school, I tried hanging with the guys, and they walked away from me. They didn't even wanna talk to me, nobody did. I don't want to be an outcast."
"Well, you can be homeschooled, we'll buy a house somewhere in the neighborhood, we'll get married, and we will raise this baby, together. You aren't alone on this, Sam..." Danny grabbed her by the shoulders gently, trying to be as persuasive as possible.
"Danny, you aren't getting it! I don't want a baby and I most certainly do not want to be a wife."
"So, you don't wanna marry me? You're just going to get pregnant and leave me?"
"You're sounding like you're the one that has to carry twenty five extra pounds in their womb for nine months straight! If I don't want a baby, then that is my choice, not yours!"
"If the baby is mine then I think I should have a say!"
"Well, I'm not giving you one, because the baby isn't yours!" Sam stormed off, leaving Danny behind again. This time, Danny didn't bother follow her, he just sat down and cried.
Courtney came in soon after the fight, and noticed not two teens, but only one very, very upset Danny.
"Where is she?" Courtney asked.
"How should I know? She stormed off into the front yard." Danny nodded his head in her direction and continued his sobbing. Courtney started off in the direction she was told her daughter had gone, and tried to stop her before...
'SCREEEECH, CRASH!'
...she ran into the road...
Four Hours Later...
Out of all the places to be right now, the hospital was one that nobody wanted to, especially at 11:30 at night.
Courtney, for one, had made it a plan that nobody in her family got hospitalized for at least the time period of Sam's pregnancy, and here, Sam is the one in emergency surgery right now. So, yeah, her day pretty much sucked.
Trent was tired and said he'd visit Sam in the morning, but Danny forced him to take him to see her now. At least Gwen would understand, if he remembers to call her and remind her he's going to be late coming home tonight, if he comes home tonight.
But that's not something important right now, what's important is Sam's condition. The main problem is that she ran into the road too fast and simply didn't watch where she was going. It was dark out, and she was upset, and simply wanted to see her dad, and if that meant walking home all alone, so be it.
Question is, did the baby survive? Now, what kind of cliffhanger would that be if I told you?
Four hours earlier...
Duncan sat all alone on the couch watching TV, shirtless, of course, like any relaxed man would. This was the first "Man Time" he's had to himself for fourteen years. Every time he tried to just sit and chill, Courtney would eventually start nagging him about something, or one of the kids would need homework help, and Court would still be at work. But this was bliss, everyone is out of the house, none of Court's bickering, none of Kyle's homework, and none of Sam's consistent mood swings.
Just as he was about to start fantasizing about what life would be like if the kids were in college already and Courtney wasn't a perfectionist, a knock came at the door.
Duncan growled to himself as he picked himself up to see who it was.
"What?" he answered angrily as he swung the door open and revealed Gwen, crossing her arms as she tugged her jacket closer to her body.
"Trent left for the thing at Harold's house and..."
"The Thing?" Duncan called her bluff before she even got to bluff it.
"The gathering." Gwen tried to point out it was cold outside and she didn't feel like explaining details right now, "Point is, I accidentally locked myself out of our house."
"So, Harold lives like a mile away, just call up Trent and have him come back to unlock it for you."
"I tried! He left his phone in the house, and I'm NOT walking all the way to Harold's for a stupid key."
"I think you just wanted to see me." Duncan teased her, giving her one of his irresistible smiles.
"Shut up, you're the only neighbor within a walking distance that isn't either homicidal or completely insane, so just let me in so I can wait for him to get home. Trust me, I have no interest in you anymore, Trent keeps me perfectly happy and satisfied on all levels." Gwen demanded, reminding Duncan a lot of Courtney.
"Why would you even bring that up? I don't want to know about your bedroom lifestyle." Duncan crossed his arms and got ready to simply slam the door in her face. Gwen had to act quickly on words, maybe begging would help.
"Please, Duncan, just let me in, it's cold out here and I seriously can't get into my house." Duncan felt some sort of pity deep down inside of him, and opened the door a little wider to let her in.
"Thank you." She said as she walked in, her boots wet from the cold.
"Just, don't interrupt me while I'm watching TV, alright? There's a good movie coming on soon and I don't want to miss it." Duncan said as he walked back over to the couch and plopped himself down yet again.
"Which movie?" She asked as she took her jacket off, revealing her tightened blouse.
"Gore Show 2." He responded, trying not to look at her too much. Maybe just a glance...
"That one sucked. The first one was way better." Gwen started coming over to him and sat down on the chair closest to the couch. She slouched just to the point wear he could see everything, and she had no idea.
"Whatever, I've gotta take whatever gore I can get anymore because Court won't let me watch anything that has the slightest drop of blood in it." Duncan quickly brushed off the thought of actually having something with Gwen when he brought Courtney into the picture, even if it was in a negative way.
"Sheesh, sounds like we know who wears the pants in this family." Gwen teased before taking a glance at Duncan's body. He was always so... fit. Something she wished Trent had. He worked out, it wasn't like he was out of shape, but he simply didn't have Duncan's body, those perfect abs, his toned arms...
"Please, don't tell me Trent actually puts his foot down around the house."
"That's because he respects me. We own and run our home together. You guys, on the other hand, are the exact opposite of husband and wife. More like, Dictator and Servant."
"I've been firm with Courtney before."
"Sure, I bet she even decides when its time to make love, isn't that right?"
"Whatever, Gwen. I don't need you telling me what's wrong with my marriage."
"I'm not trying to tell you what's wrong with your marriage, I'm saying Courtney should respect you more, not only as head, but as a person. She treats you like crap, and you take it like it's nothing."
"That's just the way she is. And cheating on her didn't help the situation, in fact, it made it worse."
"And in the process of trying to fix one situation, you broke a desperate heart." Gwen looked down at her palms, turning away from Duncan.
"I guess I never truly apologized to you for that." Duncan said as he lowered his voice to just above a whisper.
"You didn't, you just left me once Courtney said she'd take you back."
"We were never even officially dating."
"You kissed me. More than only once. I really thought we'd be something someday."
"A kiss means crap to me, alright? I never told you I loved you, and that's because I never meant it."
"Seriously? If a kiss means crap to you, why would you kiss Courtney then?"
"Because I actually love her."
"No, you don't." Gwen started slowly moving from the chair to the couch, making things evident that she still had some blocked up feelings that she wanted to get out, "You never loved her, you told me that you wanted nothing to do with her, that one night when we..."
"Almost, when we almost..."
"Yes. Was everything you told me a lie?" Gwen came so close to him she was almost breathing upon his face. She spoke as a whisper, yet anger raged from inside her.
"Almost..." Duncan answered as he turned from her.
"How much did you tell me that was true?" Gwen came even closer to his ear and spoke even more softly.
"I only told you one thing that was true."
"And what was that?"
"That your lips really do look like painted grass." Gwen became enraged by his stupid comment, and smacked him across the face.
"What was that for?"
"For being such a little a** all the freaking time!" Duncan grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her down on the floor. Gwen grabbed his legs and made him join her, tackling him and hitting him, wanting to get all her anger out at the same time. All her bottled up emotions came crashing out through punches and scratches, she even bit him.
Duncan refused to let a girl beat him in a fight, so he put in his all and forced all his weight upon her, holding her down and just looking at her as her precious chest raced up and down.
"If we only do it once, we'll get everything out and we'll never have to even speak to each other again." Duncan said as his blood raced through his body. Simply thinking of doing it right now with anyone made him excited.
"I can't put such a heavy weight on my conscious, Duncan. I really am in love with Trent."
"I know. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just horny right now." Duncan got up and sat back down on the couch.
"I am too, I can't wait for Trent to get home, actually. But he's going to freak soon as he finds out I was here with you alone, so I'm probably not going to get anything tonight anyway." Gwen picked herself up from the floor and sat back down in her chair.
"That's what daydreaming is for, right?"
"For men, maybe. Girls are more sophisticated when it comes to sensual fantasies."
"How different can a man's fantasy be from a woman's?"
"For one, a girl would imagine her man dressed finely, rose petals upon the bed, and soft music playing. I'm not that kind of girl, so I don't usually fantasize anyways."
"You've never had a fantasy?"
"Nope."
"You must have a boring life."
"I have a busy life, but also, there's never really the need to fantasize, if you know what I mean."
"Gosh, please stop hinting towards you guys getting busy! It honestly disgusts me to think about that little noodle boy naked."
"Noodle Boy?" Gwen yelled.
"Yes, Noodle boy. That guy is skinnier than Lindsay's brain."
"It's called being fit, not pigging out on junk food and then doing pushups for an hour. He's actually a healthy man who cares about himself!"
"Whatever. I can totally see why we never got past making out."
"And I can totally see why I went back to a man that actually loves me and cares about me. All you ever cared about was getting it on."
"Clearly I don't only care about "Getting it on" if I'm still with Courtney. As you said before, she calls the shots."
"Well, at least we're happy with how things ended up." Gwen looked over at him, and he looked back at her. She felt a rock grow in her stomach, was it possible to want two men for different reasons? Trent was calm, collected (At times) and fatherly, Duncan was wild, disorganized, and spunky. Granted, she loved being around both of them, but if life was so messed up as to allow a woman to have a man for every mood, she'd choose Trent for her more depressed times when she felt the need to be cared for, and Duncan for her more wild times when she felt the need to party.
"I... I have to go. I need... I need to take a walk and clear my head." Gwen got up and walked away. Duncan didn't stop her.
"If I died yesterday, would you miss me today?" – Sophie, Monster Academy
Probably the scariest part of a man's life is when his thirteen year old daughter walks in the house one day, holding the hand of a boy and smiling like a little gremlin. When this happened to Duncan, he would have preferred the boy's hand not being attached to an actual young man.
Yes, but he prepared himself for this day. He still had his chainsaw underneath his bed, so whatever was about to happen next would soon be discontinued, and his baby girl can continue leading a normal, no boyfriends lifestyle.
"Daddy..." She began, "This is my boyfriend!" She smiled even wider. Duncan recognized this boy from somewhere before. His features seemed awfully familiar, a long face, black hair with colored teal streaks, grass green eyes, and scrawny little legs and body.
"You can't keep him." Were the first words out of Duncan's mouth. Samantha's smile turned into a frown.
"But, Daddy... Don't you recognize him? This is Danny! Gwen's son!"
"Sure I recognize him. All the more reason for me to say no. Now go on, turn him lose in a forest somewhere."
"Dad..."
"No, Sam."
"If you just give him a chance I'm sure he can..."
"No."
"Please, just let him..."
"No."
"Daddy!"
"You know what? I've got a little idea." Duncan got up quickly, a wide grin on his face. He walked into the bedroom, slammed the door, and stayed in there for a few minutes.
"Relax, Danny. He'll warm up to you." Sam patted his hand.
"I hope so." Danny took her by the shoulders and planted a kiss on her lips that blossomed into a beautiful and intense tongue battle. No doubt, Duncan came out at the perfect time, holding his chainsaw and revving it up, walking slowly down the hall to let the sound give a warning.
"What's that?" Danny asked as he pulled away and peeked around. Duncan came screaming down the hall, waving the chainsaw around and aiming straight for Danny.
"AAAH!" Danny ran out the door screaming. Sam crossed her arms and pouted as Duncan slammed the door shut.
"If he's smart, he'll leave you be from now on. If he comes back, then he's going to be losing some pretty important manly parts."
"Dad, I hate you." Sam said before walking away to her room.
"Love you too, sweetie!"
"Flashlight on, flashlight off, flashlight on, flashlight off, flashlight on, flashlight off, flash..."
"IF YOU FLASH THAT THING IN MY FACE ONE MORE TIME, I'M GOING TO SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR FREAKIN FLASHY THROAT!"
"... Flashlight On..." – A Funny Tale
Hours passed until it had already been a day. Sam was alive and well, her baby was still alive and well, and the mystery of who exactly posted that video was now solved, at least halfway, thanks to Harold.
Apparently, some nerdy kid in Alabama posted the video. Question is, how did he get the video, and who took the video in the first place?
Things weren't getting clearer, in fact, they were getting a little darker. But anyways, we're going on yet another month, with special surprises in store for the last month ahead...
Month 6
The birth was coming closer and closer, and soon, Danny had begun suggesting names to the mother-to-be.
"What about Delia for a girl, or Fred for a boy?" Danny suggested as he held a pen and notepad before sitting down in the park grass next to her.
"Fred? Please tell me why I'd name my kid after a screeching psychotic mental teenager?"
"Just a suggestion."
"Listen, I don't even know if I'm having your baby. We don't know if we're even going to be keeping it. So don't make things more depressing by choosing names, because if things don't go the way you're planning for them to go, it's going to crush you."
"I know. But can I truly help it? I want to be a dad."
"I know you do, but I'm only fourteen, I'm not ready to become a mother. I'm still a baby myself."
"Well, when you have the baby, and if the baby is mine, can I at least have custody?"
"Please, do. Not that I don't want anything to do with it, but I just can't take care of one right now."
"Thank you, Sam. And maybe someday, we can..."
"Get married?"
"Yes... Will you?"
Sam thought about it for a moment...
"You know I will." She kissed him on the lips and closed her eyes, picturing what life will be like, years from now.
(Yeah, I know that was a really short month, I just don't think I can do much more with the remaining few, so we're skipping a bit until the final nail biting end, and these little month previews are thrown in just to keep you scrolling! Enjoy...)
Month 7
The days approached like lightning, and now, with only two months remaining, it hasn't been exactly clear whether or not to prepare for the a new baby. Either way, Danny has been buying everything a baby would need, from bottles to blankets, and even a crib. He's also been painting his room to match nursery colors.
Sam hasn't been planning anything since the baby won't be staying with her no matter what happens. If it's Danny's, Danny keeps it. If its Elliot's, somebody will get it. Things aren't changing, no matter what happens, or so Sam says...
Month 8
… I'm blank... Things are pretty much the same as month 7. Lets move on, ladies and gentlemens... Lol I said gentlemens... Nevermind me.
Month 9
I'm sure you're either tired of reading or you're on the edge of your seat gnawing on everything to calm your nerves, and I'm pretty sure 99.9% of you guys are on the first. I think so far, I suck, but don't forget I'm writing like, eighteen books right now. No sleeping, no eating, (I'm totally kidding, I'm ALWAYS eating) until I finish at least one, so forgive me if it seems like I'm desperate to end this but I'm currently dedicated to my beloved Joey right now (You'll know what I mean later) and nothing comes before him when it comes to books (That will gave you a hint of who this "Joey" is... unless I've mentioned him before... have I?) and right now his life sucks, so he's making me change some things (I'm so tired I just forgot what I was doing. Yummy, cologne... smells like men. Now if only there was a hot guy to put it on?)
Dudes, I'm sorry, but my mind is boggling out of control right now. Please just keep in mind that I'm in a basement right now going insane over a double rainbow across the sky. I took a video and the freakin sky looks like doomsday right now, it's also flooded here, and I keep cutting my leg (Stupid nails! GnawGnawGnaw). I randomly start crying for no reason at all and I'm freaking out over random things. I also find myself talking to my computer.
Oh yah, story. Sorry, guys, I just wanted ya'll to know what was going on before you read the finale! Lets get to it, shall we?
Month 9
Didn't I put that already?
Sam sat back in the couch, trying to see the TV over her enormous stomach while eating pretzels and flipping the channels. It was a Saturday night, and Duncan and Courtney were out on a date, leaving the twins at home.
"Kyle! Come here a second!" She yelled.
"What do you want now?"
"Just get your freakin rear end over here before I shove it down your throat!"
"Calm down, I'm coming!" Kyle said as he walked into the room wearing a purple tank top and pink boxers. Sam couldn't help but laugh so hard that she started choking.
"What are you wearing, you idiot?"
"SOMEBODY PUT DIFFERENT COLORED DYE IN ALL OF MY CLOTHES WHEN I WENT TO WASH THEM!" Kyle yelled, his fists clenching up and his blood boiling.
"Chill out, dude, I'm with child!"
"I don't particularly CARE!"
Sam felt her baby kick in her stomach.
"Junior does."
"Junior who? You don't even know the father."
"It could be a girl."
"Doesn't mean you care about her, or him."
"What do you mean? I'm his or her mother! I've been carrying it for nine freakin months, if I didn't care, I wouldn't still be carrying it!" Sam screamed. She suddenly felt something burst below her...
"Oh my gosh..."
"What is it, what happened? Don't tell me you're..."
"GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!" Sam screamed as the labor pains started coming in. Kyle rushed out the door and across the street over to Danny's house and started banging on the door.
"DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!" He repeated over and over between every bang. Finally, Trent answered the door in a night robe.
"What are you doing? It's nine at night!" He said lazily, as if he had just been awoken from a nice nap.
"It's time, Sam is... and the... the...the, baby is... coming!" Kyle said as quickly as he could, taking a gasp between each word.
"What? Danny!" Trent turned around and yelled for his son.
"What!" His son responded just as lazily as he had.
"You're too-be wife is about to give birth!" Danny flashed out of the room and was out the door in a second. He took the keys and jumped in the car, ignoring Kyle and driving to Sam. He then hopped out, picked her up bridal style, walked her out of the house, into the car, and off to the hospital. He's practiced this many times...
Tokey:"BUTTONS! I LOVE BUTTONS!"
Joey: "I don't care how much you love buttons, leave these alone!"
Tokey: 'Click Clack Clack Click Clack'
Joey: "WHAT DID I SAY?"
Tokey: "Something about buttons." -The Moon Girls
Little four year old Sam came running down the hallway screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Daddy! I need your help!" She yelled as she pulled on the rim of his shirt and forced him to get off the couch.
"What's the problem, soldier?" He responded with a smirk.
"There's a spider in my room."
"Annnd..."
"And I can't reach it, it's way up high and I can't get it in this jar." Sam held out a cleaned out jam jar to him. Now, most little girls, and most boys, would be screaming to their daddy or mommy to kill it. Not Duncan's little girl. Everything that came into her room was officially her "Pet".
"Sam, kill the spider. Your mom will have a heart attack if she finds out you even kept it alive in the house this long."
"But its a green spider, dad!"
"Green? What kind of green?"
"Like a neon."
"And how big is it?"
"Like the size of my hand, and it's really fluffy."
"Lets go catch your new pet, Sam."
"I'm cold."
"So, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Put your arm around me, you stupid lug!" – Love, In Full Picture
She had been in labor for three hours already. She knew that some women could be in labor for several more hours to days into weeks. Well, maybe not "Weeks", but it felt like a few weeks had gone by already.
Her dad was by her side the entire time, holding her hand and keeping Danny away. But nothing could stop Danny from looking, and look he did, with grief that he couldn't be the one to cut the umbilical cord or to even cheer her on.
Her mother had the video camera set up, but Sam swore she'd destroy any video or dvd that had any footage of her in such a horrible state, and pushing a bloody naked human out of her "Body". So, knowing Sam, Courtney didn't bother.
And then the time came, and Sam was asked to begin pushing. Her heartbeat was faster than the speed of light, as now the moment of truth came as to whether or not the baby belonged to Danny, and his heart was racing too, for the same reason.
Finally, on the final push, a beautiful baby boy came out, with jet black hair, and then he was taken to be cleaned off, until one doctor said...
"Uh oh..."
"What? What 'Uh Oh', there can't be an 'Uh Oh', you're a doctor!" Courtney scolded her.
"It seems we've got another baby on the way!" When Sam heard the news, she couldn't believe it. Twins. She was going to have twins. Forget that, she was "Having" twins, never mind "Going To".
Sam gave a few more pushes before the she heard the sound of yet another baby crying and the doctor exclaiming "It's a girl!" Then she collapsed backwards, giving out everything she had, and simply taking a huge breath, and then having a much needed rest. Her babies were placed in cribs next to her, and finally the father was let in to see them.
Danny picked them both up one by one. He kept on switching between them until one opened their eyes so he could see exactly who they looked like, then again, he's never met Elliot to know what his eyes looked like.
And then the little boy opened his, and they were...
"Dark blue? Who has dark blue eyes?" He said to himself for a moment before sitting down and enjoying the little ones company as their mother slept. He noticed that there was a knocking at the door, Duncan was there.
"Is she up yet?" He asked as he walked into the room.
"I don't think so... Do you want me to leave anyway?"
"No, I wanted to talk to you actually." Duncan walked over to a chair that was on his daughters side and sat down.
Danny placed the baby back in his crib and walked over to the chair next to him.
"I wanted to ask you what your plans are, if these kids are yours."
"Then, I would like to ask for your daughters hand in marriage."
"She's fourteen, let's get that straight, alright?"
"She's fourteen and a mother to twins, I think marriage is appropriate given the situation."
"Fine, but what are your plans if they turn out to be Elliot's?"
"I'd like to marry her anyway, kids or no kids, and if you make me wait a hundred years, I will."
"I'm pretty sure I won't be here in a hundred years to keep you from her any longer, but will five years suit your taste?"
"I'll wait as long as I have to."
"Fine, if my daughter loves you enough to wait for you as well, and if you still feel the same way about her five years from now, you can have permission to marry her. If not, however, I won't keep you in a headlock."
"Thank you... I won't disappoint you, I swear, I'll treat her with the utmost respect, she will be my precious flower!"
"That's nice, now go away."
Danny got up and left, obeying his "Father-in-Law's" orders. Duncan looked over at his now awakening daughter with confidence. Confidence that she'd be a good mother. Confidence that she's going to keep those kids, no matter who the father is. And confidence that she's going to regret every mistake she ever made.
"Did the DNA results come back yet?" Were the first words out of Sam's mouth.
"Sam, we told you what the process would be."
"I know, but I just really wanna know right now."
"Are you going to keep them even if they aren't Danny's?"
"After seeing their innocent little faces, I couldn't imagine giving them up, but two? I'm only a kid, and that's a lot of pressure on me. But if me and Danny work together on being good parents, we can do it, if you allow me to marry him..."
"In five years you can, how about that?"
"Five years? I can't wait that long."
"You'll find that true love will make the time fly by. It's a test to see if you both are truly in love."
"You're making a good choice, Dad. But there's other ways to tell, and..."
"And sometimes those other ways are wrong. Wait the five years, Sam. If you two still feel the same way, you'll know it..."
"Dad, why do you continue to put up with me, even though I went behind your back and did all these things I never should have?"
"Because, Sam," He said before reaching out and holding her hand, "No matter what you do, you'll always be my baby."
"And you'll always be my daddy."
"And nothing can ever change that." He said before giving his daughter a kiss on her forehead.
"I'll be waiting for you... no matter how long it takes... I know we will make... it... last..."
The reading of the results was here. Elliot, along with his lawyer, Heather, have already established that if the babies are his, he will receive full custody. If they are Danny's, the custody will be split.
"And so, under the case of Sam Conway and Elliot McLean now resolved, with the results being..."
"WAIT!" The courtroom turned around to see non other then Chris McLean, covered in leaves and sticks and twigs and dirt, and walking in with his suit totally ripped up.
"My son is a lying, cheating, dirty little..." His next words were to graphic to even mention, but they were bad... trust me... I wrote this... "...And he is not the father, because he's afraid of doing it!"
"Dad!" Elliot shot up in his chair
"I caught him on the beach recording those two lovebirds right there, with my very expensive HD video camera, in an attempt to blackmail Sam into spreading the word that he actually did do something with her and that he wasn't a virgin anymore. The dirty little crapper had me shot and pronounced dead, then had me sedated and thrown out the window of the hospital! The rat took all my money, sold my show, and stole my life!"
The families gasped, and Sam blushed brightly.
"He really did abuse me, that much is true. But sometimes, I'd be so drunk from everything he'd give me, I had no idea whether we were doing anything or not, it was so blurry..."
"And that's when I come in." Cj said as he peeked out from behind Chris, "Elliot paid me to make you believe you were doing it with him when really, it was me behind the wheel..." He pointed to himself in glory.
"It's true, it's all true!" Elliot held his head and slammed it down on the table in front of him, "I didn't want to be in the shadows anymore. I craved money, I wanted to feel in control of something. With Cj's help, I tricked a lot of girls into thinking I was an excellent lover, when really, they were so drugged they couldn't tell the difference. Is it so wrong to want to finally bask in the glory that your father had for years?"
"No, but it is wrong to do everything else that you did. Take him away, boys." The judge said as two cops came in and arrested the boy.
"Anyways, the babies belong to Danny. Case closed. Go home now."
The family rejoiced, and Danny and Sam shared a kiss in front of everyone. Things were finally coming together, maybe now, things will be normal.
"What's it like to kiss someone for the first time ever?"
"It's like gunshots in your mouth, and little snakes seeping into your veins, and then your head starts beating and you feel like you're gonna fall over. And then your heart gets stuck in your throat and you start choking, but..."
"Can you men describe anything romantic without making it sound like a zombie apocalypse?"
"Simple and short, no." – If Joey was Sophie
Several years later...
Kyle walked down the concrete pathway to his first job interview. He had everything he needed to serve a good presentation, and his mind was filled with thoughts of success.
Suddenly, without looking, he bumps into a girl, a little shorter than him, but pretty tall for a young woman.
"Excuse me..." He said as he took a step back to let her pass. The two stole a quick glance, and continued on their way. Kyle thought about the girls face for a moment, studied her features in her head.
"Those eyes, I've seen them before..." He thought to himself. The two stopped dead in their tracks, and looked back at each other, smiles arising on their faces...
"Kyle?" The woman squeaked out.
"Ari?" Kyle shot back. The staring continued, until they both began walking towards each other, realizing that suddenly, their lives are finally falling into place...
The wondrous works of Destiny herself has the power to bring anything into effect. Everything happens for a reason.
The End...?
So yes, through the ending of chapters I began to lose confidence whenever Monster Academy came into my life, but I didn't want to simply end YABMD without a conclusion. Now that I have ended it, I can begin to focus on bringing Monster Academy into the homes of all the little boys and girls, hehehe...
Yah. I honestly really enjoyed the ending when Kyle got his happy ending. He deserved it, I felt I didn't give him a good enough part. And Sam having twins? And the incident with Cj? Lol, I was thinking about making him the father for a second, but I wanted a happy ending, so Danny got his wish as well. BTW, I have no idea how the entire DNA baby court thing goes, so I just made it up as I went along. If anyone knows how the process really goes, please tell me!
So, I ask you please, make your reviews filled with stuff you loved, and if you have any negative thoughts, please make them short, I worked really hard on this, so a negative review could tear me down right now. But either way, I ask of you, please visit the website. If you do, I swear I will start up another TDI fanfic and make it the best you've ever seen!
Also, if you didn't like the part about the "Video" of Danny and Sam, neither did I, so please, bash on that if you must. I don't feel it was extremely relevent to the story at all, but it did get me into a bit of a mystrey, only reason why I kept it.
So, Leave a Review, I beg of you, or else I'll ... Poo! LOL all that ryhmes!
Oh, and please PM me for the link to the website! I really need readers for Monster Academy!
Signing out for the last time in YABMD,
*~*MysticalChick*~*