Consequential Actions

By Miss Willow

A/N: Yes, everyone, your eyes are not deceiving you. I, Fluff, am actually updating one of my stories. Collective gasps I know! I usually take ages! But you see, my cousin (XxGryffindor-GirlxX) and I made a pact to both update our Kress fics tonight, so… I'm doing so now.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, by the way! I really appreciate it.

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Zac

People were acting weird today… really weird. It was like everyone knew something I didn't. Like this morning; I was sitting, minding my own business, watching the Man U match and eating some KFC chicken (those mega buckets, you know? They are so cool!), when suddenly Kris stomps in and throws himself onto the sofa.

Well, I kept my eyes glued on the television; I've learned from past experience to just keep my mouth shut and my head down whenever there is some sort-of argument in the flat, so I continued watching my football. So I was eating my chicken again when Kris started muttering to himself… now usually I don't mind people talking to themselves and I've grown used to 'mental moments' from my flatmates but when Rooney is about to take a win all or lose all penalty… let's just say I wasn't very happy.

However, I didn't say anything and pulled my chair closer to the screen, straining my ears for any sound other than Kris' muttering, which was now being accompanied by frequent tutting. I was getting seriously pissed by this time so when Kris moved in front of the TV set, I lost all control,

"KRIS! STOP PISSING ABOUT!" I yelled, spilling coke all down myself in my desperate attempts to see the TV. I craned my neck and found that I could just see Rooney getting ready to take aim if I lay sideways across the arms of the armchairs.

"Zac, you're the most insensitive arse, I've ever had the misfortune of meeting!" Kris stated, looking annoyed. I grunted in agreement and felt around for my KFC bucket. "I'm asking for your help and you-"

"Yeah, that's great," I said, tearing chicken from one of the chicken bites.

"-won't listen to what I'm-"

"Totally agree with you, mate," I said again, raising my half full glass of coke in the air in a sort-of salute. I couldn't seem to do this while watching the football at the same time and ended up sloshing the remainder of the coke down my new shirt.

"That's it!" Kris exclaimed.

"You're telling me," I muttered angrily, staring down at my sticky shirt in disgust.

Suddenly the TV screen went blank. "What- the- you- KRIS!" I managed to splutter, lunging for the remote. Kris held it out of my grasp and glared at me.

"You weren't listening to me, Zac!"

"Yeah, I was," I argued, my arms flailing at the remote, "Now gimme the remote…"

"No."

"Kris, give it to me!"

"Erm… NO."

"NOW!"

"Sorry, Zac, but you need to learn to be more considerate," Kris smirked at me and pocketed the remote. Hmm, he seemed to be recovering from whatever was wrong from before… I watched, open-mouthed, as he grabbed his coat, waved sarcastically at me and walked out of the front door.

I was still staring, unblinkingly, at the door when Zoe came into the room ten minutes later. "Zac?"

"What?" I croaked, my voice starting to return. Then I noticed her expression. "Zoe, what's wrong?"

She didn't reply but instead walked briskly over to the kitchen table and sat down. She was holding something in her hands. I couldn't see what it was but I could see the shock in her face. "Zoe?"

I got to my feet and walked over, putting a hand on her shoulder. I recognised what the object was. "Oh my god, Zo, you're pregnant?!"

"No…" Zoe gulped, shaking her head, her blonde pig tails swaying.

"But- Aren't the blue lines for positive?" Zoe nodded. "Then if you're not- then who…"

No. There was no way that… "I KNEW Kris was actually a woman! And now he's gone and got himself pregnant! Honestly! The stupidity of some people!"

"Not Kris, you idiot!" Zoe snapped. I stopped my rambling; Zoe never snapped at anyone. "Jess!"

"No. Way."

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