The Rest Of Our Lives

by NCMSBear

Clare and Eli have made it through high school, with their daughter Julia. Now, they face the challenges of adulthood, love and growing up. Follow Julia, Zac and Ethan's life as they grow up with their family. Sequel to/from New Year, New Chapter

31. If It Feels Good

Hi guys! Just got back from writer's block! I'm sitting in science, and all of these ideas burst in my head! I didn't write all of them though! Thanks to My world of Eli, JJ288, and luveli11 for reviewing! Spring break for me next week! YAY! Cant wait for Degrassi on Friday! I've been watching them, and go to /shows/degrassi to watch the full length episodes! Ok, here's Chapter 31 of The Rest Of Our Lives!

Ethan's POV

I woke up with a bang, and a headache. I look around, and find Alex drinking a glass of water and aspirin. "Hey, here's some." She whisper, and handed me a glass. "My god…" I mutter, and take out my phone. 20 missed calls from Dad, 36 calls from Mom and a couple each from Julia, Zac, Hunter and Stephanie. "My head hurts…" I complain. "Going through your first hangover." Alex answers. "Is this your first?" I ask, and Alex shakes her head no.

"Truth?" She asks. "Of course." I reply. "I'm an alcoholic. I drink, smoke, do drugs, and I know it's bad. It's just…" Alex starts to cry. "It feels so good." I finish for her. "Ever since my Dad died, I lost it." Alex cries in my shoulder. "I l-love you." Alex whispers. "I love you too." I reply back. "Ethan…can you do me a favor?" Alex cries. "Sure." I reply. "P-please…n-never leave m-me. I l-love you and I'm s-scared t-that I'm going to l-lose you to K-Katelyn." Alex explains, crying.

"I don't like Kate. We're best friends. I promise, I will NEVER leave you." I promise. "Cross your heart? I don't trust promises." Alex asks. "Why not?"

"My Dad, he promised he'll always be by my said, my ass." Alex explains. "He didn't have power in that." I reply. My phone rings, and I answer it. "Hello?" I ask. "ETHAN JACOB GOLDSWORTHY! WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU LEFT? I CALLED A MILLION TIMES! SO DID YOUR FATHER! I SWEAR YOU-" Mom screams, and I hear Dad's voice calm her down.

"Mom! I'm so sorry!" I exclaim. Alex snatches the phone. "Hello? Mrs. Goldsworthy? Yes I was at the party, PH DR. Lucy Branch, and I observed the sick shakiness of your son. I observed he's bipolar." Alex fakes on the phone. I punch her, and she whispers that it's true. "Really?" I ask. She nods. My watch started beeping, and I sighed. "I gotta go…love ya." I mumbled, and went home.

Monday, Isabella's POV

I walked down the hall, and I looked over at the girls. You can't trust anyone here. You tell them one thing, and they can make your life hell. I learned to not befriend anyone. "It's a shame. Such a waste of time in a sexy body." Jonathan Vallejo whispers to his friend, Jonathan Ramirez. To the right of Jonathan R, is their little side kick Jonathan Demello. Triple threat. Not compared to the endless supply of Nicholas and their nicknames Nick. I hate that name. It's not original.

Nicholas Abernathy. Nicholas Palazuelos. Nicholas Sowder. Nicholas Rosario. Nicholas Ruiz. Nicholas Baxter. Nicholas Johnson. Nicholas Ramirez (Jonathan Ramirez's twin brother) Nicholas Rudon. Nicholas Lowell. Nicholas Torres (Not related to my grandfather's best friend's grandkids) and so much more freaking Nicholas. And every freaking one of them go by 'Nick'. Simple? Yes. Short? Yes. Original? Used to many freaking times!

I feel strange, starting a rant in my mind about names. My old friends Emma and Melinda used to claim it's because I'm the product of teenage pregnancy. I'm only 14 years younger than my Dad, and 13 than my dead Mom. If I were never born, would my Mom still be alive? Then again, I can consider Madison Burdette and Stephanie Goldsworthy my Moms too, but it's not the same.

I never got to meet her. Well, I did, but actually talk. I don't remember a thing about my Mom if my life depended on it, but I can memorize my Dad attempting suicide?

About 13 years ago, Isabella's POV

I watched Dad, in the dark, making noises, trying to get him to pay attention to me. I can tell he's sad. He stared at a picture that was on his desk Dad started crying again, and had another meltdown. For the past month, he's been having crying meltdowns, threw things, and had tantrums. He let Julia, Allison and Mom take care of Isabella.

The door knocked, and Dad threw a pillow at the door. Grandpa walked in. "Zac…I'm so sorry." He started. "I love her Dad." Dad cries. What happened? Where's mommy? "I know. I can tell by looking at Isabella." Grandpa answers. What do I have to do with it? "Why Jordan?" Dad asks, a pillow drowning out the sound of depression coming out of his voice. "Every time I see something that reminds me of Jordan, I burst." Dad explains. Why can't he simply just look at her when she comes home? "I don't know why I cry when I look at Isabella though." Dad adds. "Zac, Jordan's always going to be with you. You'll see." Grandpa whispers, and leaves.

Dad looked around at stared at the door for a while, observing it. He suddenly stands on his bed, and throw pillows all over the place. Then, he looks over at me. "Your mommy's gone. She's never coming back. She's dead…I want to be dead." Dad whispers, and grabs a pocket knife Grandpa gave him. "I want to be dead! You hear that Isabella? So you'll be an orphan!" He yells, and cuts his hand. On his hand, with the knife, there was J.O.+Z.G Dad fell to the ground, blood pouring around him.

I couldn't bare it, seeing it. I cried, and screamed freaked out at the sight. No matter how hard I closed my eyes, I couldn't erase the image. I open them, praying to be in Mom's arms, but I had to face the truth. I'm only a baby! But, mommy's gone. Dad said so. He wouldn't lie to me…right? The thought slapped me in the face, and I cried harder. It took a while until Ethan came running into the room, and panicked. He called 911, and they saved Daddy.

Isabella's POV

It hit me. I'm doing the right thing, not trusting anyone. I'm worthless. Why weren't the Burdette's sad when I wanted to leave? Why? I kick a locker, receiving a few stares from others, and I just roll my eyes. Throughout the day, I couldn't leave the question unanswered. Why didn't the Burdette's care? They said they loved me as much as their own. I was adopted and I was the youngest. With triplets born a few weeks ahead of me, they took me in, but never like their own kids. I was the blonde one, while the rest where brunettes. I had bright blue eyes, and fair skin. They had brown eyes, with pale skin. I looked like an orphan. I'm not, though.

I screamed, and Ms. DeAngelis stopped the class and stared at me. "Ms. Goldsworthy, is there a problem?" She asks. "Your ass." Pops out of my mouth, and I'm covering it as Ms. DeAngelis gasped and stared at me in awe. "Excuse me?" She asked. "Your fucking ass! Bitch!" I scream loud, regretting the words. "Ms. Goldsworthy, go to Ms. Nelson's office, NOW!" Ms. DeAngelis screamed. I stomp out the door, and slammed it behind me. "Fuck you bitches!" I yell, as I'm already in trouble.

Ethan's POV

I ran up to Katelyn at lunch. "Are you going to Lucia's party?" I ask. Katelyn scoffs. "No." She whispers. "How come?" I ask. "I don't like her parties." Katelyn answers. "How can you say that? They're the best parties in the whole school!" I exclaim. "Well they're too…illegal." Katelyn mumbles. "That's what makes it exciting!" I yell, and Katelyn punches me. "I don't need that kind of excitement in my life." Katelyn replies. "That kind of excitement…what's that supposed to mean?" I say. "Come off it Ethan. Lucia and those girls are bad news. You know perfectly well that she keeps her stash of drugs, cigarettes, and alcohol! I don't want to be in that scene!" Katelyn yells at me.

"Fine then don't! Just because you're scared doesn't mean the rest of us can't have a good time!" I scream, furious. "And what am I scared off, Ethan?" Katelyn replies. "DRUGS! You act as if one time will kill you!" I answer. "No, I don't! I act as if drugs are as dangerous as fire! I don't want to get burned once! Fact is, you're just another little sophomore boy who's getting fun for free, when he's going to have to pay for when you're older!" Katelyn snaps. "Oh get a life, Katelyn!" I mutter.

"I have a life! And I'm not screwing up it, you can screw yours up, I don't care!" Katelyn screams, and I never has seen her so mad. "I'm not screwing up my life for crying out loud! I'm just trying to have some fun!" I reply. "Why don't you have fun with people you know, and are friends with?" Katelyn asks.

"They may not know me now, but they will. And I know all of them, which helps!" I reply. "Yes, all of the 'heads'! The head cheerleader, head jock, head clown. Well you know what? High school's small, any jerk can be big here!" Katelyn replies. "Leave me alone, Katelyn!" I scream, sighing. "No problem! And have a nice time at the party!" Katelyn cheers. I walk away, and look back to a crying Katelyn. Sometimes, with so much people out there, you're more alone than you think.

Eli's POV

"Did you get Ethan's text?" I ask, walking into the kitchen. "No…what happened?" Clare asks, curious. She walks up to me, and looks at my phone.

Ethan G: Hey, not a good day 2day

Me: Y?

Ethan G: Girls r complicated. Some r great, but it comes with trouble

Me: I know, ur Mom and I went through A LOT of trouble, but we made it through, in love

Ethan G: Im trying 2 get help, instead u brag about ur awesome love life? Nice Dad.

Me: I have good tips, u know

Ethan G: Sure u do

Me: I do!

Ethan G: gtg, guys r calling me a pussy 4 texting my Dad

"Pussy?" Clare laughs. "It's not cool to text your parents, apparently." I reply. "Who do you think he's talking about?" Clare questions, and I giggle. "Well this is the time when we give the "talk". Who's going to give that talk?" I ask, and Clare giggles furiously. "You'll do it, Julia when I first did it, didn't understand." Clare replies. "And I was such a success when I did it, Zac got his girlfriend pregnant." I joke. "So who gets to try Ethan?" I reply. "Together." Clare answers. "Ok." I shrug.

"You know what? Ethan's 15. I think we can give him a weekend to himself. Anywho, I got tickets and reservations to Vegas!" I cheer. "Vegas? Really!" Clare cheers. "I love you, Mr. Goldsworthy." Clare whispers, as we hug amorously. "I love you too, Edwards." I reply. "Actually, it's Goldsworthy, you sexy dumbass." Clare corrects, as we kiss again.

"Damn I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world." I whisper, as we walk to our room. "And I'm the luckiest girl." Clare adds. Her hands go to my belt, and she unbuckles it. My hands go to her bra, and I take it off. I'm on the bed, with Clare on top of me, kissing me. "We're going to give Ethan the sex talk, and we're having sex?" Clare asks. "Hey, I'm 46, he's 15, there's an age difference. Yes, 31 years is so big." Clare teases. "It is!" I cheer. As Clare is only in her jeans, and I'm too, we finish the deed, and the door opens.

"Oh my god!" Ethan screams, running out of the door. Clare's laughing, as I put my clothes back on, and run up to him. "Ethan!" I yell. "What the hell did I just walk into?" Ethan asks, laughing. "Ok, now that you have witnessed it, it's time." I start. "NO! Not the sex talk!" Ethan complains. "Yes, now, you're almost 16, and that's when people usually lose their virginity card. Talk to me when you're ready." I continue. "Well Dad, I'm not a virgin." Ethan blushes.

Isabella's POV

I run to Dad, holding out a stack of papers. "Dad! I want to go meet the Burdette's one last time!" I yell, and Dad stares at me.

Um...I'm starting to wind up some personal issues about Isabella. She's a wallflower, outsider. Like Imogen, but she doesnt stalk! Ethan and Katelyn's fight, was it a fail? I dont know if you guys would consider that Katelyn dissing Ethan, because that's what I'm going for. Ok, special request ***If you're reviewing, PLEASE tell me your favorite part of this chapter, Thanks*** Enjoy and review!