Sometimes I feel like I should go Fifty Shades of Gray on this story and publish it. Just, you know, change the characters. Then I remember that that's the easy way. If anything's worth doing, do it the hard way, or something like that.

I've been into CreepyPasta lately. Have anyone ever heard of it? It's good for a scare, especially at night. There's even one for Recess called "The Playground." That one's not as scary but it's good. Check it out, if you dare. :)

I had the weirdest dream. It was like I was watching Recess, but instead of the normal theme song, it had the Doctor Who music and when the episode started it was like Codename: Kid's Next Door. -_- Strange.

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"Okay, so run this by me again…"

The rest of the week crawled by at a snails pace, and the added stress from having a girlfriend that might be pregnant did not help at all. Friday had finally arrived, meaning TJ had one more day to find out if she was or not. His thoughts were only of all the possible outcomes of the situation. Having to drop out of school and get a job. Going to college was out of the question, unless her parents (his parents already have a little child of their own to take care of and supporting another would be out of the question) help them out A LOT. He had never met Ashley A.'s parents, and all he knew about them was what she told him. According to her, they were strict, and didn't have a clue to what she was up while they were away. It doesn't look like they would be leaving their home anytime soon.

He was waiting for the phone call from Ashley that would tell him it was safe to come over. He wasn't at school, because it was closed for some reason he didn't care to find out (a day off is a day off). He managed to convince his parents to let Zack stay home with him. It could be the one of the last times he could spend with his brother before a baby could arrive. He was currently upstairs, taking a nap in his bed. Meanwhile, TJ was downstairs, standing at the front door trying to understand what Spinelli was trying to ask him.

"For that contest I'm in, I have to draw one more picture. The judges decided that the subject for everyone's drawing should be nature, innocence, or happiness. I'm not too thrilled about the last two options so I picked nature. And you have a rabbit that had babies," Spinelli said.

"And you want me to let you draw them?" He asked her. She nodded. He looked at the large sketchbook she held under one arm, and the small bag she had in her other hand. "They're up and moving. Might be hard to keep them still."

"That's fine. As long as I know what they look like. So can I?" He stepped out of the doorway, letting her come inside.

"You came at a good time. I was about to let them out of their cage for exercise," He said, as he followed her upstairs and into his room. "You'll have to be quiet. Loud noises scare them, and they're just little babies. You don't want to scare little baby bunnies do you?"

"When did you become such a softie?" Spinelli asked, sitting on his bed.

"I'm not a softie," He said. He took a blanket out of his closet and laid it on the floor. He kneeled next to the cage and opened the door, letting Duracell hop out on her own. She made herself comfortable, plopping herself on Spinelli's converse shoes. One by one, he took the squirming baby rabbits out of their nest and sat them down on the soft blanket. Once they were all out, he bunched up the edges so they couldn't get far. "I just care about the welfare of my baby bunnies. Is that a problem?"

"No, but strange," Spinelli said. "Can you get Duracell off my shoes?"

"Yeah." He picked Duracell up and held her, and he and Spinelli switched places. He sat Duracell down on his bed, letting her hop over to where Zack was sleeping and lay down next to him. He did a head count of all the babies to make sure that he didn't miss any. They were all there, doing their best to take 'baby hops'. All of their ears stood up, except of Norman who had no ears, and weren't going to lop like their mother's ears for another week or two.

"You might want to keep an eye out for Speedy. He moves fast."

"Speedy? Oh, I get it. You named him after our old class hamster," She said, searching through her sketchbook for a blank sheet.

"Nope. I named him after Speedy Gonzales. You know, the Warner Brothers character? The little Mexican mouse. I named him that because he's the fastest out of the bunch."

"Ah. I see." He reached down and put Speedy back with his brothers and sisters. The room was silent except for the sounds of pencils rubbing against the paper as Spinelli drew and Zack's soft snores. He counted; one bunny for Bandit, one for Specs, JoJo wanted two, Zack was most likely going to have two of his own, TJ wanted to keep two as well, and he promised Mikey one. That left one without a home.

"You want one of them?" He asked her. "One of the rabbits. Want one?"

"No thanks. I have a pitbull and I don't think they'll get along," She said, not taking her eyes off her sketches. "I'd feel bad if it got hurt in my care."

"Right…..right…hey, what can you tell me about Ralphie? He's really persistent about us being friends and I don't want to be friends with him. He won't get the message."

"Ralphie gets along with everyone. He wants to get along with you too. That's all. He told us that you were being an asshole about it, but didn't want us to get involved."

"I wasn't being an asshole. He doesn't get that I do not want to be friends with him."

"Why? He's a nice guy."

"Because I don't want to. Do I need a reason? His smile is disturbing, him not smiling is more disturbing. If you guys are friends with him, fine, but I don't want to be. Tell him that. He'll listen to you more than me." He felt a light tug at his sleeve and saw that Zack was awake from his nap.

"I'm hungry," Zack said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "TJ can you make me a sandwich?"

"Sure. Stay here, I'll be right back." He went downstairs, leaving Spinelli, Zack, and the family of rabbits in his room. He made a peanut butter, jelly, and pickle sandwich, grabbed a juice box and headed back upstairs where Zack was watching the growing picture over Spinelli's shoulder. She didn't seem to mind. "I made your favorite sandwich, Zack."

"You got the pickles, too?"

"Of course. How could I forget?" He lifted Zack onto his bed and put Duracell on the floor. "How's the picture coming along?"

"Great," She said, showing him the picture. "What do you think?"

"That's amazing…."

"It's a piece of shit," Alex hissed. "Burn it."

"I think it's pretty!" Said Zack.

"Snap his neck. SNAP HIS NECK."

"Thanks. I'm going to end up doing it over again. I don't like how I did the shading."

"It looks good to me. Then again, I'm not an artist, so I wouldn't know," TJ said, ignoring Alex's comments.

"I don't give a fuck about that picture. I'm too concerned about those poor tits trapped in that bra," Alex teased. "Send the brat into his room and let the twins out. Have sex with her while you're at it. You missed your chance in Duval, here it is."

'I didn't miss my chance. There was never a chance with me and her.' He thought.

"According to your memory banks, which I have full access to, you had a crush on her."

'Had. Had. Pass tense. I haven't had feeling for her since I was eleven years old. She's dating Hustler Kid now."

"What does that have to do with anything? You don't need to date her to fuck her."

'Stop being rude.'

"That's like asking me not to exist."

'I know. Get started.'

"I'm trying to help you to get what you missed out on and I get treated like this? Did you forget what I am capable of?" Ignoring Alex's newer comments, TJ thought about what he said before. Was he missing out on anything by not dating his friend?

'Possibly,' He thought. 'Look at her; she's gorgeous. I did like her, when I was younger. I stopped liking her right before I changed and did bad things, like lighting those cats on fire. I'm probably missing out on a great girl, but the one I'm with is great, too. I had my chance and I blew it. She looks happy with Hustler, anyways. Francis better not hurt her. I'll break his face.'

"Is something wrong?" Spinelli asked him, bring him out of his thoughts.

"Nope," He said kneeling down next to the bunnies and putting the back on the blanket. "Everything's perfect, except for the fact that my girlfriend might be pregnant. Besides that, my world is filled with sunshine, rainbows, and bunnies. Lots of bunnies."

"She should've stuck to dating girls," Spinelli said, unfazed by his comment. "This wouldn't have happened. No offence to you."

"Wait, what? When did this happen?" He asked her, surprised.

"I'd like to see that!"

"That's a good question…our freshman year I think. During the summer before our sophomore year. We sorta-kinda-not-might've kissed a couple times, but that was it. She dated a couple girls."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa….WHAT?"

"I'd PAY to see THAT."

"….Did I just let that slip out?" TJ nodded. "Oops."

"Zack," TJ said, turning to his brother. "Why don't you go in your room and draw me one of your amazing pictures?"

"'Kay! I'll draw Dura and her babies!" TJ waited until Zack left and he heard the sound of door closing before going back to his conversation.

"Now, do you mind explaining to me what the hell you just said?"

"What's there to explain? I meant what I meant," She said. "But I swear to Christ if you tell anyone, ANYONE, your life will end prematurely. Got it?"

"Yeah but,…why?"

"I'm allowed to be curious, aren't I?"

"But Ashley A.? Your mortal enemy of all people?"

"It's not like we dated or anything, and it's over now so who cares? Neither of us tell anyone anything about it. Me because I will take it to my grave, and you will too. She won't because its ruin her so-called perfect reputation, which is going to get destroyed anyways when her belly gets big."

"I still don't get how it was her of all people."

"And you never will."

~*~TJ's POV~*~

Friday ended too fast and Saturday came too soon. Me and Ashley met up in the park again to talk about our situation. She didn't have to say anything. When I saw the tears pouring out of her eyes, I knew what she needed to say, but was too choked up to. She's crying on my shoulder, and I'm hugging her, trying to comfort her as much as I can. I can't blame her for crying. This changes everything and I'm sure her parents have been fighting over this. I'm not sure when I'll be able to come over without the threat of death from her father. He has every right to be mad at the guy who got his daughter pregnant.

"There was this guy walking through the woods with an umbrella," Alex started.

'Shut the hell up, Alex,' I thought. 'Now's not the time for your crap.'

"What are we going to do?" Ashley cried into my shoulder. "I'm not ready to have a baby yet!"

"I don't know what we're going to do," I said, rubbing her back. "But we have to come up with something, a plan. Did the doctor tell you how far along you are?"

"The doctor said I'm only one month along," She said, sobbing.

"What did your parents say?"

"My dad won't even look or talk to me. My mom says we need to take care of this because it's our baby, not theirs. Neither of them want you near me. If they knew I was with you now my dad will have your head on a silver platter. I want them to cool off but that's not going to happen anytime soon."

"They're right, in a way. We need to figure this out, soon."

"I can't think straight. This is too much to handle right now. I just want to go home and crawl under my sheets with a bucket of ice cream….."

"You do that. We'll let this whole thing soak in and….and next weekend, we'll decide what to do. Okay?" She nodded, holding onto me. "I'll always be near my phone, if you need me. Don't hesitate to call." I walked with her until we reached the outside of the park. We waited in silence until her driver can and she left. I gave her a kiss to assure her that everything will be alright, even if I wasn't sure at the moment. I didn't go straight home. I need a walk to clear my head.

She's pregnant. My girlfriend is pregnant. If we choose to keep it, we would be parents. Parents! I'd be a father! She'll be a mother! I can't be a dad! I don't even know if I'm doing a good enough job with Zack and I'm going to be in charge of a baby? A little person who'll look to me to protect them and teach them about the world?

My feet led me to the lake I used to hang out with the others. It hadn't changed a bit. Perfect place to relax, but I'm not relaxing. I'm scared. I am. How could I raise a kid? We're not ready. We're nowhere near ready to take care of a baby. We can barely take care of ourselves.

This isn't good.

Taking a deep breath, I spotted an old and beaten up trashcan. It hasn't been raining lately, and the fallen branches around were all dry. Am I about to do what I think I am…?

Don't do it. Don't. It's not good. It's a long, slippery slope if I do.

But I need to calm down to think straight, and if there was ever a time in my life when I need to think straight, it's now.

….

It'll be small….I promise. No one's around to see anything. I'll make it quick.

I grabbed the trashcan and put the dried branches inside. I see the trashcan down near the lake and sat down in front of it, pulling out my matches. I lit on match, and tossed it into the trashcan. It took a couple of seconds for the fire to grow into the large, crackling, power source that I love.

The stress that built up to this point melted away.

Damn that's good.

It's funny, how you don't quite know how much you truly miss something until it's gone for a while, and then you have it again. It's incredible how fire makes me feel, I can barely put it into words. It's euphoric; no pain or a care in the world. The only other thing that makes me feel like this is….

…..this is going to sound sick….psychotic even…..

But the only other thing that makes me feel like fire is when I'm sleeping with Ashley.

Sex. That is it only other thing that comes close to what lighting and watching fire feels like to me.

Disturbing.

I watched the fire burn until there was nothing left for it to burn on. It flickered and finally died down. I kicked the trashcan into the water, putting out any remaining embers inside.

It helped me relax, that's for damn sure.

Brushing the dirt off my hands, I walked away from the lake and towards home.

Next week is going to be a pain.

Now that I think about it, I don't think they could get away with showing Recess on TV these days. Too much censorship going on. So many references to wars and it being like a mini Hogan's Heroes in places. Parents wouldn't like that. But on a lighter note, some students somewhere did a reenactment of the opening to Recess and it's on Youtube. There's a link to it on my tumblr page if anyone's interested.

T-Kiwi02: You've got to tell me the name of that book, I'm so curious now! And I'm glad you like Zack. I was worried about 'jumping the shark' when I put him in.

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