the fourth drink instinct (Kimberly)

[Lyon Brass]

All the windows in Lyon's apartment were on one wall. When the sun rises in the morning the light pours straight in them filling the whole place with a gentle glowing light. This was his favorite thing about the apartment as it woke him up naturally each morning.

Lyon began to stir, the light had began to seep in and it hurt his eyes even though they were closed. He Lay there his mind awake but his body still asleep. Slowly the soft fog of sleep slipped away and the mother of all headaches began to show its self. How much did i have to drink last night He thought to himself. A lot was the only answer to that question. His body was beginning to wake now.

It took him all his effort to roll onto his side. Thats when he felt them. There was someone else in his bed. Lyon's eyes stayed firmly shut for now as he tried desperately to remember what happend last night

[josie]

ms. kimberly josie stevenson
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The previous day had been a Friday and like every normal college student Jo had gone out partying at on of the clubs. She couldn’t remember the name all she knew was that it had been a wild party. People had gotten so drunk and crazy that they started dancing on tables, stripping and flinging their clothes about. Of course that wasn’t Jo….Who would blame her though, she had a few rough days recently. She had just talked to her dad who was upset again over something she didn’t even do. She usually talked to her brother about this and rattled on and on to him, complaining. The best thing was, he always understood because he shared the same father with her. Anyway, her dad told her that he was very upset with her and blah, blah, blah. She was suppose to visit them and talk this over. Hm, go to her parents house and get tore apart by her dad or go out partying all night? That wasn’t a hard choice so she decided to go out. Her father may get even madder at her which would be hard but she didn’t care she was in college now he didn’t control her. She was an adult now and she could take care of herself…right.

She had called up Lyon right away knowing that her other friends were probably already out bumming or something plus Lyon never turned down a night to party away. When they agreed to go out she had thrown on a clubbing outfit that she kept for special occasions like this one. She hurried out and soon they were already at the bar chugging beers and mixed drinks with who knows what in them. It didn’t take long for Jo to start feeling tipsy and starting to slur her words. By the 4th drink she had been wobbling around, her head fuzzy. After that she couldn’t remember a thing, it just went blank. A grogginess swept over her body as her mind woke up though her body was still dealing with the fact that she had drunk way to much the night before. She didn’t feel like moving but her mind was wide awake now, and wondering where she was. Her eyes still shut she twitched a bit feeling a body next to hers. Fortunately it was a man’s body, at least she hadn’t gotten so wild that she had slept with a girl. That would’ve been way overboard for what she could handle. Her lips found their way to the persons mouth guessing it had to be at least a guy that she had invited, maybe Jason. She didn’t mind kissing Jason, they were ex’s but they didn’t get weird about stuff like that. In fact they were still ex’s with benefits.

Her body was most definitely naked from the previous night but the heat that was radiating off this person’s body was so comforting that she didn’t even care. After kissing the guy for maybe a minute at most, she forced her eyes to open. It took her eyes a bit of adjusting to do because of the light. It was too bright. She was expecting to see Jason lying there asleep but instead she saw the peaceful figure of Lyon. Her best friend Lyon, as in I would like to just stay friends Lyon. She couldn’t get anything out but a soft groan. She flopped down beside him. She attempted to get out of bed to get dressed since it was rather embarrassing for one of your best friends to see you like that. She couldn’t get her body to do it though, it refused. That’s what she got for drinking at least 4 drinks last night.

[Lyon Brass]

His thoughts were interrupted as the unknown person in his bed began to move. Their lips met and instinctively Lyon kissed her back. It felt nice, relaxed maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all. For all he knew he could have met someone amazing that he really connected with. He convinced himself thats what must have happened. His mother had always brought Lyon up to respect women and he wasn't the sort of guy to sleep around.

The kiss lingered on his lips for a while longer before they broke away from each other. He heard a noise, a groan. It was familiar but where from. Slowly he opened his eyes. The light hit him hard which didn't help the headache slowly building strength inside him. A moment later his eyes had adjusted and he could see the curves ceiling of his apartment. So he was defiantly in his own bed. Now he just had to find out who with. Turning his head slowly as to avoid enraging his headache again the girl began to come into view, she was blond, somewhere between pale and tanned, his best friend.

"Kim?" He said stupidly not knowing what else to say. He looked at her for a moment the look of shock mirrored on each of their faces. Then he looked away as is natural when in a room with your best friend who happens to be naked. "I... I'm sorry...i don't do this you know i don't" He stammered as he began to look around his room trying to work out what crumpled up piece of fabric strewn across his floor might be his. Just within his reach lay something that resembled his boxer shorts quickly he grabbed them and put them on under the covers being extra careful to stay on his side of the bed. At least now he could get up and let her have the sheets till she found her clothes.

Lyon sat for a moment looking for his jeans and shirt. When he seen them he got out of the bed and picked them up from the floor. "I'll be dowstairs...Just come down when you're ready" He said without looking round and headed down the stairs. The light was stronger down here and it stung his eyes but he was going to let Kimberly have her space so he got to dressing himself then sunk down into the comfy brown sofa, lit up a cigerette and took a long draw. For a moment he felt like pouring himself a whiskey but thats what got him into this mess. He sat silently sucking on the sweey supply of nicotine trying to work out what he had done

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[josie]

ms. kimberly josie stevenson
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Experiencing a drama clip like this was only supposed to happen on tv series. Jo would always laugh at the situation not thinking much of it but now that it happened to herself, she was starting to feel how all those tv stars felt, or acted anyway. There was a weird feeling in her stomach like she had just done something very wrong. She watched his reaction with her eyes squinting from the bright morning sun. She could see that the same state of shock was going through him to just by the look on his face. She made sure her body was covered because that would just add to the awkwardness if he actually saw her naked. She just sat there dumbfounded by the situation. At least he could get words out and managed to get his boxers on. She didn’t blame him for anything, it wasn’t his fault that they both had gotten drunk and gotten a little crazy. In fact she was the one who intended on getting drunk in the first place but she didn’t expect this happening. She let him leave her to go downstairs. He was never one to have one night stands with any girl let alone her. He seemed just as shocked so it just couldn’t be his fault. She thumped back into the pillows her breath escaping her for a few seconds. She stared up at the ceiling. She had been in his room countless of times before but today it all seemed different, like she was looking at it for the first time.

She forced her body to get up not wanting to keep him waiting and thinking that she was mad at him. She let the covers go, she shivered from the coldness of being bare. She quickly found her garments scattered randomly around the room. Her thong and bra the closest since those were the last piece of clothing taken off. Then she found her shorts then her shirt. He obviously, even though drunk, had his priorities straight. She slipped on her clothes not really carrying about her hair, that was the least of her worries plus Lyon was one of her closest friends, he wouldn’t care. She trudged barefoot downstairs dreading the conversation that would soon happen. She stalled by going into his kitchen. She rummaged through the refridgerator and grabbed the orange juice. She slowly poured herself a glass and pouring him one also. She put the juice away and took a sip. Her head was throbbing and the light still hurt. She took a deep breath knowing she couldn’t stall any longer.

She shuffled into the living room seeing him lounging on the couch with a smoke stuck between his lips. The room was already getting a little smoky from it. Personally, Jo hated smoking but she didn’t care if he wanted to though she always told him that it was bad for him and that he would live longer if he quit. She handed him a glass of orange juice and sat down next to him, not extremely close though he was taking up a lot of the couch space. She took another sip not really wanting to start the conversation. Surely he was dreading the conversation just as much as she was. She finally couldn’t stand it any longer” So how much do you remember? “ she hoped that he didn’t remember her nakedness at all because that would be embarrassing. She didn’t remember the last night at all and she hoped that he didn’t either. The more they didn’t know, the easy they could forget it. Like they ever would.

[Lyon Brass]

She was up now. He could hear her moving around just above him. It was time to start thinking of what he was actually going to say when they came face to face again. Should he tell her it was all his fault, that he'd made a drunken pass at her and then taken advantage. He was almost positive thats not what happened but at the same time he couldn't remember what had. He sucked harder on the stick between his lip's counting on the nicotine to settle his mind down as it always had before. Looking down at his wrinkled Blondie t shirt he could make out a light stain but couldn't remember how it got there. He seen her legs appear on the stairs soon followed by the rest of her. He lowered his eyes still thinking hard.

He could remember going to the club. Getting his first drink. His Second. His Third and his fourth but thats when things started to blur. He could remember dancing with someone but not who it was. He remembered wrapping his arm round Kimberly and leading her away from a guy who was trying to get a bit to close to her on the dance floor. Was that when it started, he was only looking out for her. Next thing he knew a glass of orange juice was being set down in front of him and she was next to him again. "Thanks." He said his Scottish accent rough from the night before. He shifted to give her more room on the sofa as they both sat in silence.

"How much do you remember?"

Leaning forward he stubbed out the remains of his cigarette, remembering how much she disliked him smoking. For the first time since she came down stair he looked at her. His brown eyes swollen and red, a present from mister Jack Daniels. "Not much... He took a deep breath before he started to explain the little he could remember. "I remember leading you away from a guy who was trying it on... and i can remember helping you onto a table when a song you liked came on. I don't remember anything about..." His voice trailed off here but he was sure she understood what he meant.

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[josie]

ms. kimberly josie stevenson
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“Your welcome” She stared at the window for a while watching some birds fly from their home in the branches up into the sky. Oh how she wished she could just get up and fly away from all this drama though it was all her fault for what happened to her. She could’ve not drank at all and nothing would’ve happened, but that’s no fun is it? She let the silence turn a bit awkward but it was understood considering the circumstances. She just wished she could go back in time and change everything. She rubbed her eyes with her hand and blinking but no matter how much she blinked, she didn’t wake up. She sighed deeply and leaned back against the couch actually wanting to just let it all out. Talk to someone about it would help but the person she always went to was sitting on the same couch as her. She could always just talk to Harper which she probably would but right now she needed to suck it up and talk. She listened to him talk, his accent seemed broken in spots. She loved his accent and always tried to steal it by imitating him all the time. It always got a laugh out of him. She was impressed that he actually remembered that much. She only remembered sitting down at the bar and drinking drink after drink, telling him about her day and what not.

“ Oh well, I guess I can get a little crazy when I drink too much” she stiflied a laugh but it didn’t go to her eyes. She was to hungover to really feel anything, it was all in a soft of daze. Like a dream that she was experiencing. She was glad that he snuffed out his cigarette, he always respected her in that way because he knew she didn’t like him smoking. “ If you keep smoking like that I just might have to sell you on Ebay as a chimney. “ it was a lame joke but she wasn’t really trying, it just came out. Besides she just wanted the mood to change, but it wasn’t helping. She glanced at him takin gin his form. He almost looked like a small puppy that was caught out in the rain lost and alone. She reached over and gave him a pat on the head. “ Soo what now?” she asked speaking the thought that had been on her mind since she woke up. She could hear the phone ringing in the kitchen, it would be a great escuse to get out of this conversation but unfortunately it wasn’t her phone so she couldn’t answer it. Not like she never answered his phone for him. She snuck away with a smirk on her face, she walked into the kitchen seeing that it was a telemarketer. “ ‘allo” she spoke in a believable accent “ Excuse moi? English is not good for me. You speak other language, yah?” she could hear the person on the other side give a frustrated sigh. “ Lyon? No, this is not the zoo. My house is here, not zoo” she spoke. “Vat? My day was good. My leg is hurting. The stairs make me fall” she heard the line on the other end go blank. She hung up the phone and walked back to Lyon and micheivious smile on her lips “ They hung up on me” she pretended to be sad then remembered the topic they had been discussing. What if she was pregnant. Usually drunk people didn’t stop to worry about being safe and protected and all that.

[Lyon Brass]

The monster of a headache was sitting between eyes. It felt like it had stretched out its claws, each wrapping around one of his eyes and began to squeeze and wouldn't stop till they exploded into a pool of gunk. He imagined it, the headache monster. It was like something out of Sesame street to begin with but then it grew much more sinister with sharp teeth and claws that glinted in the light. For a moment he forgot all about what was going on. Her voice snapped him out of it. What had she said. He had no idea but her tone was light, she was trying to lighten the mood. He let out a laugh not sure what at and tried to coax his dry lips into a smile. At least she doesn't seem upset he thought.

“ If you keep smoking like that I just might have to sell you on Ebay as a chimney. “

He shot her a mock glare which soon relaxed into a smile "You know as well as i do that no matter what you sold be as no one would buy me." There was a pause he put on his best sad face the continued "They couldn't afford me." He finished trying to play along with the mood lightening process but already his mind was starting to go over what he could remember again.

"So what now?

After just a moments pause he was ready to answer. Just as he opened his mouth the phone began to ring. It's loud monotonous ring did not please the headache monster and it began to rake its claws down the back of his head, right where it meets the neck. When she answered it he let out a sigh of relief and tuned into his thoughts again. Thats when it hit him. When he got up he had seen their clothes on the floor, their shoes by the door. This all seemed normal but he hadn't saw a condom anywhere. As a responsible adult he always kept a few in a drawer just in case but as far as he could work out they were all still in that drawer. Oh god, just make it all 10 times worse He waited for her to come back. "Kimberly." He had decided this wasn't a time for nicknames. "This is a personal question but it's one i have to ask... Are you....Are you taking... Ya know...The pill?" It was harder to ask than he thought it would be. These two could talk for hours about anything probably even in a different situation this question would have rolled eloquently off his tongue but not now, not today/

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[josie]

ms. kimberly josie stevenson
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She knew that Lyon just wanted to light a smoke, have a beer and just try and forget about this. Jo would love to forget about it too but they needed to focus on the problem and what to do next. To bad it’s kind of hard to do that when you’re having a huge hangover. She grinned “ There’s got to be at least someone that would buy you out there. Maybe that creepy guy on the corner would” she teased him. That’s how they were, they teased each other like siblings did. That’s what best friends did, not have sex. She focused her eyes on him when he called her Kimberly because she knew that they would be serious. Nobody used her full first name unless they were a teacher or they were serious about something they were going to say. She looked away once she figured out what he had said. She began calculating in her head trying to remember. She just couldn’t, she had drank to much. She began rubbing her temples in small circles and pacing the room in front of him.

Her face went pale when she realized the truth. She didn’t look in his eyes because she couldn’t. How could she be so dumb? She coughed a fake cough trying to prolong the agony of telling him the truth. She faced him but didn’t look in his eyes, in fact she set her eyes at the ground. “ I ran out of birth control a couple days ago and haven’t had the time to go and get a refill. I didn’t think that I would get so drunk that I would need it. “ she paused letting the words sink in “ Do you think I could really be pregnant? Isn’t there a chance that even though we didn’t wear protection that I couldn’t be pregnant?” her words were coming out fast now as she started to panic because she knew that the percentage of people who didn’t wear protection and that didn’t get pregnant was low. She was doomed. Then she remembered that she had kept a pregnancy test in her purse just in case anything happened. She walked out of the room and roamed the house, searching for her pruse. When she finally found it thrown in a room she grabbed it. She walked back into the living room just in case Lyon thought she left. She dug around in her purse and pulled out a test” There’s only one way to know for sure” “ I’ll be right back” she said and went into the bathroom. She looked around, the walls seemed to mock her. She opened up the test and quickly took it. She waited in the bathroom shaking it waiting for a result. The time that she had to wait was killing her. Every second seemed like a lifetime.

[Lyon Brass]

Instinctively he let his hand rest on hers as he always did when trying to reassure her. He had heard what she said as though it was being screamed at him through a loud speaker. He knew they could be in trouble here but also knew he had to do his best to stay calm for both of their sakes. "There is a chance." He said quietly trying to calm her down. His arms wanted to wrap themselves around her, pull her close to him and tell her it was all going to be OK. He felt that hugging her might be too much too soon and he wasn't about to promise he couldn't keep. She got up and began looking around his small apartment. He felt he knew what she might be looking for.

Thinking it might be too soon to know for sure he waited for her to come back. She was back now with her purse. He looked at her again his deep brown eyes looking as they never had before. He was going to offer to run out to the store on the corner and get some other tests for her to take in a few days, the thought soon went out his head as she said she was going to take it now. He'd stay here it would be to weird to follow her. Alone again his mind drifted to the subject of alcohol. Lately he seemed to be drinking more than he ever had. He spent more time in bars and drank more when he was there. There was more booze in his fridge than was normal even for a student. Sometimes he had pondered if he might have a problem but he always laughed it off. Not him. He was fine.

The silence was almost too silent even for his poor hungover head. He waited for her to come back. He waited for her to return and tried to work out what he could expect. Tears maybe, most likely there would be some tears if that stick told her she was having his child. Or would it be squeals and laughter when it told her everything was really going to be OK and they start trying to forget about this whole thing. Either way he knew he would most likely welcome her return with a hug her. Hug her in a way he never had before. why could he not get the the thought of a nice cool whiskey out his head?

[josie]

ms. kimberly josie stevenson
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Hearing the reassuring words of Lyon made her feel slightly better but nothing could truly calm her now. The only thing that would calm her is knowing that she wasn’t pregnant. She knew that her life would be wrecked well not totally. She knew that having a baby would teach her a lot of responsibility and she knew that a love for a child is stronger than any bond she has ever had but she’d have to throw away all her dreams of becoming a singer. She might even have to quit college and that was the last thing she wanted to do. She had been looking forward the college her whole life and if having a baby changed that, then she didn’t want it. At least not yet. She wanted to wait for at least 5 years before she had a baby not now. She looked at herself in the mirror. Would she even be a good mom? She has never really thought of it but she wasn’t quite sure. What if she wasn’t, she couldn’t go back. It’s not something you can just stop. There was always abortion but she was never a firm believer in that. She would always feel to guilty if she killed the baby like that or any way for that matter.

She set the test down as she waited. She turned on the faucet and splashed her face with water. Maybe she would wake up from this nightmare if she did. She dried her face then took the test in her hand once again watching for a line to appear. Finally one did. She waited longer, waiting for that other line to appear that would signal she was pregnant. When she waited for a couple minutes and it never appeared she dropped the test and let out a squeal. She jumped up and down in happiness. She grabbed the test and opened the door. She bolted into the living room and threw herself into his arms. Tears were falling down her face but it was tears of relief” I’m not pregnant” she got out as she buried her face in his chest. She could feel her head spin from the sudden relief. She felt like a huge burden was off her shoulders. She could go on living like she had been. She could finish college, she could become a singer. Most of all she wouldn’t have a baby to have to take care of. She didn’t have to worry about missing parties, movies, or anything. She was a free woman. Well so she thought.

[Lyon Brass]

The squeal coming from the bathroom was a relief to Lyon the moment he heard it but that didn't last long. Soon his brain kicked into action and he knew he would have to explain to her that this answer wouldn't be accurate and that she would have to wait four long weeks before she was likely to get a reliable answer. As she ran toward him he stood up letting her run straight into his arms which wrapped around her tightly, one hand stroking her hair as he felt her tears soak through his t-shirt. He wanted more than anything to pick her up and spin her around as he often did when she had good news but it would be to cruel to let her happy moment last to long. It killed him but he had to say it.

"Maybe... maybe not." He started wishing he didn't need to say any of this. His arms stayed around her and he let his chin rest lightly on the top of her head. "It's a bit early for a definite result, You might need to wait for about a month." He said just wanting to get it over with. When he was young there was no escaping being told about things like this. She knew his family history. That his parents were 16 when they got pregnant with him and they had split up a week before his mother had found out. They had raised him to not put himself in that situation which so far he had managed to do.

He was breathing long slow breaths, his chest moving in and out with each one. He had to stay calm and try be positive, she needed him to. "But it could still be OK, and I'll be there for you no matter what." He told her letting his lips brush against the top of her head. He meant it. He would spend days sitting with her if she just needed someone to be there and if she was pregnant he would do the right thing and stand by her.

[josie]

ms. kimberly josie stevenson
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Jo loved the feeling of his arms around her, it was comforting. She was like the lost little sister and he was the big brother that comforted her in the time of need or joked around with her whenever she was in a sad mood or happy mood. She felt his hand on her head, stroking her hair. She felt so happy at this moment, it was undescribable but she could feel that he was still tense. Shouldn’t he be celebrating too? She had just told him good news and he acted as though he was disappointed. Maybe he had actually wanted the baby. She had never thought of that. She looked up at him, looking into his eyes” Did you want this baby?” she asked curious but cautious. She had been sort of selfish about this situation. Just thinking of herself not really thinking about him other than that he might be the father and such.

Then she heard it, the words that had been troubling him. The problem was not that he wanted the baby but that the test might not be accurate. She had totally forgotten about how she would have to wait a couple weeks before the true results were in. She had just token the test as a instinct because she wanted to know but I guess they’ll have to wait. She felt the relief that she had just felt only moments ago, vanish. The burden of a possible pregnancy loom over her. How could she wait that long? If she could barely wait a few minutes for the test then 4 weeks was going to seem like millenniums. She buried her face into his chest once again his shirt wet from her tears. She felt numb, like her body was refusing to except the truth. She was in denial but there was still a bit of hope in her that she wouldn’t be pregnant. There still was a small chance but these next few weeks were going to be long and not to mention awkward between them.

She felt glad that he was there for her no matter what. Most guys as soon as they found out she could be pregnant with their child, they would run off leaving the girl to fend for herself and pay for all the expenses herself. Then if the baby was born they’d have to raise it by themselves but Lyon was different. He was always there for her and still was. He was the best friend anyone could have and she was very grateful that he was the father to the possible baby.

[Lyon Brass]

He kept his hold on her tight as she reacted to the bad news. He was still thinking about her question. Did he want the baby?. His immediate reaction was no he wasn't ready to be a father but as he thought about it more and more his mind had decided although he hoped she wasn't pregnant. They were friends and they were young and had so many things left to do before they settled down. He knew that if she was he would automatically go in to dad mode. Looking after her as best he could, finding a more baby suitable apartment and maybe even asking her to move in after all it would be easier for him to help her if they were under the same roof.

The wet patch on his chest was growing now and she was pressing against him as hard as she could. Gently stroking her hair he made a shushing noise trying to help her but not quite knowing what to say. After a while he let his arms drop but keeping hand on her back and guiding her back toward the sofa. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. Putting his arm around her shoulders he gave her a little squeeze and put on a smile. "What ever happens we're gonna be OK." He told her in his usual calm tone. "We're Jo and Lyon we can do anything." He continued trying to make her smile again. but in his head he couldn't help but think nothing would be OK again.

Sitting here now with possibly the worst hangover he ever had, his arm around his best friend who could now be pregnant with his child what was he meant to do? Everything that came into his mind felt inappropriate. Was this how his father had felt 20 years ago. Probably not. The story goes that his mother and father were madly in love at the time he was conceived but then his father made a drunken mistake and slept with an other girl. Distraught his mother had ended not knowing she was in fact going to be his mother. His father had once told him how he had tried for years to get her back, tried everything he could think of. Thats when he remembered a ring his mother had shown him once, one his father had given her. He knew what he had to do.

[josie]

ms. kimberly josie stevenson
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The strong chest muscles under Lyon’s shirt was where she rested her hair. By now the whole front of his shirt was practically wet. She closed her eyes, taking in his scent of cologne. It was faint since he didn’t put it on today but she could still smell it. She sniffed and wiped her eyes. She looked like crap. Her eyes were red from crying and her hair was morning hair meaning it was all over the place. She knew that Lyon didn’t care though and that’s what she loved about him. No matter what she looked like or how crabby she was, he was still there for her. She wrapped her arms around a little higher than his waist. She hugged him tight realizing that he hadn’t answered her question. He was probably indecisive like she was. Either that or he didn’t want it and just didn’t want to tell her in case she was pregnant. Either choice was likely.

She could hear his shushing noise and it only comforted her a bit because it’s hard to comfort a girl in this position. She felt him move and she open her eyes from being closed. She let him lead her to the couch, her steps slower than normal. She let him pull her next to him as he sat down on the couch. She leaned against his shoulder naturally as he put an arm around her. “ I sure hope so” she said. She was sure glad that he was being positive about this at least out of his mind because she needed that. If he was like her, crying and what not sure would’ve been in a rougher shape. “ Your being so strong about this. I’m a big wimp and start crying. Gosh, I’m a baby” she said beating herself up. She normally didn’t do that but today was different. She felt like it was her fault for not getting her pills refilled or not getting drunk. Lyon was just an innocent victim. A small smile found it’s way on her lips when he said they could do anything “ Yeah because we’re superman and wonder woman” she laughed at her own joke which was a bit lame but she wasn’t really good at coming up with jokes when she’s stressed.

She tried imagining herself as a mother, having a baby around the house. After college classes she would have to hurry home to feed the baby. There would be a nanny or a babysitter. Actually she would probably have to stay home for the first year without taking college just until she would stop breast feeding. She shuddered at the thought of it. It would be so weird and it would probably take her a long time to get used to it. Then she tired imagining Lyon as a father. She giggled but it really wasn’t funny. He probably wouldn’t be that bad at it once he set his mind to it. His apartment was too small for a baby but she was looking at an bigger apartment to possibly share with her brother so maybe they could live there instead. They would have to live together but that wouldn’t be much different since she spent a lot of time with Lyon already. She suddenly wondered if they had to act like a normal couple now, holding hands, kissing, etc. She was confused on where they stood. Surely if you were having a baby together that people would expect you to kiss in public. She decided to speak her thoughts out loud since she couldn’t solve them in her brain. “ So now are we a couple or what? Do we have to kiss and hold hands in public? All couples do at least that in public, don’t that? Won’t people think it’s weird when we’re having a baby possibly and we don’t even do any of that?” she wasn’t sure if she wanted to do all that stuff in public with him or just stay best friends. She was one confused girl.

[Lyon Brass]

He sat and listenend as she told him how strong he was being and how she should be coping better. He wanted to tell her to shut up and stop being so stupid as soon as she started to say it but he waited for her to finish before saying in his gentlest voice. "It's ok for you to cry, it's a big shock to you, for both of us... but you more so i guess, I mean it's your body." He hoped with all his heart this would make her feel better about how she was dealing with it. His hand began playing with a strand of her hair. Sure it was messy but being honest he thought she looked so much prettier when she wasn't all made up.

A laugh escaped from her lips a little one but a laugh is a laugh. He pulled her closer to him just happy to hear her laugh again and see that hint of a smile on her lips. "Damn straight we are." He said. It was an expression he had picked up from his mother as a child, when she was barely much more than a child herself. He thought about his own family, his parents never being a couple while he was around. Once he had seen them kiss at christmas, under the misletoe. They had looked so perfect together just then like they were meant to be together forever and ever. They had never been a couple after he was born though but it hadn't effected him much at all. He still seen his father almost every single day of his life up until he had moved to Miami.

“ So now are we a couple or what? Do we have to kiss and hold hands in public? All couples do at least that in public, don’t that? Won’t people think it’s weird when we’re having a baby possibly and we don’t even do any of that?”

It was a fair queastion to ask. He tried to think of the right answer. He loved her sure he did but he didn't think it was in that way. But then again most people don't at the start, Love has a funny way of sneaking up on people and showing itself when they least expect it. "Well that depends. Do you want to kiss and hold hands in public? This isn't a time to worry what other people will think of us." He spoke quietly not wanting to seem like he wanted to be together but not wanting to seem as if he had completly dismissed the idea. He was confused on the inside even if he wouldn't show it. Maybe as confused as her but he didn't think so.