* GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE , ( open )

[HOLLY KAELEIGH FAYETTE]

*HOLLYKAELEIGHFAYETTE,

I am a weapon of massive consumption
IT'S NOT MY FAULT
it's how I'm programmed to function

for the entire night, Holly was in the bathroom, emptying her stomach from the Italian-food dinner that her older sister, Isabella, had made that same evening. And even though it all looked delicious and fantastic at first, seeing it again in her traffic-cone orange wastebasket was just too much for Holly. But even so, she managed to get some sleep, and wake up at noon. It was a windy Saturday, and Holly was freezing. She dressed herself in layers and the softest sweatshirt she could find, and some old jeans she slept in. Before she left, she was to do the stand procedure with Isabella--have her temperature taken and being weighed. Holly didn't mind it as long as Isabella didn't have Brooklyn help her out. Brooklyn, being the more unsupportive older sister, and the nag of the family. Thankfully, Brooklyn was out running an errand, and Holly had Isabella all to herself. The procedures went by quick.

overly exhausted, Holly snatched her Sidekick and keys, and shoving a twenty in the back of her pants. She was starving, and she slept through breakfast. And if she had to open the fridge and see all those leftovers...ugh, tummy ache! She needed to get away. And in being in the middle of Kansas, getting away from nowhere meant some real thinking. Holly would have plenty of time to think, as long as she had food in her upset stomach. Holly put the keys in the ignition of her brother Nick's old pickup, and made her way in a familiar direction.

oz Diner! Yes sir, indeed. It was Holly's favorite place to go to when she needed to think and fill her stomach at the same time. Killing two birds with one stone! And the thought of the Oz Diner's scrumptious cheeseburgers and a tall glass of Coke made Holly wipe drool off her cheek. Oh wait...could that been there when she was sleeping? Holly laughed to herself, and pulled into the Oz Diner's lot. She parked the car, yanked out the keys and shoved them in her pocket. She looked at the time on her phone, and then made her way toward the diner, her stomach growling the whole way.

delicious smells of food and drink filled Holly's nose and made her stomach squeak. On impulse, her hands flew to her stomach, to hush the sound. But then she felt unfamiliar territory. Her baby bump, of course. As Holly's hands went back to her side and she sat down at the bar-styled area, she looked around. Apparently, the small town was smaller than she thought. The expressions on the customers had Holly assume that they already knew about her, her situation. And when she touched her stomach, they saw her expression, too. Suddenly in a terrible mood, Holly glared past the waitress. "One large burger and a Coca-Cola, please," she said with fake confidence and a facade hiding how angry she really was.

[BENJAMIN AYER JONES]

'BENJAMIN JONES'

White lace, gold beads,
I'm 'a run it like a marathon;

Early. Loud. Ben's father was up and slamming on the door while screaming to get up while claiming his own son was lazy. A deep groan rose from Ben's throat while he turned so his back faced the door, his voice yelling out towards the man he was forced to call 'sir' or 'dad'. "Shut the fuck up and go away! I'm getting up!"

[/color] a pure lie, though his father would believe it for the time being... it gave Ben the perfect chance to sneak away so he wouldn't have to deal with the pestering and verbal abuse. Rolling his cold body off his single matress, he stood carefully and stumbled around while putting on his pants. The light hops alerting the man downstairs that his son was awake and most likely ready to go work on the farm. Wrong. "Fool..."[/color] he muttered just slightly before grabbing a hoodie and pulling it on over his bare chest. What was the point in changing fully when he was just going to come home again in a few minutes?

Snatching up his valuble items, Ben climbed out of his window and made his way silently away from the house into the tiny town they lived in. How he strived for the city, the sirens, screaming at night, parties beyond these peoples dreams, illegal activities. He sighed heavily, hating the fact the whole reason he was here was because his father was in charge of him until he finished school. Legal battle thing. To make the story short, his mother died of lung cancer and from that point on, Ben proceded to skip school and ignore the fact that the only woman in his life a the time was gone. Social services caught hint and sent him away. Letting his head tilt down, hair falling into his face, Ben walked towards the local diner while ignoring the mutters around him.

This town knew about him, they knew his past, about his life, except for the fact that his father wasn't really the man they saw everyday. Being at his height, the physical crap stopped when he hit nineteen... but the emotional and verbal abuse just doesn't stop when at home. 'I hope he dies next.. he'll regret everything on his death bed,'[/color] Ben thought while hastefully pushing the diners door open to get in from the cold.

Ben's eyes trailed the room slowly, while his orbs met those of his fellow townies... they looked away and went back to their business. Most hated him for what he looked like. Tattoo's all over his body, 'DROP DEAD' tattooed to his knuckles, and the long 'troublemaker' hair. Simple stereotypes. Letting his eyes roll to a stop on the counter, he walked up carefully and placed himself next to a girl. She was from school... familiar to. ".... Holly? Oh man, I didn't recognize you for a minute,"[/color] he smiled just slightly before ordering a large helping of eggs and home made hashbrowns. She was close to him, but then again who wasn't close in this town? She was just there more than other girls he'd known in the past. "How're you this morning?"[/color] his eyes focused down towards his glass of water before glancing just slightly to the beauty next to him.

Something wasn't right today. [/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[HOLLY KAELEIGH FAYETTE]

*HOLLYKAELEIGHFAYETTE,

I am a weapon of massive consumption
IT'S NOT MY FAULT
it's how I'm programmed to function

time ticked by as Holly checked her Sidekick. A colorful message alerted her that Nick seemed to realize his car was gone. When Holly texted back asking "WHY DO YOU NEED IT ?" he texted back saying he needed to go "do homework" at a friend's house. Bull. Everyone knows that if Nick says he wants to go "do homework" with a friend, hat means he really just is going to a friends to smoke some heavy weed. But who could blame him? He was miserable, living with three sisters and a dad while he was attending college. He chose to stay home inside of live in a dorm, because he wanted to help the family recover. But now, he'd rather smoke weed than help anyone. His twin, Isabella, has got that taken cared of anyways. Holly sighed, and looked up as the waitress set down a plastic red glass filled with cold Coke. Holly tried smiling, but the waitress already turned her back to her. Apparently that waitress had some opinions about Holly. Holly looked away and sipped her Coke.

right when Holly thought she was getting her life back together, she went and got pregnant. What kind of girl goes off and gets pregnant in high school?! I mean, sure, Holly isn't a virgin, and hasn't been for a few years. But after the Fayette's mother, Alyssa, died in a car accident, Holly was focused on helping out her dad heal from all the pain he was going through. Holly felt like she was doing the best out of the four--her dad, Brooklyn, Nicholas and Isabella--when in reality she was just getting drunk and going out to see if she could feel anything anymore. She missed her mom. God shouldn't have taken her away, and so Holly hated God for a while. But Holly's mom loved God. So, Holly later asked him for forgiveness like the confused Catholic girl she was, and went on partying feeling better. But Holly still was angry with God and Fate, and decided to just drink and drink and drink some more. And probably as punishment, Holly woke up feeling odd, threw up, and then took the test. When the plus was pink and Holly felt like throwing up again.

understanding that Holly would have to tell her family, Holly had to figure out who the father was, anyways. She thought back through her drunken haze and remembered partying with one of her closest guy friends, Benjamin Jones. When Holly was sober and not pregnant, Ben was fucking adorable and was so fun to hang out with. But when Holly was pretty much wasted, she remembered that he wasn't so fun to just hang out with. That really, they were both looking for something else to do than talk. And when that memory hit Holly's mind, she realized. The baby was Ben's. Telling her dad was hard, and he informed Holly that she was to tell Ben immediately. Holly didn't want to, and even tried figuring out a way to avoid Ben know about the baby...yeah, right! Her belly was growing everyday, and the days she misses from school are no dentist appointments! But maybe Ben wouldn't have to know that the baby wasn't his...no, bad plan. He's got to know.

taking another sip of Coke, she zoomed back into reality. Angry with herself, she looked up at the waitress who handed her the cheeseburger. It looked delicious and mouthwatering. "Finally! I thought for sure you guys forgot about me sitting over here." And as Holly picked up the burger and set it near her lips, she heard the waitress snort and murmur "who could ever forget someone like you"... Holly wanted to ignore that, she really did. So she took a huge bite of her burger and said through the muffled mouthful, "What a bitch.", and when on chewing. While taking her third bite of the huge burger, she heard someone enter the diner door. And the pair of eyes that were judging her a moment ago released Holly, and moved on to the new customer. What a great town, Holly thought to herself, as the new man of the hour took a seat next to her. Holly was still in the middle of chewing when she heard the man talk. She turned to see who was talking to her, and froze up. Ben. Oh shit. She started to choke a little, and so she grabbed her Coke and gulped a couple of sips. She all was good, she set her cup down and her burger back on her plate. "Y-You scared me!" she smacked his arm playfully. "And I was eating. You want me to die so soon?"

how come Ben was looking like something was wrong? Did he already know? Oh crap! But, Holly only told her dad and sisters who the father was. No one else! Unless Brooklyn told Nick who tells his weed buddies everything he knows about everyone, especially me. And then it would spread like wildfire from there. Oh shit. Was he here to yell at Holly for not telling him first, then? Oh wait, no. He's asking how her morning is. Or how she's feeling this morning. That still means he might know about the baby. And you know, morning sickness. "Uh, fine," she muttered, trying to calm down and pay dumb. No such luck. She was a nervous wreck, which was unusual for Holly. She was usually brimming with confidence, and could weasel her way out of anything. "Just a little tired from staying up all night. You?"

[BENJAMIN AYER JONES]

'BENJAMIN JONES'

White lace, gold beads,
I'm 'a run it like a marathon;

0066FF

Ben's eyes glanced back and forth to Holly, then to the waitress who gave his order off to the cooks. "Sorry to scare you,"

[/color] he chuckled quietly and leaned his cheek on his hand carefully so he could relax his heavy head. "Why would I want you to die? Your one of my faveorite people to be around,"[/color] he smiled just slightly, hating to show such feelings to the people in this town who didn't know him personally. He looked back towards the counter's in the kitchen and listened carefully to Holly and the people around, each whispering about the two but he couldn't clearly make out what was going on. He couldn't help but feel weird right now.

"Mm... staying up late, It's going to drive me to insanity,"[/color] he sighed slightly and thought about the out of town party he was at for a while, and then getting home to have his father scream his lungs out at him. Ever since his mother died it was a game between the two.. Ben would push his fathers buttons to the point where the man just started freaking out on his son telling him off for everything. His eyes narrowed slowly at the memories of past physical fights he had with his father, the fights that lead him to sleeping at a friends house and hiding the bruises from the man he had to obey until he was out of high school. Even talking to the cops wouldn't do a thing for the boy... they'd tell him he deserved a good 'lickin'. Ben gripped the glass of water and sipped some water before placing it back down to the counter with a light 'thump'. He was going to come home after this and get into a huge argument.

"You heard about the party later?"[/color] he asked and looked down towards the large plate of food placed down in front of him. Homestyle hash browns, a nice big plate of egg's and the ketchup. He was glad he could at least afford breakfast out so he wouldn't have to eat his fathers half assed cooking. Covering his egg's and hashbrowns with ketchup he started eating and let his mind drift while she too continued to eat her burger. Though the thing his mind went to the most was a party they went to together a while ago. Being only friends, he never thought anything would happen at the party... but Ben couldn't fight through the power of alcohol. He hit on her, to the point where he just wanted to jump her and let his lips smother her.

That night was hard to forget really, he thought about it when he came near her or when he was stuck up in his room when his father's friends were over for the night. They had hooked up at the party, they had sex, he left early... he couldn't remember anything from that point on. She never said anything to him, so he thought that she was on birthcontrol or something of that sort. So Ben just shrugged it off and kept their relationship strictly as 'just friends'. "So tell me, Holly, Up to anything today?"[/color] he asked quietly and looked over to her, slipping a full piece of egg into his mouth along with some of those wonderful crunchy homestyle hashbrowns. He needed someone to hang out with today. [/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[HOLLY KAELEIGH FAYETTE]

*HOLLYKAELEIGHFAYETTE,

I am a weapon of massive consumption
IT'S NOT MY FAULT
it's how I'm programmed to function

partly because she was nervous, and mainly because she was hungry, Holly took the escape route of stuffing her face with the burger. According to him, she was one of his favorite people around. Oh, the irony. She could just imagine his face when she was to tell him. That one of his favorite people to be around wouldn't be so fun to be around anymore. That he would regret ever think she was fun. She was going to be a mother soon, in less that eight months. And her belly would be less fun to be around too. Soon, she wouldn't be able to drive, eat certain things, or even clean her chubby cat's (Cheyenne's) litter box...not that she does anyways. "Aw, you're pretty fun too," she said, grinning at him. She laughed and stopped to look at her half-finished burger. Uhh...she felt like emptying her stomach again.

and perfect timing, too. He got his food and with plenty of ketchup, he covered the hash browns completely. Her stomach did a few back flips, and not from her nerves. Though, those were bothering her as well. "Ah, a party? Where?" she asked on instinct. She couldn't resist a good party! And she wasn't that pregnant...you know, like when her belly would bee sticking out like she was shoplifting a fat ass pillow. But she would have to stay away from all the weed, liquor, whiskey... Forget it. That would be no party! Besides, it would be awkward. She looked back at Ben. Holly immediately looked away at the ketchup mess he was swallowing now, feeling like she was getting carsick. She loved ketchup as much as the next guy, but now, not so much. Fucked up symptoms. It just gets worse, doesn't it?!?!

right. It does get worse. And it won't go uphill until Holly tells him. She strummed her fingers on the countertop, looking away from the red. She was stuck again. What should I say? she asked herself, glancing around. Finally, it looked like everyone was minding their own beeswax. It seemed like a good opportunity now... But what if he freaks out? What if he runs away? Claims it a mistake and never talks to Holly again? Not helping! she thought bitterly. Shit. He asked her if she was up to anything today. Holly tapped her finger on her lip and pretended to think about. "No, nothing really," she answered with faux enthusiasm. "Why? What do you have planned?"

tee hee. Like Ben plans. Like Holly plans. Like this was planned. Holly laughed to herself, finding this funny, but mean. Holly even snorted, then covered her mouth being embarrassed. "Oh, sorry. I just thought of something dumb--nevermind," she said. Good! She was getting her confidence back. She glanced at her burger again, then what Ben was eating. Urghh...yeah, she still was feeling green. Maybe she should excuse herself to the bathroom... But then everyone would hear her gagging! Wouldn't it be obvious from there? Maybe, if she's lucky, everyone would assume she's bulimic. So when her belly starts growing, everyone will feel better knowing she's not bulimic.

yeah... Bad idea. "How about after you're done eating, we can go talk." Urkk!! Obvious. Every guy knows that when a girl wants to have a 'talk', that means something terribly wrong or terribly right. And when it's the first one, guys run. And Holly is a terrible runner. She'd never catch up when he's got the long stick legs and she's got the scrawny ones. So in vain, she tried again. "Speaking of which, do want to finish my burger? I only could eat half of it. My stomach feels like it's going to burst." Literally.

[BENJAMIN AYER JONES]

'BENJAMIN JONES'

White lace, gold beads,
I'm 'a run it like a marathon;

0066FF

Glancing towards her again, mouth stuffed with food and half of his plate gone, he listened to her soft voice and just let it sink into his brain. She was nice to listen to on such a dull morning, and just all of the mornings he usually has... waking up to a screaming man in his doorway, or the teachers in school yelling at him for falling asleep. Same old. "There's a party about half an hour out of town, at a school park. It's and acid party really... not like it's good here anyway,"

[/color] his voice rolled down into a low mumble while he finished up his meal. He still wasn't full.. but for now he'd deal with it. "Would you like to go?"[/color] he asked with a smile, while sliding his plate forward for collecting. It would be interesting with people on acid, others drinking, and just all around chaos but with that chill sence to it. He could drink and relax, though what he was a bit scared about, is that if she went with him and they both ended up drinking... they'd probably start making that mistake again. He just hoped nothing of the sort would ruin such a precious friendship.

Ben zoned for a little bit again before snapping his attention to her when a sarcastic tone came out of her but it was in a nice way. He laughed quietly and leaned his cheek on his hand again and shook his head at her question. "I've got nothing planned right now, but you know I have my sneaky ideas when I'm bored,"[/color] he smirked, hinting towards the little adventures they had when he decided it would be a good day to skip school and ignore teachers and parents. When she started laughing, he looked over to her and snorted a bit with a fake insulted tone, but he was soon to laugh quietly at her little moment. She sometimes was too cute for he own good... he loved it.

Leaning back in his chair, he put his arms casually back on the seat and let his body relax in the seat. It was getting a bit chilly but at the moment he really didn't care.. he'd be with someone he could enjoy the company of, and away from his waste of space family member. He let his eyes close shut slowly while her voice went on, "We can go talk..."[/i][/color] were the parts he heard loud, clear, and almost like someone was screaming in a megaphone towards him. That was always a bad sign... even in a friendship. When a girl had to 'talk' it was either about something bad or horrible. Never in between. Ben's stomach churned a little while he paid the lady at the counter for his food and drink, then stood up.

"I'm alright, I'm full from those eggs and hashbrowns... they always get to me,"[/color] he smiled softly and pushed his chair, slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket to grip his cellphone. He wanted to know what she wanted to talk about and what she had to say to him. This wasn't going to be good, he could feel it pounding in his skull and his mind just screaming at him to leave now. He fought past the ideas of just saying a short goodbye and heading back home, he needed to hear what she had to say. "Why don't we take a walk back to my place for a bit? I don't think the bastard will be home,"[/color] referring to his father, he let his eyes drift over her figure. Ben could almost feel the nervous side of things radiating off of her. Something wasn't right, and he knew it. [/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[HOLLY KAELEIGH FAYETTE]

*HOLLYKAELEIGHFAYETTE,

I am a weapon of massive consumption
IT'S NOT MY FAULT
it's how I'm programmed to function

doing her absolute best not to have her want to party get the best of her, Holly forcefully shook her head. She pulled her lips to form the words that she wanted to use, but stranger sentences blurted out first. "Oh, no. My dad caught me in a huge hangover and told me if I ever came home like that again, I would have to get a job and move out." That lie tasted bitter on her tongue, and a fresh gulp of Coke didn't seem to get rid of it. She wasn't used to lying to Ben, or turning down a party. Insanity. "You should of seen how pissed he was, too. He got Nick and Brooklyn to get pots and pans and bash them together just so I could have a huge headache with the company of my hangover." That, actually isn't so much of a lie. Brooklyn and Nick do that all the time, now. You know, if she isn't busy complaining and if he wasn't busy smoking weed with friends.

and how it gets worse. Ben has one of his brilliant sneaky ideas on him, too. Most of Holly's most favorite memories are with Ben's sneaky ideas, too. Well, excluding the whole one-night stand one. Not that it wasn't any good--it was fantastic. But it also was shocking, thinking how two best friends like that could ever do such a thing and have to deal with a huge consequence on the aftermath. Holly shook her head at the whole thing. How shameful. She looked back at Ben. "A sneaky idea, eh? Well, start brainstorming my friend," she hiccupped.

no no no. Stomach pains started to roll back in again, almost as soon as Ben declined finishing the remainder of Holly's burger. She tried washing down all the sick feelings with some Coke. Nope, she still felt like crap. She rubbed her full stomach and groaned. "Hey, I'll be right back, Ben." Holly quickly smacked down a ten on the counter and then hopped out of her chair, gently enough so she wouldn't get all shaken up, but quick enough to make Ben think she was being her normal, energetic self. "I'll meet up with you outside in a minute, okay?" And without waiting for an answer or even a response, Holly raced off toward the ladies bathroom.

great! It was one of those one-toilet and one-sink bathrooms where you had to lock the door. And thank goodness that no one was already inside. Holly barged in, closed and locked the door behind her, and immediately started gagging. Pausing, she decided to turn on the fan. To hide the noise of her loud and unattractive groans while she threw up her latest meal, and to hide the smell. Morning sickness. Well, thankfully it's only in the early morning, right?

every time she thought she was done, she'd gag a little more. When she was finally done and emptied, she felt hungry again. "Dammit," she murmured, gargling water and popping in some mints. "I don't have time for this." Fixing her hair and making sure she smelt entirely like cheap bathroom soap, she left the bathroom, the looked around. Ben was waiting outside, and no one looked like they heard Holly's episode in the other room. Phew!

running behind Ben, she pulled out her phone. "A walk? But I have Nick's car here... I guess I'll send him a text and tell him to get it himself?" Again, before a responce, she started punching the keys to spell out "WALKING HOME WITH BEN. YOUR CAR IS AT OZ DINER. ALL YOURS! :)" And clicked send. Holly looked back at Ben and studied his face. She was nervous, anxious, and just wanting to get it over with. But where to start? She could already tell he wanted to avoid her "talk" and she understood. She wanted to do that too, but now she means business. Even though she's terrified.

[BENJAMIN AYER JONES]

'BENJAMIN JONES'

White lace, gold beads,
I'm 'a run it like a marathon;

0066FF

Ben watched the anxious Holly squirm as she made her way to the bathroom, probably had to pee... if she didn't this morning. "I'll be sitting on the bench out there,"

[/color] he yelled after her, avoiding the eye contact with anyone in the diner. At the moment, he was slowly getting out of the mood for anything, he didn't want to be anywhere, he just wanted to go home and sleep the day away. Standing up, Ben pushed his arms close to his body and made his way to the door silently, hair hanging over his eyes and his shoulders slumped over. Making way out the door, Ben looked around the area while the light cold wind blew his hair to the right. No one was out, lights were on in all the stores while shadows of people roamed the dull aisles.

Leaning against the wall next to the door, Ben glanced to the bench and decided against sitting down for now. He'd wait until he got home, all because he wouldn't be able to get back up out of being lazy. Pulling his cold arms back into his sleeves, Ben crossed his arms and waited for Holly to finish her girl business. She should have been done soon, it doesn't take a girl that long to pee, does it? School, a prime example... girls go into the bathroom as groups. Almost rarely is it a single girl. 'That makes me curious, what the fuck would they have to talk about in there?'[/color] he thought with a small snort of a laugh. Guys didn't go in groups, they would talk OCCASIONALLY if that at all.

Blinking and glancing over to the door, Holly emerged from the building. He could smell coffee and breakfast foods bursting out of the place... how it smelt so much like a city block on a good-day. Standing tall, he looked down towards Holly as she texted her brother, Nick, who Ben believed didn't like him whatsoever. He was a nineteen year old boy, who stayed back a year in school, and hung out with his sister. Was Ben a bad influence? Obviously. He did drugs, he drank, partied more than going to school, fights with teachers and his father. Of course he'd be a bad influence.

"Ready to go?"[/color] he asked quietly while moving his hands to his pockets, he wanted to get home, up to his room, fall on the bed, and just relax while they 'talked'. His feet dragged him into a walk, his house wasn't too far off and all he could hope right now is that his father was at work and was going to be at work for the next six hours. He'd get the nasty argument later. Maybe he'd argue up a storm, maybe his father would kick him out? No... he'd torture his own flesh and blood and make him stay in the house until he was aloud to leave.

"... So, what did you want to talk to me about?"[/color] Ben didn't glance down towards her and just kept his eyes forward. He wanted to know what she wanted to tell, he wanted to hear about that she wanted to 'talk about'. He just didn't didn't want it to be bad news.

Notes:[/color] Well, my attempt could have been better .__. I completely rambled.[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[HOLLY KAELEIGH FAYETTE]

*HOLLYKAELEIGHFAYETTE,

I am a weapon of massive consumption
IT'S NOT MY FAULT
it's how I'm programmed to function

standing still in the cold wasn't really Holly's thing, even though she was technically born in December. She wanted the sun to come out, a warm her up, because she was feeling so numb right now. So very numb. "Yup, I'm ready," Holly hummed, sticking her pallid hands in her sweatshirt pockets. She started walking along with Ben, staring at the cracks in the concrete. She never imagined that she'd really have Ben all to herself to be able to tell him what happened. When she panicking after the fourth pregnancy test, she imagined calling Ben on the phone and calmly saying 'I'm having your baby'. But Isabella forbid Holly from calling Ben or texting him until she told him in person. She insisted to Holly that it would be like breaking up over phone--the absolute wrong thing to do. Holly hated when Isabella was right.

pain filled Holly's heart when she heard Ben ask her what she wanted to talk about. Holly hid the troubled feeling that was radiating off of her, with a bittersweet, halfhearted laugh. "Oh, you know me," she started, not knowing where it was going. She kept babbling on. "I love to talk. And you're a great listener, did you know that?" She pulled a loose hair out of her face and behind her ear. This was good. Holly was standing strong, and finally speaking. Maybe everything would be fine. Maybe Isabella was right, it was best to tell him in person. Maybe she's just been dreaming for the past month, and soon she'd wake up and everything would be back to normal.

except for the fact that her belly looked bigger than usual, her morning sickness and all those positive tests. That was all evidence that proved that there would be no waking up any time soon. Holly kicked a rock, close her eyes and wished that it would turn into something crazy, like an purple apple or something. She opened her eyes to watch the rock, unchanged, falling to the ground. Yeah, she was still in reality, damn. She kicked another rock and watched it hit the side of a building. She sighed quietly to herself, a puff of visible air trailing out of her mouth.

alright. Ben was getting impatient, she could tell. She braced herself, hoping she could finishing telling the story at his place, if his dad wasn't there. According to Ben, his dad was Satan in the flesh, and abused Ben verbally and physically. Holly only met the man once, but not enough to see him ever lay a hand on Ben or even say anything rude or vulgar to him. Maybe he only beats his son at home? Guilt started to work up into Holly's veins as she realized something more: This whole thing would just add to his pain. There was no avoiding that. The only thing she could do to help him, is to get it over with.

keeping her numb hands in her pockets and her pace a little slower, Holly looked up to face Ben. "Hey, do you remember that party last month?" She swallowed. Her throat went dry, and her mind was repeating itself like a broken record. Speak. Speak. Speak! Holly needed to speak. "That was like the last time we saw each other until now... Well, besides passing each other in the halls." The entire time she was talking, she could only think of one thing: This was the beginning of the end.

[BENJAMIN AYER JONES]

'BENJAMIN JONES'

White lace, gold beads,
I'm 'a run it like a marathon;

Do you remember that party? Oh god, he could only start guessing what that meant, specially adding that they haven't really seen each other until now. He could only start guessing... pregnant? Was he infected with something? Did anyone see them? He just couldn't even begin, he couldn't deal with this right now but it was Holly. She explained that he listened to her and took the time to listen to her, which was true. Ben loved her unconditionally, as a friend, but he just couldn't see himself as anything closer. That one night stand wasn't anything... right?

Keeping his cool, Ben stopped at the front door of his house and offered her the first step's in. His father's truck was gone, meaning he was at work and wouldn't be home for a while. "Yeah... been a while hasn't it,"

[/color] he smiled just slightly, but didn't let it come out even more while he walked into the dull looking house. It looked like his grandparents old apartment in New York. Aka, that floral pattern with light pinks, and greens, mixed with white and a nasty brown color from too much use. The area smelt like a man who hasn't showered mixed with Ben's axe and the light smell of a farm. He never realized how disgusting the rest of the house was compared to his room.

"Eh... let's go to my room, It's a tad gross in here,"[/color] his eyes moved around the room before he walked off towards his room. It was hard to not just flat out ask her those questions, if something happened with that one night stand. Was her dad sending her away? No, that would have happened already. Was she pregnant? NO. He thought she was on birthcontrol, at least that's what went around the school. When a girl went on it, it meant new 'territory' has opened with his tiny group of friends. Maybe they wanted to trick him? He couldn't think about her being pregnant... the town would either shun them both, he would be killed, or she would be sent away or told to abort the baby.

A sudden stop, Ben held the doorknob while letting his head tilt down. Her stomach had gotten a little bigger, but that could have been bloating from a period or something, right? "...Holly, are you okay?"[/color] his voice was quiet while he turned around to face her. His body propped against the door while he looked up and stared her almost clearly in the eyes. "Something isn't right,"[/color] he closed his eyes slowly and crossed his arms in a small type of defense. "...Come here,"[/color] motioning his head, to the place next to him. She needed to be close to him while they talked, he had a feeling that if this news was bad, he'd need her right there. [/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]