1: GO RAIDERS GO!!!


"Oh my god! Oh my god!!! What do I do? What do I do???" Billie Joe cried, pacing back and forth with his hands on his hips. He ran back to his perfectly spotless dresser and slowly gazed over at the pregnancy test.

It was still positive.

Billie gave out a high pitched scream and ran to the other side of the room. He stopped suddenly and gave out a dramatic sigh, trying to get calm.

"Just tell her Billie!" Mike cried as he painted his nails a lovely pink color.

"Yeah, seriously!" Tre called out, holding his pitch-black eyeliner in one hand and his little compact mirror in the other.

Billie gave out a cry of frustration and spun around to face his friends. "I can't guys!! It's just to risky! She'll leave me! She won't put up with this!" Billie spun around and ran into the bathroom bawling very loudly. "Why did this have to happen??? Why!?!?"

Mike sighed and got up out of Billie's bed. He walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder in comfort.

"Oh dear! It'll be fine! Now---oh look," He began, grabbing tissue paper from the counter. "--You're ruining your make-up!" Mike got the piece of tissue wet and dabbed it around Billie's eyes, cleaning up his bleeding mascara. "Now, you just need to remain calm okay?" He said, cupping Billie's face with his hands.

Billie looked up at him with tears in his wide green eyes, his dark eyebrows showed off his fear, slanting slightly down the middle of his face. Worry lines began to appear on his forehead as he grew more worried. His heart was pounding out of time and his head felt like it was about ready to burst! He felt faint-- and his face was awfully pale.

"But how do it--when do I--" Billie cried, not knowing what to do.

"Just go down those stairs and tell her! Try to be calm; casual." Mike said.

"Casual?" Billie asked, stunned. "CASUAL!! How am I supposed to act casual at a time like this!?!?!"

Tre looked over at them and rolled his eyes as he began applying lipgloss.

"Listen Billie, Just do it! I'll stand right there if you want me to!" Mike told him with a smile.

Billie looked at him and sighed. "Well.....okay...but only if you're right there!"

Mike agreed and before Billie knew it, all three of them were walking quietly down the stairs like little agents, hiding from their suspects; spying closely. As they traveled down the stairs the noise of that nights football game roared over the television down in the living room. Occasional 'WOOTS!' and 'GO RAIDERS GO!'  where heard above the cheering and frequent annoucements being made on the screen.

Billie looked worriedly at Mike as they stood about 10 feet from the living room. Mike nudged him gently ahead about 5 feet which made him give out a high pitched scream, although it came out softer than the one upstairs.

Suddenly it grew very quiet and the only thing being heard in the room was Billie's heart racing and the football game going on in the background. Adrienne, Claudia, and Britney stared at them, beer bottles and chips piled up on the table in front of the three. They were all wearing Raiders jerseys, black makeup on their cheeks that formed thick lines looking very much like native americans--but obviously buzzed from the beer, they were all wearing black eye patches on their left eye, and they were obviously annoyed because of the distraction from the game. Adrienne sighed and paused the television, almost thankful that she had gotten DVR.

Adrienne stared at Billie. "Billie, what the hell do you want? You know I don't like to be bugged when me and the guys are watching a football game!! The score is 23 to 27!! The Raiders are falling behind by 4 points!! Of all people in the world i thought YOU would understand!!"

"For pete's sake guys!!" Claudia cried. "Russell has the ball!! 20 seconds left in the game! They could win this!!!"

Billie stared at them. "Um...I'm sorry but...uh..Adrienne, can I talk to you for a minute? It's kinda important..."

Adrienne sighed and got up out of her chair, placing her beer bottle on the table. "This better be quick!"

Adrienne, Billie, Mike, and Tre quicky walked over to the kitchen in silence. When they arrived Adrienne was standing in front of the fridge, her arms crossed in front of her. Billie stood in front of Adrienne, Mike and Tre behind them. Adrienne peered over at them.

"Uh, can't they just go away for a minute so we can talk alone??" Adrienne asked getting impatient. She was obviously referring to both Mike and Tre, and they knew she was. Billie sighed.

"But Adie he--" Mike began.

Billie waved a hand in front of Mike. "It's okay, just go. I can do this on my own."

"Are you sure?" Tre asked with wide eyes.

Billie nodded. "Yeah, I'll be okay."

After Tre and Mike wandered off into a different room, Adrienne looked back at Billie waiting for him to speak.

"Well...." Billie began. "I don't know how to say this and...I don't know how well you will react to this but....I'm just gonna get it out..." Billie sighed, gathering up the courage he had to say this. ".....I'm pregnant."

 

that was great, Chelsea.
billie....pregnant.
that would be very interesting.

heheheehhehhehe!!!
thanks Jen!!

Oh wow.  I can tell this will be very interesting, well done.  Can't wait for more.

hehehehe thanks Faye!!! more soon!

Woo!  Can't wait for more!

i was writing some of ch 2 earlier

Woo!  Will you post it soon?

i think so. maybe Friday or Saturday  

--Last edited by Cheerio.Chelsea. on 2007-09-12 17:16:25 --

2: Two Weeks


In Adrienne's drunken state she appeared to be mad about the whole thing. Billie being pregnant wasn't her picture of a fun nine months. Not at all. But she was drunk. She was a complete different person when she was drunk.

 She yelled at him and told him how disappointed she was with him. After all, he was the one that should've kept a big box of condoms stored in their closet! Billie told her that she was the one who insisted that night not to grab one of those condoms and said that's not how a 'party inside of the pants' works! She disagreed and told him that she would never say that but---after all she was drunk. And like I said before, she was a complete different person when she was drunk.

 "I cannot believe you Billie! How could you let this happen? How?" Adrienne cried, adding a little bit of slurs to her words.

 "Well.....you....and I....well...yeah..." Billie told her, looking slightly down to the floor. What he really meant to say was, Hello??? What do you mean, how? We had sex, I got pregnant! Duh!

"Well....uhhh....uhh...uhh..." Adrienne mocked. She stared at him for a long while and finally said, "You better get rid of it, and soon! Do you understand?"

"But Adie!" Billie cried. "This is our baby!!"

Adrienne sighed. "Well that's too bad! You have two weeks." She told him, raising up two fingers. "Count them. 1....2."

"But--"

Adrienne got closer to him. "Listen...honey. I'm gonna give you two weeks to get rid of this." She pointed to his stomach. "And if it's not gone by then, I'll be gone instead so....it's either me, or the baby. Choose quickly."

Billie stared at her in disbelief.

"Now I'm gonna watch the rest of the game with the guys, got it? No more disruptions."

With that, Adrienne spun around and headed back to the living room, grabbed her 6th beer from the table, and sat down to watch the rest of the game.

Billie stared at the kitchen counter, his eyes watery from crying. Pretty soon his mascara will be bleeding down his face again; the 4th time he's cried that night.

How could he kill his own baby? He knew he couldn't. But---he didn't want to loose Adrienne either. So maybe she could be a jerk once in awhile, most of it is when she's drunk. In reality, when she's sober, she's the sweetest person in the world. But she was drunk 80 percent of the time, probably 15 hours a day. She drank all of the time, leaving beer bottles sit in every corner of the house. She left them for Billie to clean up. Yeah, she did work. If you call sitting on your ass all day watching the television work. She did nothing but complain all day and acted as if every little thing was Billie's fault.

Now he was forced to choose between the love of his life and the little baby he always wanted to have---in two weeks. Just two weeks.

So deciding that crying wasn't going to do any good, Billie walked back up the stairs slowly to find Mike and Tre just as he heard Claudia, Britney, and Adrienne shout 'YEAH!' from the living room. The Raiders have apparently won the game.


"So....what did she say?" Mike asked as Billie entered his room. Billie sighed and tossed himself onto his bed, covering his face with a pillow. This wasn't going to be good.... Billie shouted something from underneath the pillow and Mike frowned walking closer to him.

"What was that, Bill?" He asked, worried that he became deaf suddenly.

Billie throw the pillow aside which hit Tre across the head. "Hey! You totally just ruined my perfect pedicure!"

Billie and Mike ignored him as usual.

Billie sighed once more. "I have two weeks."

Mike stared at him with a confused expression spread on his rather box-shaped head. Sorry Mike, I just had to say it.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

Billie groaned. "I have two weeks Mike! Two weeks to get rid of the baby!"

"What!?!?" Mike and Tre shouted at the same time. "Why?" Mike asked.

"I don't know guys. I really don't know."

"Well, what would happen if you didn't do it?" Mike asked.

"She said she would leave me."

"Jeez...." Tre said. "Claudia wasn't like that when I was pregnant. In fact, she was really supportive through the whole process."

"Yeah...well look at her now." Mike said, an inch above a whisper.

"Excuse me!?!?" Tre asked in an angry tone. "It's not like Britney's any better!!"

Mike gasped and before Tre could say anything else, Mike slapped him across the face; hard.

Tre gasped, his hand covering the red hand print that was now embroidered to his almost  pale face. "Oh, so Mikey boy! You wanna bitch fight do ya? Well....you asked for it!" Tre suddenly lunged toward Mike, sending them off Billie's bed and onto the floor. Tre, who was on top of Mike, slapped him across the face as hard as he could. Mike let out a cry of pain and pushed Tre off of him, sending him clear to the another side of the room. His body hit the wall before he rolled to the floor.

Mike ran to the other side of the room, picked up one of his high heels and charged toward Tre, screaming like the Native Americans gone wild. He swung the high heel at Tre but Tre grabbed Mike's hand before it hit his face and pushed the high heel toward Mike as Mike tried pushing it towards Tre.

Tre somehow managed to unhook the high heel away from Mike's grasp.

"HA HA!!" He shouted, feeling victorious. Tre began to run towards Mike but Mike grabbed Tre's left foot with his hands, and Tre fell to the floor like a magnet. Mike then crawled towards Tre and tried to pry his high heel out of his hands.

"GIVE. IT. BACK. TRE! IT'S. MINE!!!" Mike shouted trying to pull the high heel out of Tre's hands.

"NEVER YOU....YOU MONKEY'S BUTT!!!" Tre shouted back pulling the high heel towards him.

"YOU BETTER GIVE IT BACK TRE!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS COST ME?!?!"

"PHSSST! YEAH RIGHT! YOU COULDN'T AFFORD THEM LET ALONE LOOK GOOD IN THEM WITH YOUR GIANT DUCK FEET!"

They continued to pull the high heel toward themselves and insulted each other left to right as Billie stared at them in disbelief.

This was gonna be a looooong day....  

--Last edited by Cheerio.Chelsea. on 2007-09-16 20:12:06 --

This is sooo good!  I love it!