$36.40 to have your life destroyed. {M-ish}, [Daemon {x} Breezy] That's a low price!

[Breezy]

Three weeks ago, the biggest mistake of Gabriella Brant's life occurred. She had sex, unprotected and drunkenly. She didn't remember it, she was only told be her best girlfriend later that she had. Her period was late. By three days. Three WHOLE DAYS. Her period had never been late since she was fourteen. Gabriella was currently sixteen, which wasn't exactly the way she planned on having sex. She wanted marriage first. Gabriella's head was reeling. On the inside she was falling into the dark abyss.

'what have I done?'
Thank god for her personal bank account. She practically ran down the street to the bank and got forty dollars out. She shoved her sunglasses onto her face and began the walk down the street to the supermarket. Briskly walking, Gabriella's blue eyes found themeselves looking right ahead at her doom. The pregnancy tests. Other items in the aisle were pads and tampons (things Gabriella SHOULD'VE been buying), toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoos and conditioners, deoderants and condoms (which she should've insisted on).

She picked up as many boxes as forty dollars could buy her and got in the line furtherest away from the express lane. Gabriella didn't want people to see her buying pregnancy tests. She was the daughter of a preacher, it wouldn't look good. Gabby smiled weakly at the woman at the cash register as she scanned the items that could lead to the possible destruction of her life.
"Thats $36.40 please." the woman said, her professionalism made Gabby's day. That she didn't judge her for buying them.

Gabby made her way home faster than anticipated. It must have been the subcouncious notion of trying to find out whether she was pregnant or not faster. Gabby flung the door open, her parents weren't home. That was good. She needed her privacy. She breathed in heavily and took off to the bathroom. She followed the instructions carefully.
Pee on the stick.
Time for two minutes.
Look at result. Two lines equal positive result. One equal negative result.

Gabby crossed her fingers as she finished doing all the tests she had bought. She breathed in and out, almost hyperventalating.
"Please be negative. PLEASE be negative." she chanted. Her breathing was irregular, waiting for the inevitable answer. It had to be negative. It just HAD to be. She couldn't handle a baby.

Her mobile phone went off, signifying two minutes, though to Gabby, it felt much longer. Gabby took in another deep breath, she held it in as she looked at the answer to the first test. She peeked one eye open.
Two DISTINCT lines.

"Maybe I read it wrong." she said as she looked at the instructions again, picking them up with a shaky hand. 'Two lines equal postitive result' she read.
"Well it has a 99% accuracy. Maybe I was that one percent." she told herself as she picked up the other tests. All positive.

She began to try, everytime the tears flowed harder as she read every result. She reached down to her phone, wiping her tears away to try and clear her vision as she texted her best friend.

"Coomee ovdr now. i ned u." she texted to Quen. Her spelling accuracy, shattered from the blurred vision through her tears. She pressed send.

How was she going to tell everyone that she was pregnant?

[Daemon]

Quentin Dennis was an ordinary guy. He wasn’t very tall or short, neither obese nor anorexic. He didn’t grow out his hair, stripe it blond and spike it up with gel so it stuck out a metre from his scalp. (His hair, he would point out, because nobody ever noticed, was brown). No best mate was there to spend an afternoon kicking a footy with him, nor to spend an evening playing war games on his Playstation 3. Quen’s closest friend was Gabriella Brant. The most recent, exciting thing he had done was go out to a party with her and some other classroom associates. Pfft. Exciting, yeah. He didn’t even drink enough to get drunk.

Quen had an ordinary family. He had two older sisters; one of whom, Sasha, was almost ready to move out of home and into her own den. The other, Rhiannon, was nosey, loud, up with the latest trends, and always in everyone’s face (mainly Quen’s). “Who’s that Gabriella girl? She your bitch?”

He would snap at her: “Gabby’s a friend. Just a friend, OKAY?” And that would be it. No need to remind her that Gabby was the preacher’s daughter. Then Rhiannon would remind him that Gabby was converting his religion. Quen’s family rarely spoke about religion. Sure, they had Easter, they shared Christmas presents with the extended family, but they hadn’t been to a church in years.

His parents, both of them, worked late nights. They brought him food, they let him sleep, and what else did they need to provide? Quen couldn’t wait until his damned school life was finished. There was never enough room for good drama amongst the tedious dreariness of school. His grades were average, too…

Quentin looked away from a boring soap opera on the TV, startled, when his phone went off. He hadn’t found himself a good ringtone – it was set to the default. He drew it from his pocket and flipped it open – there was only one person who texted him often. Gabby. What could she want?

"Coomee ovdr now. i ned u."

Quen frowned at the illegible message, his dark eyebrows contracting. He sent right back: “be right there.” Curiosity overtook him, and he sat motionless for a while before realizing he had to get up. Striding to his room for whatever reason he wasn’t sure, he pulled on some better shoes and bolted outside. Something was definitely wrong; with this thought, he pulled out his mobile again and sent another text: “r u ok?”

He used to ride his bike to school, sometimes, so he went over to the shed and pulled it out along with his helmet. Damn being sixteen, he thought. I haven’t even got my darn Learners yet. Quen got onto his bicycle and pedaled out the front gate, keeping one hand on his pocket, awaiting Gabby’s reply. Perhaps this evening would be interesting for him, after all. He knew the local streets well, and soon enough he was on Gabby's street.

[Breezy]

The moment she pressed send a new wave of tears and shuddering overwhelmed Gabby. The cold tiles made her ever so freezing. It chilled her to the bone. She truly was in an emotional state of mind at the present. She leaned over the toilet to throw up. Soon her phone chimed.

"JUST DANCE! GONNA BE OKAY---" How could everything be okay when you just found out your going to be a mother at just sixteen? She read the text, widening her eyes to try and get a clear vision to read it. Quen was on his way. It made her feel both better and worse. Her best friend was about to find out about how she had gotten pregnant.

Once again, this thought forced her to lean over the toilet. Surely her stomaches contents should be empty by now. Gabby grabbed toilet paper and wiped her face and mouth, to no avail, the tears kept flowing. She grabbed the used tests and threw them away from her. They scattered all over the floor, one even landing in the sink. Another managed to make a crack in the mirror.

Once again, her phone went off.
"r u ok?" was what it said, it took Gabby half a minute to decipher it through her tears. She once again broke out into sobs. Whenever she was crying and someone asked her what was wrong Gabby would immediatly cry harder, as if they were telling her it was okay to cry at them.

"Noo. gts falin aqart." She texted, she was sure it's legability was impossible. But Quen was a smart boy. Surely he could figure out that she was saying 'No. It's falling apart." Indeed her life was falling apart. But telling someone your pregnant over text message wasn't the smartest thing to do. Gabby remembered she had left the front door open but had remembered to close the screen door. She wished that the door could stay closed. That way she wouldn't have to face the world about this.

Gabby was never one for confrontation. She never liked telling someone that the dress looked ugly. Or that she didn't eat steak. She would shuffle her feet and avoid eye contact and say the dress was pretty and would try and hide pieces of steak around the plate.

She remembered there being alot of comments about Quen and Gabby's relationship. No one believed nowadays that a boy and a girl could be friends with no romantic relationship involved. She cared for Quen as a brother, they had known each other for awhile now. Well enough that Gabby would trust him with the secret she now had to deal with.

Her bathroom door was open, she was hunched over the toilet while sitting on the floor. The tears now fell silently. Gabby would definiatly start audibly crying again once Quen got there, which should be any minute.

She was clueless. She felt like a four year old again who had no idea how the world worked. Ignorent and emotionally unstable.

"Pregnant." she said aloud. It was the first time she said it. She had been trying to deny the truth. Her appearance was now a mess. Her curly blonde hair was knotted from where she would run her hand through it. Her blue eyes, red and swollen, and more tears still loomed, dangerously threatening to fall. Her face was white from the blood rushing from her head, trying to heat up other parts of her body. Gabby's petite frame looked far different than it normally did, a healthy, pale and well toned body had been replaced with a sickly white, shivering, tiny and helpless one. It was hardly the image of Gabby that Quen would know.

She repeated the notion of running her hand through her hair, letting the freezing fingers linger on the few remaining places on her body that was still warm, the base of her neck.
She repeated herself once more.
"Pregnant."

[Daemon]

Quen’s phone blipped in his pocket; he skidded his feet against the ground to stop on the footpath, and he took it out. The message hardly made any sense. "Noo. gts falin aqart." Something was seriously wrong; what could prevent Gabby from typing out the right letters? Was she hurt, sick? A lump formed around his Adam’s apple at the thought. She must be by herself at home. He stared at the seemingly-random letters, his deep brown eyes widening and contracting as if seeing them differently would help him decipher the message.

It’s falling apart.

What…? What was falling apart? Quen couldn’t make head nor tail of the statement, except for that it signalled something very, very bad. He didn’t bother to stand his bike somewhere nice and scenic; he let it drop to the ground once he was at Gabby’s house. He hadn’t put on a helmet, either. Helmets were for maniacs who forgot them and died when their head was crushed by a toppled truck.

With his phone still in his hand, sitting static (since he didn’t need it anymore), staring more at it than where he was going, he strode to the front door and tried the screen door. It was closed, but he raised a hand and peered through the mesh to see that the main door was wide open. Quen didn’t ring the doorbell; this situation called for a dramatic door-knock. He knocked on the screen door; it didn’t sound loud enough, so he hit it harder. “Gabby?” he called. “Gabby! I’m here!”

The screen door was unlocked, so he let himself in. Gabby… When he thought of her name, so too did he think of her in his head – vibrant and lean, with that head of twirly blonde hair and those strong blue eyes. He didn’t know what to expect, though, when he stepped into her home. He tried not to imagine her, like, dying or something. But what did “it’s falling apart” signify?

“Gabby? Where are you?” Turned out there was no-one home except her, thankfully. He was sure he would have been asked to move outside and calm down by her parents, the way he had barged in. And the one thing Quen never wanted to do was cross her parents. He knew her house almost as well as he did his own; Gabby was the only friend he had visited more than once at their home.

The light in the bathroom was on – that’s right, he’d seen it from the footpath. So Quen hurried down the hall and rapped on the bathroom door. “Gabby! I’m here. You all right?”


{ooc}
Fun fact, completely off the point: Daemon, although he is a guy, has had a lingering crush on Yami Yugi. <3 ;D

[Breezy]

Gabby could hear Quen shouting from the front door. She wanted to shout back to him but her throat was hoarse from crying. She mustered up all she could inside her.
"Iiiin heereee." She tried to yell, but it only came out as a murmer. She would have looked so much better if she wasn't in the cold bathroom. She needed heat and warmth.

It was then that Quen knocked on the bathroom door. Gabby crawled to the door, her body quaking as she tried to use what strength she had left. It was almost like she was going into panic, she kept herself together and pulled herself up to reach the door handle. She reached it and opened it. There stood Quen.

"Quen." she whispered as loudly as her throat would allow. She clutched her stomach, as if trying to protect the baby she had inside of her, as she slumped back to the floor. She positioned her arms leaning on her knees to hold her head up. The pregnancy tests were clearly visible, the crack in the mirror was now reflecting Quen's expression. Gabby didn't have the heart to look at his face.

"Why did it happen to me?" she asked, her voice becoming louder but it still sounded like it hurt to talk. "Why couldn't it be some other girl?
Is God punishing me?" Gabby said. She knew religion was a touchy subject with Quen, with his family an all, yet this just slipped out. Gabby lowered her right hand to her stomach once more.

"A baby," she whispered, in her lowest tone yet. "can't be in my life." It couldn't possible be. The shock that had overtaken Gabby's body was still present, her body still so fragile, her mind was even more so. She wasn't thinking clearly nor logically. Her thoughts jumped from one topic to another.

She finally looked at Quen. She breathed in deeply, her red and swollen eyes trying their best to get a good look at him. Gabby let out the breath she had been holding onto and breathed in again. She repeated the notion several times.

"I'm pregnant Quen." she said finally, her voice finally pulling itself back together. "What do I do?" she asked. If Quen thought her body was fragile, her face brought new meaning to the word. Her heart was broken, she hadn't planned on having sex before marriage and then when she was just sixteen she 'did it' when she was drunk. Gabby was most afraid of what her parents would say. Their innocent, moral compass was pregnant.

Ooc: It's cause he is majorly sexy 8D

[Daemon]

The bathroom door opened, a weak swaying instead of a strong swing. Gabby whispered his name and slumped to the cold bathroom floor. Quen took it in, all at once: the cracked mirror, the many tests strewn across the floor, and her grief-filled face. She looked an absolute mess. Like she was... falling apart. Too stunned to speak, he lowered himself to the floor so that their eyes were level. Some sort of belated, distant relief filled him that she wasn’t hurt. Or was she?

Gabby explained in a feverish, hoarse-throated babble. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, not that Quen would have enjoyed looking into them: they were more red than blue, at the moment. His pulse began to race, violently, as she reached her conclusion. Pregnant.

“Ffff... far out.” The swear word nearly slipped out, but swearing at her in this predicament of hers would be a bad idea. “Gabby, calm down.” He raised his hands, wary of touching her. Quen was always careful around girls, always. He knew they paid attention to small details, and in such an emotional state as Gabby was obviously in, he wasn’t sure if touching her - taking her hand, rubbing her shoulder – would be either helpful or awkward. He put his hand on her shoulder anyway. She had requested he come, so he wouldn’t just sit around and pretend to help.

Quen sighed: it seemed Gabby had taken a while to settle. “Lucky your parents aren’t home, right?” He didn’t know what else to say, so he looked around the bathroom instead of meeting her despairing eyes. The weight of her revelation smashed upon him all at once; putting his free hand over his eyes, the consequences trickled through his mind like cold ice. “Far. Out. Are you sure?”

It was a pointless question (duh). A lot of pregnancy tests were thrown around. He hadn’t ever seen one used before (duh) so he didn’t bother looking at the closest one. Quen forced himself to gaze at Gabby. She seriously looked messed up. The image of her in his head was cracked like the mirror; he could only bring up the vision of her... falling apart. Ghostly pale. Very mussed-up hair, swollen eyes, absolutely shattered. Though her appearance must have been nothing compared to how she must feel on the inside.

“I don’t know what you should do, Gabs, I’m serious. I’m a guy. I’m pretty sure that you’re screwed.” He winced and grimaced. “I’m sorry.” Quen was a guy, and he knew it was because of that that one of his shortcomings was a difficulty in understanding girls – even one who was his best friend. “I do know, though, that we should tidy up you and the bathroom before your parents get home.”

Frr..far out. Seriously. Quentin had no idea what he should do to comfort Gabby. This felt like, like... an excerpt from a cheap soap opera. But it was cruel, and real, and Gabby’s entire future was at stake.

[Breezy]

Gabby was calming down, she had stopped shaking. She continued to take deep breaths, it seemed to be the most calming thing for her to do. It also gave her a clear head to think with. Gabby felt Quen put his hand on her shoulder, it made her feel close to someone compared to the distant person she had been before Quen had arrived. She put her hand on top of it.
"Thank you." she said to him, her voice sounding more collected now.

Her parents. Oh God. The doom was impending. Her parents would probably have the whole farm instead of the standard cow. She didn't know what to say to them. The question kept running through her mind.
'How do I tell them I got pregnant when I was drunk?' She just kept breathing despite her spiked heartbeat.
"Of course I am sure. I checked, double checked and reread the instructions." Gabby told him. "It's fine. I brought it upon myself anyway. I just don't know how to handle it" she said, telling herself what felt like the cold hard truth. She WAS screwed. And she didn't know how to handle it. A baby wasn't in her plans but there was no way she would have an abortion. Even her parents would tell her not to after they killed her for getting pregnant in the first place. Everything had changed in the matter of two minutes and the cost of $36.40.

She finally looked around at the bathroom, it wouldn't go down well with her parents. She looked at her shaky watch, about half an hour until they got home. T-30 and counting.
"Your right." Gabby picked herself up, her legs a little shaky still and began to pick up all the pregnancy tests and she closed the toilet lid and flushed it. She didn't know how she would explain the cracked mirror. But it was lucky that her parents had an ensuite, so this bathroom was only used by her and guests.

She but the tests into the big and tied the bag into a knot, and put it in a cupboard.
"They can stay there for now." she told herself aloud. Her hand went to her head, running through her hair once more, it had always been a habit of hers to do that when she was either stressed or confused. In this case, it was both. She needed to get herself in check. How she would do it, she didn't know. Maybe she could just lie down in her head with a cloth over her eyes to both warm her up which would both return her skin colour to it's proper paleness and and help reduce the swelling. This would clean her up physically, mentally she was already adjusting. She was feeling like herself again, even if it was only in mind. She told the plan to Quen.
"Stay with me?" she asked.

[Daemon]

Quen stood up when Gabby did, ready to catch her if she was to fall... (apart again). Her steps were a little wobbly, a little unbalanced. She flushed the toilet; he thought, shit, she’s been throwing up. No wonder she looks like, well, crap. But was the throwing up from the shock of her discovery, or the actual pregnancy? Quen still found it hard to look at her, finding it very challenging to grasp the fact that his sixteen-year-old best friend was pregnant. Truly bloody pregnant.

In the movies, it was usually the hicksy town girl who got knocked up... now this would give those stories a run for their money – the preacher’s daughter was knocked up instead.
“Sure, I’ll stay,” Quen answered immediately. “I’ll help you handle it. Remember, I’m always here for you.” It was mushy, but he had said it to Gabby before. She was his closest friend, and he would always be on her side. He wouldn’t leave her by herself in this state. Except, he wasn’t looking forward to the confrontation she would have with her parents. Unless she wasn’t planning to tell them.

Morals clashed here, religious morals. Quen screwed up his nose at the thought. He wanted to say to Gabby, loudly and pointedly, that bloody God had nothing to punish her for. Punish her for sex before marriage, maybe, but the sex itself and the conception itself were so close together it didn’t make any difference. Also, her parents would kill her when they found out. It was just an expression, but it would run close to the truth.

“I guess abortion is out of the question,” Quen said shiftily, sticking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “It’s the only thing that can kinda make the baby, erh, go away.” The bathroom was really cold. Quen rubbed his bare forearms, wishing he had grabbed a jacket or even his favourite hoodie. He knew Gabby would never have rationally had sex with someone – right, she had been drunk. Had it been at that party? He remembered leaving without seeing her again. Sure, after he had had enough drinks, he had called up Sasha to take him home. It hadn’t been any sort of enjoyment without Gabby having a good time next to him.

“Listen, by when are your parents gonna be home?” he asked unenthusiastically. “I-I’ll stay,” he assured. “Just clean yourself up a bit more, you’re really pale. Get something to eat?” Quen wanted to help, he really did, but he had never needed to help out a pregnant teenager who was in danger of being attacked by her own parents.

[Breezy]

Gabriella smiled half at herself and half at Quen. Even if it was a small one. Quen was the easy one and she had thought it was the hardest thing. She breathed in once more, remembering to keep her breathing steady, she didn't want to ever be like she had been just minutes ago, ever again.
"Thank you Quen. Not only for staying short term. But thank you for not running away." she said. If she had told her female best friend she would have skipped in a heartbeat and Gabby knew it. "I know you will stay by my side during this."

Gabby understood just as well as Quen that the confronting of her parents would be a miracle if it was anything short of world war three. Almost monthly her father would bring home a story about some teenager who was knocked up. There would be a proud saying by her father 'But MY Gabby would never get into a predicament such as this.' Well. Gabby was going to cop it on the chin now. Her parents were going to kill her. If anyone knew Neil and Alice Brant, they would know how they would react to the news. Kill their daughter. Or close enough.

She was one who was mildly strong in faith. She believed God had a plan for everything, that he knew everything inside and out, that he created everything. Yet she was still centered around her adolecent life to focus on God every minute of it. Gabby was probably different to Quen in this way, their religious beliefs were different, Gabby had accepted it and didn't care. At the end of the day Quen was her friend.

"Yes. Abortion is out of the question. I don't want to baby to go away. It's heart is just about to beat this week. I have taken enough sex ed classes to know." why didn't she pay more attention in it?! "I don't have the heart needed to stop a fellow young heart." she said firmly, protectivly hiding her stomach behind both her arms. Gabby was upset about the circumstances of how the baby came to be created. She didn't know the father and didn't even remember him from that night. Gabby could hardly remember anything from that night at all anyway. Gabby shuddered, a party wasn't her idea of fun but she didn't want to be cooped up at home that night.

"They should be home in---" she said, checking her watch again to see if any passage of time had actually passed. "--- twenty eight minutes. And you know how punctual they are. They have never gotten to church later than 7:30am to help set up." Gabby never knew that her own parents could be the doomsday for her. "Yeah. I'll get something to eat once I get a jumper. Maybe I could make them something to soften them up a bit. But that might make them suspicious." she said pondering aloud. She grabbed her bathrobe off the hook as she walked out of the room to the kitchen, she grabbed an apple out of the bowl and began a raid on the rest of the kitchen while she ate the apple.

"Muffins, fruit salad, ravioli, ice-cream wedges." she listed. "Hot pudding crap." Gabby continued. She herself grabbed a slice of cheese out of the plastic wrap it was in and began to eat it along with the apple. Gabby had always had abnormal tastes in food. Maybe the pregnancy would actually turn her onto normal food.

Gabby's appearence was more collected now. Her hair was still a mess, her eyes were still red and her body slowly returning to normal from being out of the bathroom. Even through all this she had a small smile on her lips. It was a strange feeling. Being happy to have a baby conflicted with the shame and telling over everyone.

It was funny how a brand new life could ultimatly end the future and possibly social life of another. She voiced this to Quen.
"And I don't know why, but I kinda feel... happy and excited to have a baby." Gabby said. The shock of the pregnancy had worn off, but now it was the excitement and consequences that had replaced it equally, a carefully balanced scale that could tople over any minute. Fragality still lingered in Gabby's mind.

Ooc: OPTIONS FOR PARENTS:

A: You play them
B: I play them
C: We share them

I think C would be best non?

[Daemon]

Quentin followed Gabby as she went to get something to eat. Some of her happy, cheery self was gradually shining through again, although she looked very weak and sickly still. He knew she was very focused on religion and God, but her almighty lord had not helped her at all. She thought he was punishing her. Damn it, he wanted to say. Damn your religion for a moment – this is your future at stake. But Quen knew a lot better than to say that.

“Of course I wouldn’t have run away,” he said. “You would have fallen apart, yeah?” Considering Gabby had been apparently bawling her eyes out several minutes ago, she was fitting into a calmer frame of mind. His presence had done a lot to help, he knew. Quen wondered why she hadn’t called up one of her female friends. Perhaps Gabby didn’t need someone who would freak and bail out.

Sex education at school had always been greeted with giggles, muffled humour and crude jokes. It had been important, sure. And sure, Gabby would have paid attention, but he knew she would have always thought that she would never be so careless, so maybe she hadn’t paid enough attention, thinking such a tragedy as pregnancy would never befall her until she was married. Her pregnancy was a mistake; God shouldn’t come into it. But with her parents aboard, it would be all spoken about in terms of God and sin and whatever other stuff came into it.

“Sure, you’re happy,” Quen said with false enthusiasm. Weren’t you upset three minutes ago? Mood swing, he noticed. Must be the pregnancy. He tried not to stare when she protectively tightened her arms around her stomach. The morals of ending another life, small and undeveloped as it was, would totally discourage her from having an abortion. Hopefully, Quen speculated if she would miscarry. She probably wouldn’t, ‘cause she was so strong and healthy. He wondered who the father was. Who it might look like. As long as Gabby didn’t ask him to go around at school, surreptitiously asking all the guys who were at the party, whether they had… never mind. Quen pulled a face.

“Half an hour. Right,” Quen muttered, glancing at his bare wrist. He never wore a watch. He measured time in terms of where he should be: either school, home, or asleep under his covers. “How’ll you tell them? Straight out? Do you want me to say anything?” He honestly didn’t think anything could soften up Gabby’s parents – least of all the announcement of their daughter’s sudden pregnancy at the age of sixteen. He considered what she might say, distastefully watching her eat an apple and a slice of cheese together. Fresh fruit and dairy together would make him throw up.

{ooc}
Sure, that'll do fine. Share teh parents.

[Breezy]

"Yeah. Fall apart." Gabby said sheepishly. She avoided any eye contact with Quen for this remark. She was sure it must have been hard for him to see her like that. It was hard for her to break down like that. Gabby was almost like a light switch, changing personalities faster than she ever thought possible. Perhaps it was due to a hormone flip in her brain. T'was a mystery. Rebekkah was Gabby's female best friend, she was on the same boat as Gabby's parents. Teenage pregnancy was wrong. Yadda yadda yadda. Gabby had been the same. Until it happened to her. She would certainly never make that assumption again. In fact Bekky and Gabby had talked all night about the pros and cons about the topic once. They had eventually decided it wasn't ideal but hey, shit happens.

Gabby remembered sex ed quite well, she spent most of it folding paper airplanes with notes to Bekky in them. She did however paid attention once in awhile, they went through the entire week to week development of a baby, how a baby came to be, how to prevent a baby and STD's. Gabby hadn't really giggled but she did wonder why she was included in the topic. Back then her thoughts consisted of 'I'm a preachers daughter. Like that'll happen.' Gabby almost laughed at herself for thinking that now. 'Yeah. Real smart Gabby' she told herself mentally. She giggled to herself.

"Happy is a complicated word." Gabby replied to him. "It can mean ten thousand and one things and right now, many of them apply." she said. Happy wasn't the only emotion she was feeling. She decided to tell Quen. "I am feeling, happy elated, kind of proud of what is being created, but then there's" Gabby said, her voice turning into a darker tone and her eyebrows scrunching together to try and come up with the right words. "Shame, confused, angry, afraid, scary and frightened of what will happen." she told Quen. Gabby often realised that males were not able to feel as many emotions as women due to a womens complex mind. It was a scientific fact that females were different to men in the mind.

Miscarry. That was something that hadn't crossed Gabby's mind yet, it wouldn't for some time. Even then she would pray, pray, pray that it wouldn't happen. Gabby was also thinking what the baby would look like. She hoped like herself. Gabby was a sucker for the blonde hair and blue eyes, not only because it was apart of her own features. Gabby looked at Quen as his face changed into a sort of grimace. She had no intention of finding the father. It wouldn't do any good for her emotionally.

How to tell her parents. It was game time. Planning time.
"Hm. I should probably get the to sit down. Mum will probably fall over once she hears. Dad might attack you, being the closest male so you should probably stand behind me. Then I might just tell the the story. 'Mum, dad, I went out to a party a few weeks ago and I kinda got drunk and kinda did some things and now... iampregnant.' That should work?" Gabby said, half smiling. Alice would definiatly react better than Neil would. Even if it was shunning. There were a whole range of possibilities that could happen. They could, A. Ground her until she was four hundred and twenty six. B. Demand to know who the father was. C. (most likely) Blow up and yell at their daughter for being so careless and stupid and D. Kick her out.
"If you think you should say anything. Go for it. It would help me a lot and take some of the pressure off." Gabby said, trying not to force Quen into talking to her parents for her.

Gabby munched away on the apple, biting it a few times before throwing in a strip of cheese.
"You'd be surprised how good it tastes." she told Quen, raising her eyebrows at him while he looked at her food that looked rather unappealing. "You want to practise being my parents?" she asked, looking at her watch once more. She was going to be paranoid about the time and Gabby could feel it. She finished the strip of cheese and got the rest of the packet out. She was hungry, she hadn't eaten in a while and may as well eat what you like when you pregnant. Besides, dairy was healthy for developing bones of a certain foetus.

"Thanks again." Gabby said to Quentin, putting her hand on his once more. "I really do appreciate it. I promise to buy you a sports car once it's over." She grinned. Gabby was happy that she would have a friend thoughout this even if everyone else turned away from her at school.

Ooc: -pokes and prods- Which parents would you like? >D Mother or father?

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My posts keep getting longer XDD

[Daemon]

“Sure, you’re feeling really emotional,” Quentin said. “Aren’t all girls always full of multi-tasked emotions or something?” He ducked his head, very slightly, as if expecting to be hit. If he had said that to one of his sisters, oh boy, he would’ve copped a swipe to the head. No, even Gabby wasn’t always so over-run with conflicting emotions. It must be the pregnancy. Definitely the pregnancy.

It didn’t make Quen feel very enthusiastic when she said Neil, her father, might possibly attack him because he would be the closest male. Quen didn’t try to think of himself being attacked by a zealous preacher. A laugh bubbled out of his throat, and he stifled it so that it was only a snort. “I don’t want to sound freaked out,” he choked, “but I have a feeling your father might attack both of us. Yes, if you explain it honestly, it may work, I just don’t want to be in the firing line.” He smiled. “So, yeah, I’ll use my pregnant friend as a shield from her flabbergasted father when he hears the great news.”

He honestly couldn’t watch when she ate the apple and cheese slices together. Cheese should be only eaten by itself, or with bread or pasta. Apples were apples. No cheese needed. Still, Gabby went over and got the whole packet out. She would build up quite an appetite keeping her baby’s nutrients up to scratch. He remembered seeing documentaries and magazine articles about pregnant women who lost their svelte, lean bodies to growing a child inside of them, and who were never able to regain their slim physical splendour. The thought of Gabby, handing over the rest of her prime years and her fit body to looking after this child.

Quen grinned back at her when she mentioned the car/bribe. “Nice. I’d like that.” His hand tightened around hers and he shook it. “Deal.”

He sure hoped Gabby’s parents didn’t ask who the father was. In fact, they might just hear Gabby’s announcement, stare at Gabby’s best male friend for a second, and kill him for sullying their daughter. “Gabby?” Quen whispered, the laugh of five seconds ago dead. “They might think I’m the father.” Great. Then he told himself to stay positive. As Gabby had taken the news (not exactly with a pinch of salt), he knew her parents would react violently. He was there to help.

“Roleplaying your parents. Great,” Quen groaned, managing a pained smile at Gabby as he rubbed his face with the heel of his hand. “I don’t know what they’d do. Other than explode, so I’ll be Neil. Um, here we go. Let’s say you’ve just made that pronouncement...about being pregnant.” He decided to take the point of view of religion – it was surely what Neil would choose to rant about.

“Um.” Quen chortled and rearranged his expression. “Gabriella! Just – just pretended I’ve exploded or something here, and, like, tried to tackle you. You foolish girl! Your mother and I have raised you with values! And you are telling us you have thrown them away? Where is your sense? You have given in to sin! WHO IS THE FATHER?!” At this point, Quen couldn’t take it anymore. He fell back, chuckling. He wanted to grab an apple and stuff it into his mouth to stop himself from smiling.

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I don't mind, whichever one, but since I don't have as much knowledge of Gabby's parents, maybe the mother for moi?
Long replies are fine. Only Daemon can't equal your length, he's too busy! ;D

[Breezy]

Gabby scowled. She slapped him on the arm at his comment, even if it was true.
"You don't actually SAY that. It's what women say to sound important. Only we can say it." she said as her scowl changed into a smirk and once again made a point of sticking a strip of cheese in with a piece of apple, just to annoy him this time. Gabby hadn't been one for conflicting emotions, she was usually the type that was happy if she was happy and sad when she was sad. Gabby finally put her hands against the bench and pulled herself up onto the bench, which was fairly tall.

Gabby nodded at Quen when he spoke again.
"Hm. Yeah. He may attack me. Hm. Well. Maybe we can hide behind the chair when I tell them." she said, putting a thumb and index finger along the line of her jaw. "If worse comes to worse. We could always run." Gabby suggested optimistically. "Me? A shield? Hardly. I would be the most breakable one you could find. A tiny girl who has a kid in her uterus." she said, almost rolling her eyes at how pathetic she sounded. If someone had given the exact description to her she would have laughed. "I don't think daddy will hear it as great news. I think the only words he will head will be 'pregnant' and 'sex' everything else will just be a big jumbled word." Gabby said, almost laughing at the scenario.

Quen was worried about Gabby's figure. Who knew a man could actually do that. It was true that having a baby and pregnancy changed a womans body, but all to help, besides Gabby would have been more than happy to give up her frame for the baby. Though if she DID lose the figure she had inherited it wouldn't look natural. A small body with lumps of fat everywhere, her BMI would rise dramatically too. But Gabby had a fast metabolism which she was going to rely on to bounce back on.

Once the deal had been made Gabby smiled a crooked smile.
"Give or take a few decades. You might be in your eighties by the time you get it. You wouldn't want to put out a struggling teenage mother with no money and probably no home." she said, pouting at the sob story. She probably would be homeless. Neil might yell at her to get out. Alice wouldn't argue her father, the Brants were a family that believed females shouldn't cause conflict by disagreeing, even if Gabby didn't feel the same way.

When Quen voiced his concerns about Neil and Alice thinking he was the father, Gabby's face lit up. She would be asking much of him.
"That. Would. Be. AMAZING. It would also be like... the best thing ever to let them believe that. It'll mean they won't know that I had sex with some loser." she said, her mind already plotting how it would work without Quen's approval. Having a name to give her dad when he asked who the father was would be peachy in Gabby's books.

Quen began his rant as Gabriella's father. Almost immediatly she began to show signs of laughter being held in. She breathed in deeply trying to compose herself.
"No I haven't- I still have my senses! I- B-....QUEN." she shouted as she too back to laugh outragiously along with her friend. But her laughter was cut short. Her finely tuned ears had picked up the sound of a car in HER driveway. Her parents were early. Sure. They had never been late, but they had always been early or on time.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Sorry baby." Gabriella swore in whispers. She had apologised to the baby because not only was her voice rather disinguishable between the outside voices, but the baby could probably hear her too. "Craaaaaap." she said along with another long list of verbal cussing, each time apologising to the baby. She heard the car doors open. Not good. Not good at all.

She heard the front door open, quickly she removed her hand from her stomache.
"Gabriella! Honey? Where are you?" the booming voice of Neil echoed through the house, Gabby quickly through the cheese back into the fridge, her father would think something was up if he saw Gabby THAT hungry. Gabby ran her fingers through her hair, her mind was blank as to what room she was in.
"KITCHEN." she finally called. The thudding footsteps of wood got louder as they approched, along with the rustling of plastic bags which no doubt, had groceries in them. Suddenly the face of Neil Brant appeared, smiling, which faultered for a minute once he saw Quen but lit up once more when Gabby came into veiw.

"Pumpkin!" he said to his daughter, he had many nicknames for her, honey and pumpkin were just two. "We're having grilled chicken tonight. Once your mother gets started it shouldn't take long. She cooked the chicken last night remember?" Neil told Gabby who nodded at him. It was easy to see where the girls blue eyes came from. Neil's were the piercing blue that Gabby had, give or take a few shades. She hadn't, however, inherited her father's height or hair, which was jet black compared to her blond.

"Is your /friend/ going to stay for dinner?" he asked. He hadn't been fond of Quen and his friendship with Gabby, but for the sake of keeping the young girl happy he tolerated him.
"Yes." Gabby answered immediatly. Neil grunted, he had been hoping the answer was no. "And during dinner I have to- never mind." she began. But she couldn't bring herself to say it. She wasn't brave enough to. Her father just shrugged it off and told them to make themselves useful and set the table.

Ooc: Daddy is done >D

It doesn't matter, all you know is her name and her basic reaction ^^ And that she has that blonde curly hair of Gabby's XD

[Daemon]

Quentin considered being named as the father of Gabby’s child. He wouldn’t care at all. Only, he would be afraid for his life because saying so would double his own chances of being killed by Neil. And, the news would get around to his own parents, of course. What would they think? His sisters would call him a man-whore, no doubt about that. Would his parents care? Yes, they would, they would lecture him (not about the unprotected sex he would have had to have had, but about getting involved in serious relationships, lamely). They would handle the news. At least “you got your best friend knocked up” was easier to handle than “you got knocked up.” He resisted the urge to groan. Anything for Gabby. Anything to help out a friend.

Quen chewed on his lips as Gabby started to swear. His pulse skipped a beat both times a car door slammed in the driveway. Neil called loudly from the front door, and Quen watched Gabby throw the cheese back in the fridge and stare around blankly before shouting back “KITCHEN.” Neil Brant was a tall, imposing man. His blue eyes, more or less like Gabby’s, pierced Quen like a knife with their reluctant tolerance. When the man asked his daughter whether Quen was staying for dinner, Quen nearly smiled at Gabby’s immediate yes. He made a mental note to leave a message on his parent’s answering machine telling them where he was. Gabby nearly gave away the beginning of her explanation, but cut off mid-sentence. Quen understood; he would rather face a hungry lion than talk to Neil at all, honestly.

It always struck a chord in his mind when Gabby’s father called her those sickly-sweet nicknames like ‘honey’, ‘pumpkin’, and ‘darling’. When Neil had called her ‘pumpkin’ and then elaborated about dinner, Quen thought the pumpkin was referring to the dinner. It was proof, too, of how much her parents loved her; in fact, they probably loved the /idea/ of her innocence rather than /her/. He wondered whether she would still be their ‘pumpkin’ after she was ‘pregnant.’

They began to set the table, in relative silence. Gabby’s mother Alice entered soon after. Quen had always thought Gabby took more after her mother in looks than her father, definitely (it must’ve been Neil’s height and black hair which made him appear as such a contrast). He also thought Alice was the lesser of the two evils (when it came to telling her that her beloved daughter was pregnant, at least.)
“Chicken for dinner, sweetheart,” Alice said, “did your father say? It’ll be quick. I can use the chicken from last night.” She started to unload the plastic bags, sorting the groceries between the pantry and the fridge. “Will your friend be staying over for tea?”

“That would be lovely, thankyou,” Quen interjected loudly.

“Oh, Gabby, dear,” Alice said in a matronly whine as she opened the fridge, ignoring Quen. Like Neil, she generally didn’t speak to Quen’s face, but asked Gabby in a roundabout way to tell her what Quen wanted or what he was going to do. “The cheese slices are nearly finished, you should have said something.” Quen pressed his teeth together, avoiding a grin. He spoke in an undertone to Gabby. “After dinner, then? If you really want me to, I, I can...say I’m the father.” He swallowed a whole lot of dread. He’d better get the sports car she had promised him before he was eighty. He wasn’t quite putting his life on the line, but it was a close enough comparison when Neil was in the picture.


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Daemon doesn't mean to nag. It's just, you mistook Quen's name for Derek somewhere in your reply. xP. I know why, 'tis ok. xD

[Breezy]

Gabby just began to set the table as her father told her, if anything she was afraid of her father now more than ever. He had always scared her with Neil towering over her. Sure, she loved him but there was always that fear that he could pick her up and throw her out the window in a second. Gabby began to plan the attack in her head. After an awkward dinner with herself trying to make conversation and include Quen where her parents wouldn't, she would sit them down. Maybe perhaps towards the end of dinner even. She didn't know which choice, her father would probably be at his happiest towards the end of dinner when he was full and content.

When Gabby's mother stepped in she smiled at her. She related a lot more to her mother than her father, perhaps because she was more like her physically. Gabby smirked when her mother asked the same question as Neil had moments ago. Her mother mentioned the cheese. Gabby's lips curled inwards to stop her own smile.
"Thank you Quen." Gabby whispered back to him. It was going to take a great load off her own back. Her parents probably wouldn't mind as much that she was pregnant as long as it was someone she knew. But it still wouldn't be enough to save either of them. Even if the pair said the father was Quen, it was probably only borderline better from a stranger. Gabby began thinking further into the future. When she had to go to school. At school there were probably 200 Neils' and Alices' ready to persecute anything abnormal. And the preacher daughter ending up pregnant was definiately abnormal.

She groaned inwardly. Would it ever stop? Gabby had to deal with so many things. Her parents, school, the baby itself, a doctor, the birth, the physical and emotional pain, how she would manage, if she even would manage with a baby and her friends. Gabby told herself that she only had herself to blame for picking up the drink at the party and refilling it. The blame wasn't where she liked it to be, on someone else. She had normally been the one who hardly did anything majorly wrong, normally a late assignment here or there that she had gotten a bit behind on but never something like this.

"Sorry mum. It must've slipped my mind... I have had alot on my mind lately." Gabby said simply, she had chosen her words wisely, she had almost said 'a lot on my plate' which would have sounded suspicious to Gabby. It was then her father re-entered the room.
"Ellie, how did you do on your science test last Tuesday? Haven't you got the test back?" Neil asked using another one of Gabby's nicknames, going through the fridge from the side to stay out of the way from his wife sorting through the groceries, and getting a bottle of water out of the fridge. He didn't bother to offer Quen anything, Neil knew that it was Gabby's job to take care of Quen when he was at their house. Neil mainly had a problem with Quen because he thought he was a bad influence on Gabby religion wise. Once he found out about the baby, Neil would probably assume his suspicions true.

His daughter blinked blankly again. Test. Science. She had gotten her score back she remembered that much. As for the precise score she wasn't sure. Higher than 85% she knew for sure so she would play it safe.
"About 85%." She said, she was still thinking about the baby. Stress couldn't be good.
"Are you okay honey? You seem a little out of it." Neil asked, finally picking up on his daughters slow reaction to answer. Gabby bit her lip. Keep up the charade for a little longer.
"Just fine dad." she answered simply once more.

Ooc: AAAH! I am so sorry! I am such a bad person! *headdesk* I have had that roleplay in my head for the past two days lol.
OMG. This one is shorter finally! =O