It had been a week since I slept with Ashley. I guess an overnight stay made him think twice about leaving this as a one night stand, he asked if he could stay a bit longer. I smiled and told him to stay as long as he wants.
Apparently he works at his family's motor shop near the desert. He told me about working on all kinds of motorcycles and cars. He was really good at it too. He once fixed a semi...I told him about being a bar tender. It wasn't bad, it had a good pay and I heard a lot of stories from people. Usually they'd just some in, drink, then spill their guts to me and wobble home in a taxi or drive home and thats the last time I'll see them.
"Stories like what?" Ashley asked, looking interested.
"Well, there was this one this guy told me that his mother locked in in a closet filled with fake skulls when he was a kid and it mentally fucked him up." I shrugged. "Creepy shit like that, or else confessions that they cheated on their wives. Or boyfriends."
"If I had a nickel for every time I was cheated with, I'd be a billionare." Ashley laughed, taking a sip of water.
"I met some of my best friends there too. Including CC Steal-My-Car."
He liked playing the bass, singing and drinking. Working on bikes, whatever else. He was also amazing at putting on makeup. I showed him how I drew on my eyebrows. He was impressed. I let him try to paint his own on over the thin ones he had himself, but his hand always twitched or he smudged something. I took the pencil from him as he was starting to get frustrated and set it down on the sink.
"It takes practice, don't blow a ball trying to get it." I said simply.
We had sex again that night and fell asleep the same way, me snuggled into his side. He was a lot taller than me so I fit right into his left side. Ashley seemed to like playing with my hair when he thought I was asleep, but I couldn't enjoy it for long since I fell asleep from the soft caressing down the black strands. When I woke up, I found he wasn't there. A note on his pillow said he went to work. What surprised me though was the sudden wave of nausea that washed over me. I sprinted to the bathroom just in time to hurl my guts into the toilet bowl, dry gagging when the remainder of my stomach was empty. I spit extra acid off my tongue and grunted.
Was I sick? I didn't feel sick. I actually felt a lot better. I hadn't eaten anything funny and Ashley sure as hell didn't give me anything. I pulled myself up on the sink and began to brush my teeth. Stomach acid can rot your teeth after all.
Just when I was laying back down to rest a couple more minuets, my cell phone rang. Sighing I took the call. It was from CC.
"Janxx! Did I wake you?" CC's overly-happy gravely voice rang in my ear.
"No, but my stomach did." I said, sitting up. "Whats up?"
"I was wondering if i could borrow the car?" CC asked.
"S-sure" I said, rubbing the back of my head. "I need you to do something for me though."
"Take me to the drug store I need to pick up something."
Jinxx this is stupid what the hell are you thinking I thought to myself as I rode in the car next to CC. This is stupid this is stupid this is stupid...
CC pulled up to the local pharmacy they had in the outskirts of the city. A little worn down building, paint peeling off the painted parts and cracks along the concrete foundation. I hopped out of the car, looking as casually as possible as I walked right in and went straight for the women's product section.
"Anything I can help you with?" Asked the cheerful pharmacy worker, strutting up to me.
"Um..." I looked around "Do you guys have...pregnancy tests?"
She nodded and pointed to a box to my right. I chuckled awkwardly, murmuring how I was blind and quickly scurried to the cash register. Luckily these things didn't cost that much, only around 5 dollars a package.
"Didja get me anything?" CC asked excitedly as i got back in the car. "Didja didja?"
He tried to grab the bag away from me but I snatched it away, hiding it beside me and away from him. "No its mine."
"At least tell me what it is." he whined, starting up the car again.
"You'll know sooner or later."
On our way home I kept looking down at my belly, wondering if there was a visable bump yet, or if I even had a bump. It'd only be a week along though if I was...um...occupied as you could say. I shifted uneasily in my seat and turned on the radio.
As soon as I got home I raced up the stairs to my apartment, not bothering with the elevator. Ashley wouldn't be back for another hour or so, so I had time. I fumbled with the lock and shoved open the door, not bothering to turn the light on and literally sprinted to the bathroom.
"How the fuck...?" I said to myself, looking at the package. I had no clue how those things worked. Instructions would be nice.
Driving back to Jinxx's house was a pain in thew ass. Not that it wasn't worth it, I had a soft spot for the kid. But traffic was fucking insane! I weaved around people trying to get to the right lane to the turn off, resisting the urge to just run a few people off the road. I had to stop myself since roadrage almost landed me in jail once and Uncle wasn't too happy having to pick me up from the sheriff's place.
I took a detour that should lead me right to the side of the city Jinxx lived at, still getting stuck behind minivans filled with kids and old people. No wonder the word was over populated, so many kids running about. The again I could be responsible for a few kids myself so I really shouldn't complain.
I got to the apartment complex, parking in the unmarked visitors spots (since all the apartments had their own spot or garage) making damn sure my car was locked. When I got up to the apartment, the door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and looked around, the apartment was dark with a bit of light shining through the window. As I got through the threshold I heard noises coming from the hallway. Crying noises...
"Jinxx?" I called.
I walked slowly down the hallway and looked in the only lit room there was in the house, the bathroom. Jinxx stood by the sink, leaning on both of his hands with his head hanging and his shoulders shaking. Why was he crying?
"Jinxx whats wrong?" I asked gently, putting my arm around him. I hated seeing him cry.
"I-I don't..." he sniffed and turned his head away from me. "You're--you're gon-na hate me for th-this." he gasped between words, breaking down harder after he finished the sentence.
"Tell me." I said gently. "I won't be mad."
He slipped out from under me and reached into the trash can, pulling out something that looked like a thermometer. I felt color drain from my face when I reconized it.
"I'm late." he cried. "I'm pregnant, Ashley, we're dads."