We Don't Fight Fair

Mikey's p.o.v.


I smiled as I drove, drumming my hands on the steering wheel. I knew this wasn't an appropriate time to be happy and smiley, but I couldn't help it. My best friend was awesome and I couldn't wait to see her.

I pulled into her driveway and stepped over the scattered basketballs and skateboards. Rachel ducked out from the half-open garage door. I smiled at her. She wore short black shorts and a long, dark cardigan with a white blouse tucked into the shorts underneath it. She opened her arms with a knowing smile and I stepped foward and embraced her. We stayed in that position for a minute or two before I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

Rachel's dad smiled at us. I knew he liked me, Rachel and I had been friends since forever and he thought of me as a son. "Hey Mr. Adam." I greeted, smiling weakly at him. He chuckled, and rasped "hey son, how've you been? " Rachel's face flushed and she grabbed my hand. "Dad. Please. Stop." She begged, humiliated by his smug face.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, I was interrupting something special," he sang the last two words. Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled me towards the front door. I glanced back at Mr Adam. He gave me a "get SOME" face which I tried to protest, but he got into his car, wait no, MY car and left. What the HELL is going on right now?

Rachel sat me down on the couch and she spoke
softly. "So. I've heard about everything. Fuck, Mikes, are you okay?" This was fucking weird. She would usually be bubbly and crazy, like shaking a soda can and opening it. But..."What's going on with you?" I was interested in her answer. "Okay. I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out."

Oh hell.

"O-kay. Go ahead." I said. She took a deep breath. "Are you sure you want to know?" No. "Yes." I answered comfortingly. "Okay. So, remember that party we went to? A month ago where Anthony broke his nose?" I smiled at the memory. Gee had been too antisocial to join us, plus he was too busy with Frank. It had been a few nights after Frank confessed his love for Gerard. And holy shit did that party rock. Quick, a few hours tops, but fun.

I shook myself into reality, turned my attention back to Rachel."Oh, sorry. Yeah, I remember it." "Ok. Well that night, I-uh hooked up with someone."

"Um. Okay?" I was seriously beginning to worry. "Well, I decided that I couldn't have that happen ever again, of course, but to be safe, I took a pregnancy test."

OH. SHIT. my stomach turned and my face fell.

"And," she took my hands. "I'm pregnant."

WHAAAAAAAAA?

"Ohmygod Rachel, are you okay? Does your dad know?" I asked the important question.

She looked at me confused. "Am I okay? Are YOU okay?" "Yes, I'm fine. but what the hell I'm confused." I saw her chest fall in dread.

"Mikey. WE slept together YOU'RE the father."

Notes

Gaah! Hey guys! Sorry again for the late update. Same lame excuse as last time. I swear, I'll get the next update to you faster! And make the update longer than four fucking sentences. But dat drama doe. Hee hee. But thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome!

Love you guys!

-Erinosaur <3