Walk

Thirty-One\\

((unedited))

Slim\\

As soon as Jenna dropped me off, I went straight for the bedroom. Jason was showering so he hadn't the slightest idea that I was home. I locked the bedroom door and sat in the furthest corner of the room and cried.

Maybe everything Brendon said was right, but so what? I'm supposed to be his best friend and little sister. Since when did best friends hurt each other's feelings and leave them stranded and pregnant?

I know I'm bipolar and all, but it's pretty reasonable since I am a hormonal pregnant bitch who feels like shit and has to eat for two everytime even when she's not hungry. I have no family and my friends get tired of being with me since I'm so fucking "undecisive", as Brendon likes to put it.

Hell, if anything, I should be the one going off on him. But since I'm a nice person, I wouldn't dare do that.

I heard the doorknob jiggle and Jason hiss under his breath. "Slim, babe, are you in there?"

I sniffled and cleaned my face before I spoke. "Yeah." My voice cracked and Jason gasped from behind the door.

He kicked the door open and rushed to me, panic in his eyes. "What's wrong? You're going in labor? Shit, I shouldn't have pissed you off! Does stress lead to early labor? Oh God, Justin would know. Where's my phone?" He ran fingers through his hair and bit his lip as he searched frantically for his cell phone.

"That's not it. I'm not in labor." I chuckled.

"Then what's wrong? Why you crying?" Jason asked.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I found it way easier to say "I'm fine." than to explain my problems to people. It was better than getting sympathy or annoying others with your personal dilemmas.

"If you were fine, you wouldn't be crying. What's wrong?" Jason asked protectively. Unfortunately, "I'm fine." doesn't work well with Jason.

"Everything." I broke down in front of him. I could never contain my emotions and I hated being such an emotional dweeb, but there was something about Jason that made me feel comfortable enough to show my emotions.

"For starters, I'm fat and pregnant." I sniffled. "And I'm emotional as fuck. And I annoy people. And everybody thinks I'm being abused by you. And I just want to be alone but when I'm alone, I'm scared of what I'd do because all these things come to mind and it terrifies me." I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me up and walked towards the bed.

"Slim, you know if anyone hurts you, I'll hurt them more right?" Jason asked calmly. "Babe, nobody deserves your tears. You should only cry for 2 reasons." He held up two fingers. "One, you're so fucking happy, you can't contain your emotions..."

"And the second?" I asked with a sniffle.

"My dick tears those pretty little walls apart." He smirked. "But right now isn't the time for that."

"Jason!" I whined. "I'm trying to vent to you and you bring your dick into it."

"My dick isn't in anything yet, Slim." Jason shrugged. "But who made you cry?"

"Dave and Brendon." I mumbled under my breath.

"What did they do?" Jason asked, suddenly changing moods.

"I was already upset with Dave. He was annoying today--asking about whether or not you hurt me lately. But Brendon just totally snapped on me. He was saying all these hurtful things that I think are true now that I think about it. And then he left me there outside the building where Dave works because he was totally pissed off with me." I explained, "He just left me stranded. I had to call Jenna to get me."

"Why didn't you call me?" Jason asked.

"Because I was still upset with you... Not anymore though, I'm over it."

"I'll handle Brendon myself. Okay?" Jason asked for reassurance.

"No! I don't want you to hurt anybody." I said. I knew Jason would get mad and try to hurt someone, most preferably Brendon since he already hates him. The last thing I ever needed was for Brendon to be proved right.

Jason huffed and pursed his lips. After a few seconds, he just nodded and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"How about we go in the living room and order pizza and watch Netflix?" He suggested. I nodded slowly and stood from the bed.

"In our jammies?" I asked.

Jason laughed and nodded. "In our jammies." He went to his drawers and grabbed a pair of boxers and pajama pants while I found a pair of pajamas that contradicted his. While his was red plaid, mine was blue with rubber duckies.

I grabbed a bottle of shower gel and a loofah. "I'll go shower while you call the pizza place." I announced. "And don't pick a movie without me!" I exclaimed as I walked through the door and made my way to the bathroom.

I stripped of my clothes and started the shower. Warm water escaped the nozzle of the shower head and I used my arm to measure the temperature so that it wasn't too hot nor too cold for me. It was just right when I climbed in and started lathering in the foamy soap.

When I finished the actual shower, I decided to wash my hair.

I got out the shower just as the doorbell rang. I dried off and slipped my jammies on, disregarding wearing a bra because I planned on sleeping after we finished watching the movie. Afterwards, I grabbed my clothes and went to dump them in the dirty clothes hamper.

Jason was at the door handing the pizza guy the money and a somewhat generous tip of three dollars and twenty two cents, which was the change the guy owed us.

"You ready, babe?" Jason asked.

I nodded enthusiastically and rushed to the living room couch. I sat down and threw my feet up as Jason sat the pizza on the coffee table.

"You read the movies out loud and I'll pour us some soda."

"I don't want soda. I want orange juice." I said.

"Ew. OJ and pizza? That don't even sound right."

"Yeah, well neither does milk and spaghetti but I let you have that." I retorted.

"Milk and spaghetti isn't weird though."

"It is to me." I pouted. "Bring me my orange juice, peasant!"

"Suck my dick." Jason mumbled.

"I don't want my baby to eat your cum so we'll have to wait for that." I smiled, licking my lips as he walked away.

"You're such a naughty pregnant girl." Jason called from the kitchen.

"Can we watch a Disney movie?" I asked, going through my options.

"Anything but Princess and the Frog." Jason answered. "You've watched it so much, I know the whole dialog by heart."

"So? What's wrong with that?" I huffed. "Fine, we can watch Bambi."

"You can watch Bambi. I want to watch a thug movie." Jason said returning. "Go to Lion King."

"How is that a thug movie?" I asked.

"Scar was a real ni--"

"Language, Jason." I cut him off. "And fine, we'll watch Lion King."

"Yay, movie time!" Jason squealed.

I pressed play and the movie started. Music played and I grabbed a slice of pizza and handed it to Jason before getting my own slice. I leaned on Jason and had my feet up as I snuggled closer to him.

"I love this movie." Jason said.

I groaned and Jason looked at me worriedly.

"You okay?" he asked with a frightened expression.

"The baby kicked." I smiled. Jason sighed relief and placed his hand on my belly as our child's tiny foot kicked in my tummy.