TWEEN MOM

Chapter 4

We heard someone clear their throats behind us. I whipped my head to find Mark standing there. "Uncle Mark!" I tried to sound excited. "How much of that did you hear?" I asked innocently. "I heard when you said 'why do you want to father my kids' and when you kissed him, yup I saw that too. So whats going on here?" he asked. Ryan scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Theres only one way to do this. I stood up strong and proud. "Well, Uncle Mark. I want a baby. Now. And Nick has ever so nicely volounteered!" I said all confident and stuff. "Ryan, kid. I'm sorry for her getting your hopes up of being a dad but, this is just one of her bipolar mood swings." he said. "No. Its. Not!" I screamed. Only now did I notice the whole store had become our audience. I didnt care. "I've been in therapy since I was nine! I can control my mood swings now! This is NOT a moodswing!" I screamed. "Well. I've always wanted to be a grandpa, even though your not my kid I have been raising you since you were nine so, looks like your having a kid." Im pretty shure my jaw hit the ground beneath my feet. I was speechless. I honestly thought there would be more yelling involved. "Now. Why arent you kids in school!?" He asked. "Sorry sir. I had Carmin skip with me so we could dicuss things." Ryan took cover. "Alright well, you might as well take the day off of school then" he said. "Go on over to our place. I'm working late tonight so I'll seeya tomorrow morning or if your still up at like one-ish? Seeya then." he left. I was still speechless.

          "Alright lets get moving to your place then. Its not that far right?" he asked. I didnt answer. "Carmin? You okay?" he asked. "Hm? Oh, yeah. Uh, sorry. Lots on my mind. Yeah, lets go." 

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          It took us a half an hour to get there when we noticed that our stuff was still at school. I pulled out my purple blackberry curve and texted Damon to pick it up for me and drop it off at my place after school. He was the only one who knew my locker combo. We sat on the couch awkwardly. "Wanna look at my uncles music and see if you wanna borrow any of it?" I asked him. "Yeah, shure!" he said excited like a five year old who just got offered his new favourite toy.

          The awesome thing about Mark was that him being from the eighties, he had all the music we liked. He also alphabetized it. Psh, neat freak. First we decided on who we wanted to listen to. I wanted The Runaways but he wanted Ozzy Osbourne so we settled on the duet song 'Close My Eyes Forever' between Ozzy and Lita. Speaking of which, were is that big dog? "Ozzy!" I shouted out. I heard a jingling of bells. Then my big brown shaggy retreiver, Ozzy, came down the stairs to us. "Heeeeeey buddy!" I said as I petted him. "Shhh. I'm trying to self-teach myself the guitar keys for this!" I hadmt even noticed he had picked up my black with purple and blue flamed guitar, Gypsy. I watched as his fingers softly sroked the keys, finding the notes perfectly. I sat there mesmerized for the rest of the song as I watched him play. Then we re-played the song and this time I sang as he played guitar. My rough voice matched Lita's and Ozzys. We finished the song. "Yeah, yeah you and the kid will make a lovely family band, blah blah blah" I turned to see Damon standing in the hall with my bag and Matt holding Ryan's. I blushed a violent red. "So what is this crappy music?" Brian asked from behind them. Only then did I notice the whole team was here. "Am I having a party or something?" I asked. "Actually yes. And Mark gave us permission. Tonights the perfect night for you to conceive the child!" Chris said. Suddenly I felt lightheaded and the world started to swirl. That was what I saw before I passed out...