Me Plus You ♡ s.m. + m.f.

{136} "Don't Worry, Ronnie"

They sat next to each other in health class, and Mark slowly turned over their paper with the test results of their care for their late child, Lemon Jell-O Fischbach.

"10% overall score, 112 plus incidents and baby care fails." Mark read aloud.

"Damn, you two are pathetic!" a brown haired girl sitting next to Jack snarled, shoving her paper in their faces, "I got an 88%."

You'd think it'd be easy taking care of a robot baby for a few days, but really, it was harder than it sounded. For certain people, anyway.

Jack snatched the paper out of the girl's hand and threw it at her, folding his hands on the table and leaning his head to the side, smiling his famous fake bitch smile.

"Excuse me, who are you? Mind your business, honey. Keep your mouth shut, and your pussy, too! Have a blessed day!"

Offended, the girl flipped her hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes as she stood up and walked away just as the bell rung.

Mark snorted at his fiancé's comment and exchanged result sheets with Ronnie and Jett.

"We got a 92%," Ronnie sighed, "I still don't think I'm ready to be a mommy, though. I'm gonna mess up."

Ronnie was truly freaked out by the thought of having a baby in as little as four months now, and to him it didn't matter if people assured him that everything was gonna be okay. He thought otherwise, and the closer he came to his due date, the less excited he was.

Entering the semi-crowded hallway, Jett and Mark immediately ran to the gym, and Ronnie giggled at the sound Jack's flip flops made as they made their way to the lockers.

"Ronnie, don't hate on my flops!" Jack joked, slinging his backpack off his shoulder and shoving it into his locker.

"I can't help it!," he paused for a moment to smooth out his short, frilly light yellow dress. Proceeding to lean against the lockers to take off his white colored platform sandals that had become very uncomfortable as the day progressed. "Umm, I don't know if this is a dumb question or not, but you and Mark will still want to be friends with me after Soli is born, right?"

Jack nodded, taking his friend's shoes and slipping off his flip flops to try them on.

"Fuck yeah! And Soli is going to be our best friend, she'll be the flower girl at our wedding and we'll all have so much fun! it's gonna be lit, honestly. Why do you ask, though?"

"I dunno, I was Googling stuff about teen pregnancy and a lot of girls said their friends left them after they had their babies, and I got scared of that happening to me, I guess..."

"Don't worry, Ronnie." The Irish boy smiled.

A/N: Honestly, throughout this whole story I don't think Jack has worn any other shoes besides his Crocs and flip flops...