Musical High

Nine

Family dinners were always really annoying. Forced to talk with people you lived with, eating their gross food, and worse; guests. The guests were probably the hardest part of it all. When they showed up, everything was different. Different in a bad way.

Well, that night, Marvin had guests for dinner. 

"You're late." He dryly stated.

Trina glanced over at Mendel, then to Marvin. There was a slightly nervous expression on her face. "Late? No, I think we're right on time! The food isn't cold, so-"

"Not cold, sure," Marvin speared through one of his meatballs, and slowly lifted it up, motioning towards the flies all over it with his free hand, "but covered in fucking bugs. I've been waiting for four hours."

"Well, we were busy!"

"Busy making out? Yeah, I know. Just sit down."

The couple did as told. All three just sat there for a while. Not like there was much to say.

"We, um, actually have some news." Mendel told him, gripping his lover's hand as he spoke.

Marvin leaned back in his chair. "This better be important."

"Trina's pregnant...with your baby."

The now soon-to-be father paused. He pointed at himself, then Trina, then himself again. Mendel awkwardly nodded.

"The last time we did it was two months ago!" He motioned towards her stomach. "That's way too small to be two months in!"

"We visited the doctor today, and she said I'm two months pregnant." Trina scratched the back of her head.

He stood up, arms raised like he was just convicted of murder. "No way! You're lying! Fake news! We are way too immature to be pare- Actually, no. You're too immature to be a parent, and I can't take care of the kid myself!"

"We'll just put them up for adoption!"

"No! The adoption cycle sucks!"

"So you want us to just have an abortion?"

"What?! No! I don't want that either!"

"This had better come to a stop, Marvin! You need to decide!"

"But it's still early! We have ti-"

Mendel interrupted him. "This had better come to an end."