{sam evans ff}
Olivia Schuester is a Cheerio, a member of the celibacy club, she's popular and she gets good grades. She's surviving high school until her Dad brings back the Glee Club.
"You're supposed to hold me down but you're holding me back an...
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"You're doing great baby, just keep breathing."
It was unreal watching your parents pretending to be giving birth on the lounge floor with your Aunt Kendra sat on the couch, drinking whatever wine we had leftover in the fridge. I was trying to finish off some algebra homework on the dining room table but I kept getting distracted.
"No, no, no. Giving birth is not like how it is in the movies, it's bloody and bestial, and you get poop all over your cowboy boots."
I made a disgusted face from where I was sitting, not that anyone could see me but it was still disgusting to hear about all of that, especially in regards to your Mom. I could sense that this whole thing was going to end in an argument because the whole idea of the help from Aunt Kendra was a bomb waiting to explode.
"Well, I'm just trying to be supportive."
"Well, this isn't about you." Aunt Kendra replied, sipping her wine.
"Sorry Kendra, when was I making it about me?"
"You have to be liked Will. You're nice and supportive and you avoid conflict. Your wife is going to be pushing a watermelon out of her boy-howdy in 5 months. She doesn't need nice, she needs dolomites!"
"I can be tough." Dad said, trying to lower his voice to make himself sound tougher.
"Of course, you can Sweetie. Okay, why don't you come on down here, I'm going to show you how to rub the gas bubbles out of your wife's stomach."
I decided to go to my room when I heard what they were moving on to, because I didn't need to know about rubbing gas bubbles out of your wife's stomach. Despite the fact that I went to my bedroom, they didn't actually learn about gas bubbles because Mom was hungry so I didn't miss out on anything.
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I was heading to the girl's locker room because Coach Sylvester had wanted us to practise even in our lunch break with our first competition quickly approaching. I didn't have a big part in the number so I basically just had to learn basic choreography and make sure that I was always in time otherwise I would ruin the performance. I didn't mind not having a huge role in the performance because it meant less pressure on me when we went to the competition, but I felt sorry for my friends because they had important roles and if they went wrong then they'd be kicked off the squad.
