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2016-09-27
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2016-11-21
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what difference does it make?

Summary:

gerard is a senior and high school, and he feels as if he has everything under control for once in his life, that is until he has a one-night stand with the new kid in town and ends up pregnant.

Chapter 1: ten weeks

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A foul taste filled Gerard’s mouth as he knelt next to the toilet in his bathroom. He had spent the last hour or so in there-feeling completely awful. It was a Monday, and the situation didn’t help with his already shitty mood. Ten weeks ago was a much different story; he woke up next to the new kid in school on a Saturday morning. Gerard originally only went over to his house because his mother made him try to make some new friends, but after himself and Frank had a few too many beers-Gerard found himself fucking the new kid in town. Gerard didn’t use protection as he knew his chances of getting pregnant were one in a thousand, but he just so happened to fit into that percentage. The plastic stick that he had bought the week prior sat on the counter as Gerard continued to dry heave, and he didn’t want to look at the results. It was four o clock on a Monday morning when he looked down at the horrible sign. His hand trembling, he picked up the white plastic stick as the other hand wiped his mouth. Of course, of fucking course…

A pink plus sign beamed up at him, almost mocking him. The poor boy placed a hand on his still-flat stomach, feeling hot tears stream down his cheeks. Gerard put his back against the wall as he sniffled, his thoughts racing.

“How the fuck am I going to do this…Mom’s going to be so mad…Dad’s gonna kill me…and Frank…”

Gerard’s thoughts were cut off by a knocking on the bathroom door. Quickly, Gerard slipped the test into his sweatpants’ pocket, and he slowly opened the door. His younger brother rubbed his eye tiredly as he cleared his throat, “Gee-what’s goin’ on?” Wiping his mouth, Gerard’s voice cracked, “I-I threw up Mikey, it’s nothin’.” Shrugging, the younger brother closed the door, “Alright-just don’t wake me up again…I have an algebra test today…” Exhaling, Gerard sat down on the counter. He took the test out of his pocket, examining it over again-as if it would’ve changed in the course of two minutes-but no…of course…it remained the same.

As Gerard got dressed for school an hour later, he decided to just wear a large sweatshirt and jeans, even though he barely showed at all. The smell of coffee filled the small kitchen as he sat down at the table, trying to remain as cool and collected as he could. Of course his mother sensed something wrong, and she handed over a plate of waffles to her eldest. “Gee, you alright honey?” Gerard sniffled as he prodded the waffle with his fork, “I’m-I’m fine…” But not ten seconds later, Gerard felt his stomach hitch-and he ran towards the bathroom at full speed. The taste of bile filled his mouth once again, and hot tears streamed down his face. A light knocking was at the door, it was his mother. “Sweetie, I think you better stay home today. I’ll go in late to work today, okay?” Sniffling, Gerard replied, “Okay mom…t-thank you.”

Thirty minutes later, Gerard lay in bed covered by his star wars sheets that he still had from when he was ten, with a thermometer sticking out of his mouth. As his mother walked back in to check his temperature, he started to have tears stream down his face, causing his face to flush. Sitting down on her son’s bed, she looked down at the thermometer to see that her son had a regular temperature. Frowning, she had a sudden realization. Her frown then melted into a sympathetic smile, and she placed a hand on her son’s. “Gee, honey-are you pregnant?” Tears started to well in his eyes as he blushed bright red, and he buried his face in his hands as he nodded. His mother wasn’t happy that her son was pregnant-but she needed to be there to support him. She rubbed his hair as she kissed his head lightly, “We will figure this out, okay? Don’t cry.” Gerard sobbed as he nodded once again, “O-okay…I’m sorry…” Placing another kiss on her son’s head, she sighed, “Don’t be sorry, I’ll call a doctor today, okay?” Wiping his tears, Gerard managed a weak smile, “Okay…I love you, Mom.”