~Generation 1 Part 2~

The Veronicas

Generation 1

Part 2

Kelly

A loud banging sound followed by a set of giggles woke me up.
I jumped, startled, but then quickly became annoyed.
I swear Tracy Lives is the worst room mate ever.
Stupid community dorms.
Stupid random roommate raffle.
Stupid Tracy.

The digital alarm read 5 AM.
"I swear Tracy, I'm gonna kill you one of these days," I muttered, rolling over.
The giggling and laughter continued, the laughter being the sound of a male.
Oh God no, not again.
I shoved my pillow over my head.


Today...well yesterday I guess, had been the longest day ever.
I listened to Mr. Stark go on and on about how amazing the plant cell is in biology.
I described the plant cell's many functions in three separate essay questions.
I watched a movie in Anatomy involving a collision. The man in the video who looked just like my dad didn't live.
I stared at slide after slide on the microscope for hours while my science partner sat texting and playing Angry Birds.
Then I finally got to eat, right before I had to go to work at the library.
Then after that, my second job, the night shift at the cafe.
I had then proceeded to stay up until 3 AM to finish a paper for Ethics.

My first class today was at 7, giving me a total of 2 hours of sleep.
"Damn it Tracy," I said, rolling over. No point just laying in bed. Maybe I could catch a quick nap on the couch downstairs.
Surprisingly, Tracy answered me back.

"KELLY!" she screeched, causing me to wince and cover my ears.
"Tracy." I deadpanned.
I could see her moving around in the dark, and getting off her bed.
She better still have her underwear on.
"Finally we can have some girl talk!" she said happily.
I rubbed my temples and sighed.
"We can have girl talk when the sun is out and people are actually supposed to be awake," I told her.
I noticed the male figure laying lifeless in her bed. Hopefully he was unconscious and not dead of alcohol poisoning.

"But this is like, way SUPER important," she whined, stomping her foot.
I walked over to my dresser and threw her one of my shirts.
The last important thing she told me was that she chipped a nail. If I was gonna listen to her bull shit she was at least going to cover herself up.
"Of course it is," I muttered.
"No I'm being super cereal!" she hiccuped. Her eyes were glazed over and she stared into the distance.
"You mean serious?" I asked, raising a blond eyebrow.
"That's what I said silly dilly." she said, and she reached out to touch my face.
I quickly stepped to the side and she stumbled.
"You won't listen to me and Kristy won't listen to me and neither will the bunny," she whined again.
I didn't bother to even ask about the bunny.

"Ok, fine," I told her, tapping my foot. I was not going to put my whole schedule on hold for her.
"Well it started when I felt weird," she began.
"That's called being drunk," I cut her off.
"NO! LISTEN!" she screamed loudly.
Great, we would have another visit and write up from our dorm adviser.
"Ok, I'm listening, summarize," I demanded.
She smiled goofily at me.
"I'm pregnant with a lil baby!" she announced.
OH. MY. GOD.

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"Just pee on the damn stick!" I shouted at her.
"Ow, pain, hangover," Tracy whimpered. I rolled my eyes at her.
"That's what happens when you go out and get wasted. Are you out of your mind?!" I yelled.
"I already took three of these stupid things and they were all plus signs Kelly!" she sighed.
"Well if they were all positive why were you drinking?!" I asked.
She didn't reply, she just took packaged test from me and went into the bathroom.

God this was screwed on so many different levels.
I'm not even sure why I was feeling guilty, I mean, it wasn't my baby.
I wasn't the one who was out every night drinking while they were pregnant.
Also, I certainly wasn't Tracy's babysitter.
"Are you done yet?" I asked her, leaning against the wall.
"I'm working on it!" she responded.
"How long does it take you to fucking pee!" I screamed. At this point I didn't care about making noise, our dorm adviser was going to kill us either way.
"If you're so good at it why don't you take the test?" she snapped.
"I cannot believe I am missing biology for this," I mumbled.

I heard the faucet turn on and ten seconds later Tracy emerged from the bathroom.
"Now we wait," I said. She just nodded, a sullen look on her face.
We stood in silence for a few minutes, neither of us making a move to sit down, or attempting eye contact.
I knew it was time to get the test, but I said nothing.
I glanced at Tracy to see fat tears rolling down her cheeks.
Ugh, I was no good at this. But I knew I should try, friends or not.
"Tracy..." I began. Her eyes drifted in my direction. "I just want you to know..."
What did I want her to know?
I couldn't think of anything that wasn't a total lie.
"Kelly, you don't have to do this," she muttered.
"I-" she cut me off.

"You don't need to say anything," she interrupted me softly.
"But I should," I told her.
"Maybe. But what is there to say?" she asked me. I stared into her brown eyes, I'd never seen them so dull and void of life.
"When I tell people about my mom they say I'm sorry," I told her.
"Does that help?" she asked, bitterness seeping into her voice.
"No," I replied quietly.
We both lapsed into our thoughts again.
"It's OK to be scared," I told her, saying the only comforting thing that came to mind.
She just nodded slowly.
"Go look," she said quietly.
I took a breath and walked into the bathroom.
On the test was a little pink plus sign.

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"No, I'm not going," Tracy told me, arms folded over her chest.
"We're already here," I said, feeling myself become exasperated again.
"You said we were going to a doctor," she said.
"Technically Dr. Marks is a doctor," I told her.
"Yeah, but she's also your anatomy teacher, there is no way I'm going in there,"
"You need to get checked out, you've been drinking while pregnant," I stated firmly.
"So why can't we go to Planned Parenthood or something?" she asked me rolling her eyes.
"We are NOT going there," I told her, my face clearly showing my horror, because that shut her up.

I greeted Dr. Marks and explained that my roommate was pregnant and we thought there might be complications.
She bought it, seeing as the nearest hospital was hours away and the fastest way to get there in a crisis was by helicopter.
Tracy watched Dr. Marks warily as we approached her.
"Hello Tracy, how are you feeling today?" Dr. Marks asked politely.
"Like my whole life is ruined," Tracy snapped.
There was a fragrant pause in the room.
"Well Tracy, if you are pregnant, you have many different options available," Dr. Marks responded.
I looked at the floor awkwardly, not wanting to be involved in this conversation at all. Hopefully there's some sort of doctor and patient etiquette class for people like me.
"If you'll just come back in the clinic with me, we can get you checked out," Dr. Marks told her. "Ms. Baker will you be joining us?" she asked.
"No," I said at the exact same time Tracy shouted "YES!"
We glared at each other.

"I uh, I can't go back there because..." My mouth turned to sandpaper and my knees wobbled. Breathe in, breathe out. I searched the depths of my brain for a reasonable lie. "I think I'm gonna hurl," I said, before rushing out of the room and into my dorm advisor. I turned pale and vomited all over her designer heels.

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"So the kid is alive, if you wondered," Tracy said as she entered our room, throwing a bunch of stuff on the floor. I winced at the banging sound it made.

"Here's a nice picture, she was kind enough to give me one for you," Tracy told me, dropping an ultrasound picture in my face. I cringed. The Advil was either wearing off, or not strong enough for the hurricane that was my room mate.

I peered at the ultrasound. "Fetal Alcohol Syndrome?" I asked her, eyes scanning over the smaller than usual head.

"Looks like it," she grumbled, before going over to her mirror and beginning to apply some makeup.

"I'm sorry," I told her, sitting up in my loft bunk. She scowled at me.

"Why?" she asked me, sounding surprisingly angry. I stared at her blankly.

"Because it's sad," I told her, feeling myself becoming irritated, my usual feeling around her.

"Yes, but why do you care?"

"...Because it's a baby and the poor thing is sick," I answered her, climbing down from my bunk. What was wrong with her?

"But it's my baby, it's my life, it's my problem. It shouldn't matter to you!" she said, nearly shouting at me. I could feel my face twisting in anger. Who did she think she was?

"It's your baby's life too! Your baby doesn't get a say, therefore making it my problem that you aren't capable of using your damn brain!" I yelled at her. She sighed.

"I thought maybe if I drank enough I would just miscarry." she told me, finally looking in my direction. In her eyes was a look still unfamilar for her. Sadness.

"Tracy..." I began

"No baby should have to deal with me as a mother," she said, as she began tearing up.

I awkwardly stepped toward her, and then away. She glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. I stepped toward her again. Ok, I could do this. She rolled her eyes and stepped forward, hugging me. I stood there still and hesitantly patted her back.

"So after you hug me you tell me that it's ok and you're here for me,"  Tracy told me.

"Oh uh, sorry. It's going to be ok, and I'm here for you," I told her, realizing how stiff my tone was. "I'm sorry I'm not very good at this comforting thing-"

"Clearly," she deadpanned. I stepped away and scratched my head awkwardly.

"So..."

"So, I've decided to have the baby," she told me. I couldn't help the relieved sigh that came out of my mouth as a wave of calm washed over me.

"So...multivitamins, pregnancy vitamens, you need to be hydrated at all times, lots of folic acid, nothing but tylenol medicine wise," I started making a list verbally of how we were gonna do this.

"Woah, slow down there," she told me, hands in the air in mock surrender.

I marched over to her and poked her in the chest. "No. You listen to me, you are going to do this right, so it is my way or I will tie you up and it will still be my way, you got that?" I told her, anger seeping out of my pores.

"What I meant is that I'm being transferred to a hospital for around the clock care," she told me.

"Oh," I said softly. "So..."

"So I wrote all my contact info down on one of your notebooks, you can contact me for updates," she told me.

"Wait you actually want to talk to me?" I asked her.

"Well it's you or those nurses who are going to be prodding my belly all the time," she said wrinkling her nose. I rolled my eyes.

"So..."

"So I'm going to rest, you go to your multiple classes and jobs and be the perky little perfect prep that you are," she told me, waving me off as she got into her bed.

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I'd been texting Tracy back and forth for the past few days, more and more as time went on. Why she chose to talk to me out of all her friends was beyond my understanding, but I found she wasn't actually that bad.
In fact, maybe she wasn't so annoying afterall.
My phone dinged indicating a new text.

Had a friend lay out an outfit for u, ur going out 2night, have fun!

Ok I take that back, she is really annoying.
Wait she had a friend in our room? What was I asleep or something? I shivered and turned toward the dresser, where there were in fact some folded clothes.
I unfolded the outfit and my eyes grew wide. This clearly hadn't come from my dresser.
I whipped out my phone to text Tracy and tell her I wasn't going out wearing nothing when my phone dinged again.

Yes u are wearing it. Get over urself.

Damn it. Well it's not like she could come and make me right? She was on bedrest...
She could be kinda scary though...and I was like 5'3...
Better safe than sorry.
I glared at the outfit and went to put it on.

I itched at my side for the 5th time, stupid lace bra. How did she know my bra size anyway? What else did she know about me?  I shuddered at the thought. It was past 8 and nobody was here yet, I decided if nobody was here in five minutes I was putting on an old t-shirt and going to sleep. Another ding from my phone pulled my focus.

Ur meeting up at the bowling alley, don't b l8!

Tracy again. I sighed. I was going to be late because she told me someone was picking me up. I hated being late, I was perpetually early. I need to be at least five minutes early or else...well it just bothers me. Wait, there was no way I was going to be able to bowl wearing this. What the hell Tracy?

I sighed and left anyway, I mean, what's the worst that could possibly happen?

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I yawned and stretched my limbs, knocking my hand on something.
Huh?
There was nothing near my bed to knock my hand on.
I winced, my head was pounding. A firm hand grabbed mine and opened it, placing two pills into it.
I opened my eyes and I screamed, and then I shut them and winced from my scream.
I cracked my eyes open again.

"What...who...where am I?" I asked, my voice hoarse. My head was throbbing. What happened? I thought I was going bowling...

"You're in my room," came a voice to my left, and I looked over to see a guy who was unfamilar. "Don't freak out ok?"

That was probably the least reassuring thing anyone could say, and I tried frantically to get out of the bed and run away. I succeeded in tangling myself in the ocean of blankets and making my headache three times worse.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" he asked me. My eyes widened in horror. Tracy, the outfit, meeting up. I looked down to see myself dressed in a jersey. I had not been wearing that last night. Oh. My. God. "Did we, um, we didn't like...." I trailed off, feeling the bile rise in my throat.

"No! Jesus, no." He answered, appalled at my suggestion. I sighed in relief. "No, I found you passed out on a bench mumbling something about squirrels. You wouldn't tell me where you lived or who to call so I brought you here," he told me, running a hand through his blond hair.

"So you thought it was Ok to just change my clothes?" I hissed at him.

"Hey, I laid you down and you just started stripping off your clothes, I could have just left you naked," he responded, sounding exasperated.

I blushed. Me, stripping? In front of some guy in his dorm room? Wait, I wasn't wearing that lacy underwear anymore either.

"You saw me naked," I squeaked.

"It's not like a blatantly checked you out, look, you're not the first girl I've seen naked," he told me, annoyed. I scowled at him.

"Well, that's reassuring," I mumbled, laying back on the bed.

"Now are you gonna take this Advil or not?" he asked me, pushing the pills and water toward me on the night stand.

"Wait...am I hungover? Is this hungover?" I asked him, wondering if that's what the pounding in my head meant. I thought I saw him smile at me, but he turned to me with a smirk.

"That or you were high, unless your normally strip for random guys?" he asked me chuckling. I glared at him and took the Advil.

"Can I go now?" I asked him.

"As much as I want you out of my room I'm pretty sure you won't be able to stand up," he told me, sitting down in a beat up chair. He glanced over at me. "You're ok though?" he asked.

"I...I think so...I just, I don't remember," I sighed, frustrated. He found me on a bench. I wasn't that girl. The one that you found in some slutty outfit passed out on a bench.

"You might later," He told me, staring at a poster on his wall. Wait was that him? What kind of guy had a poster of himself? "But you might want to make some new friends," he suggested.

"I don't have any friends," I told him softly.

"Those guys from last night were trying to light your hair on fire," he told me pointedly. My eyes widened. "You know what, go back to sleep, it'll help," he told me, reaching toward a Frisbee on his floor.

"Wait, where are you gonna go?" I asked, suddenly wanting him around. He rolled his eyes.

"I'll be outside, I'll check on you through the window if it makes you feel better," he told me. I snuggled under his blankets and nodded. He paused at the door and winked at me, and despite everything, I blushed. He chuckled as he walked off. Asshole.

What the hell am I doing with my life?

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Hello all!

Thanks for reading my second post!

If you haven't figured it out yet this story follows two different characters, just to clear up any confusion. I'm sorry that there was a lack of pictures in there, one of my files decided to just glitch and delete itself.

Next post will be back in Riverview with Kristy, and will hopefully be up soon!