It Wasn't Enough Chap:4"I was thinking, maybe you should see a doctor" I raised an eye brow at my best friend as we walked home; both Kenny and Cartman had detention for throwing paper balls at Miss Bradleys ass. Apparently, she had the best ass out of all the teachers, and I'm sure if I was into that sort of thing I'd agree, but as I'm not, I think Mr Davis has the best ass. "It's just, we don't know anything about male pregnancy dude, or female either, but that's not the point. I just think you should see a professional instead of going off what a stick says" he shrugs but I completely agree with what he's saying, I should make sure before telling anyone.
"Okay, I'll make an appointment for tomorrow. You have to come with me though" I tell him, and he looks a bit spectacle. "What?" I ask.
"What if they think I'm the dad?" He asks warily and I just sigh, because seriously.
"Stan, nobody is going to think you're the dad just because you're coming with me" hehe, cuming with me. No, dirty Kyle; that will not h
It Wasn't Enough Chap:3Me and Stan waited at the bus stop the next morning for our friends. Well, when I say friends I mean, friend and not-friend-who-just-so-happens-to-be-the-father-of-my-child. Kenny arrives first, and my first thoughts are 'why couldn't he be the father of my baby?' With his messy blonde hair, perfectly on show after he stopped wearing his hood up in 8th grade. He was tall, but still so skinny what with his family being as poor as they are. He had bruises on his face most likely from when he'd gotten into fights with other guys; or slapped by girls. It was his own fault though, flirting and sleeping with people who already had boy/girlfriends after all. That's probably a good reason as to why it'd be bad for him to be the dad of my child: he's a slut; just can't keep it in his pants.
Then I turn to look at Stan. Black fringe over his blue eyes. After Cartman he's the tallest out of us, with me being the shortest. He's reliable, kind, down to earth. Fit. Very fit; unlike Cartman he actual
Smoker's AddictionI exhale into the cold air, glad for the cancer stick currently between my fingers. I watch the smoke dance gracefully as it flows up into the sky. It's been a stressful day, but then it always is when we start recording. Gerard changing his mind every five minutes. Mikey drinking too much coffee for his own good. Ray arguing with Gerard on the sound he's trying to change. Don't get me wrong, we're all still pretty tight, but when it comes to recording, everyone wants it to be at the highest standard we can get it. The outcome is worth it though, because it is fucking amazing. I put the cigarette back to lips taking another drag, feeling the burn down my throat; the end burns bright, and it relaxes me like a child with a blanket. As I blow the smoke back out into the world to disappear, I see Gerard approach me from the corner of my eye. His voice relaxes me is well, when he's singing that is. It's smoothing, despite what the lyrics maybe be; he makes them beautiful. Gerard's voice wou
It Wasn't Enough Chap:2What am I going to do? I'm not ready for a child, I'm only 16. Maybe I could just get rid of it, then there'd be nothing to worry about. Could I do that though? It may still be but a foetus, and have half the DNA of manipulative fatass, but it's still a baby; still my baby. I don't think I'd have the heart be able to get rid of it. Should I tell Cartman? I don't know how he'd react. Laugh in my face, feel disgusted, hate me even more; ask me to get rid of it? Could he be the complete opposite? Hug me in his muscular arms, kiss my forehead and tell me it'll be okay, and that we'll raise the baby together. Would I like that? I have no intention on getting together with Cartman. He is Cartman for crying out loud. I can't help but think back to the time he used all those foetuses to create a new Shakey's Pizza. Yeah, that's what my child has to look forward to as a dad. Do I really have to tell him though? Logically, there's no way of him knowing unless I tell him. What would ou
It Wasn't EnoughIt was just suppose to be a one night thing. Not even that, it was a mistake; never suppose to happen. I hate him, and he hates me. It's just the natural order of things. Jew vs Nazi. Not Jew fucked by Nazi. He's a fat, racist, anti-Semitic asshole! I mean, he's not that fat anymore, but that's so not the point. He's still what I hate, and I'm still what he hates. But he fucked me, like a dirty slut. He's fucking homophobic is well to top it off. I don't know weather he even remembers, but I sure as fucking do.
How did it even happen? We were at a party at Bebe's house, one Saturday night about a month ago. I had drunk more than I normally do, just by the fact that my parents were out for the whole weekend and wouldn't see my hangover in action. I don't remember how much I had drank by the time he sauntered over to be. To be honest, I hardly remember anything apart from him dragging me into the toilet, bending me over the sink and thrusting into me. I moaned I moaned like a comple