"Who is it?"
I heard Kylie call from inside her house. I was standing on the porch freezing my ass off. It's officially cold in New York; -10 degrees Celsius. Today apparently Kylie and Nick went to get an ultrasound! I'm so excited to see the pictures. I don't know if they found out if it's a girl or a boy. I hope it's a girl, because then I can show her how to walk down 5th Avenue with style. But, if it's a boy I'll love him just the same.
"It's me you idiot!" I yelled back. She new I was coming. Just then the door spun open and I gave her a quick hug as I entered.
"I love your hair." She said running her fingers threw the end. My hair looked the same as always. "Oh my God, you have Claire Danes hair. Her new long, hair, not her old hair." I blinked at her. What the hell? "Except your hair is lighter. Actually you slightly look like her, but not really, your jaw isn't as pointy." Has someone been taking drugs?
"Don't worry about her, she's hormonal." I heard a voice come from the kitchen. I quickly moved away from Kylie. Sitting at the table was Nick. He was wearing a suit, and looking rather nice.
"Nick, what's wrong with her?"
He just laughed. "She's been like this. The doctor said she might be a little moody, and different."
I walked over to him, and he looked up at me. "Get up, so I can give you a hug." Smiling, he stood up and I wrapped my arms around him. "Congratulations."
"Thanks." He said hugging me back.
"I want to see the pictures!"
He let go of me, and yelled towards the door. "Kylie, Lena wants to see the pictures."
About ten seconds later Kylie hopped into the room with a magazine. "Denise Richards!" She said excitedly. Nick and I both exchanged weird looks of confusion. "Honey, doesn't she have Denise Richards hair?" She asked Nick.
"Who?" We both asked at the same time. She held up the magazine and we both mumbled "Oh."
"But you have that killer Jessica Simpson body, except you have longer legs." She paused and glanced at me. "Maybe shorter legs…"
She walked away humming. I glanced at Nick who looked confused. "I really hope she's not like that for another five months."
"I had to convince her that she looked like Jennifer Connelly because she thought she was starting to look like Rosie O'Donald." I let out small laugh. She did look like Jennifer Connelly, or maybe Kate Beckinsale. Shit, now I'm doing it. "Please hang out with her. She's driving me insane." Letting out another laugh I left the kitchen, and went to find Kylie. She was sitting on the couch with the magazine on her lap.
When she saw me come in, she smiled and shook her head. "Oh, right, you wanted to see that pictures." I went over to sit beside her, as she picked up an envelope off the table and opened it. The first one was dark, with big white blotchy spots. It didn't really look like a baby. I squinted down at the picture. The baby had to be there right?
We sat silently for about three whole minutes just looking at the pictures. I still couldn't see the baby. Then all of a sudden Kylie burst out crying. "I can't see my baby!" Jumping practically out of my seat, I looked over at her. She was holding the small picture in front of her nose, crying. "What kind of Mother can't see her own child?"
I put my hand on her back to comfort her. "I can't see anything either." I told her.
She looked up at me with huge wide watery eyes. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, it looks like a whole bunch of blobs."
"I know! I just told the doctor that I could see it. Even Nick can see our own baby!"
I smiled sympathetically at her. "Let's ask Nick."
"No!" She yelled.
"I told him I could see it."
"Kylie…" I rolled my eyes.
"I haven't felt the baby move." She blurted. I gave her a strange look. "You're supposed to feel it move at four months, but nothing."
"I'm sure it'll start moving soon."
"What if it doesn't? What if I have a paraplegic baby?!"
"Kylie, you're baby will move." She simply nodded. I gave her a quick hug, and then Nick came in the room.
He looked sadly at Kylie. "What's with all the crying?"
Kylie burst out crying again. She couldn't even speak. "She can't see the baby," I said for her.
He shrugged. "Neither can I."
Kylie's head shot up, so fast I barely saw it. "What?!"
"You said you could see it, so I said I could see it."
"I thought you could see it, that's why I said I could see it."
Kylie jumped up and threw her arms around Nick's neck. "I'm so happy you can't see our child." She said lightly kissing him. She picked up the dark blobby picture and looked at it again. "I think it's a boy."
Nick smiled. "Why?"
"Maternal instincts." She shrugged. "Or maybe I'm just hormonal."
"I think it's a bit of both." He said kissing her forehead. I suddenly got very jealous. No one ever kissed me on the forehead. Not even my Mom. His hands were on her arms when he leant into kiss her. She didn't even seen to notice; yet I still saw a small smile creep onto her lips. I wanted that. Not Nick to kiss me on the forehead, but someone too. I wanted someone to care about me the way he cares about Kylie. Why did I always get stuck with the Kevins of the world? Then, the one guy who is actually decent turns out to have a girlfriend! What kind of luck is that? Of course there is Ryan, except I didn't really know him.
"By the way Lena has a date." Kylie announced. I looked up at her. Did she have to tell everyone? "He's a surgeon." She told Nick.
"How old is he?" He asked.
I didn't actually know his age. "My age."
He raised an eyebrow. "And he's a surgeon?"
"That's what he told me." Then Nick didn't say anything. He just looked like he was thinking. "You think he's lying." I didn't ask it as a question.
"I didn't say that."
"You're thinking it."
"No, I'm not. I'm trying to figure out how a 23 year old is a surgeon. You don't see many of them."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't know if he's 23 exactly." I knew he was being protective. That's just how Nick is.
"I hope you know it takes about 11 years to become a doctor."
"Thank you I know that." I didn't actually. 11 years, wow.
"Nick, please. I'm just going on one date with him. Okay?"
He nodded. "Sorry. I just don't want him lying to you."
"I know, thank you."
There was a pause. A very uncomfortable pause, when Kylie announced, "Oh, I see it!" I looked over at her; she was waving the picture around in her hand. "Look, I see it!" She pointed to one of the blobs. Nick leaned over and looked at the picture.
"Are you sure?"
"Just say you see it." She told him.
"I see it."
She skipped happily out of the room still holding the picture. Nick just looked over at me and rolled his eyes.
Later on, when I got home. I had to engage in laundry. I utterly hate laundry. It has to be the worst thing on the planet. I always seem to miss something really great on T.V. when I wash my clothes. What I actually wanted to do was eat ice cream and watch a movie, and try not to think about what I'm going to wear to my date with Ryan. Shit! I need a dress for Mom's birthday! I dropped the dirty clothes I was holding and ran over to the calendar in the kitchen. It's December 7th. I have exactly 13 days until I leave with Jack. I need a dress. Something pink. I have to wear pink… My mom thinks because I'm a ballerina I have to wear pink all the time. Ha! Well, this year I'm spicing it up. Maybe something off the shoulders, something sexy, something black, something short. Mother dearest would kill me. It would so be worth it, to see her face.
Chuckling softly to myself, I finished throwing all my dirty laundry into a basket, and headed for the laundry room. Let me tell you something about the laundry room; It's dark, it's cold, and I wouldn't be surprised if someone died down there. Died, I mean murdered. I pushed the laundry room door open with my hip and went over to the nearest washer. Opening the lid, I checked for anything. There was a penny way at the bottom. I could just leave it, but it was heads up, which means it's good luck. I stretched my arm inside and tried to grab it; my arms were to short. I leant forward, making my feet come off the ground. I could just touch it….
Bam! I brought my head up too quickly making it collide with the side of the washer. I brought both hands up to rub the back of my head. "Fuck…" I mumbled.
Looking up threw watery eyes, Jack just so happened to be standing there holding his own basket of laundry. "Are you okay?"
Why did he have to be everywhere? I'm seeing him literally everyday. "Fine, just fine." I said even though my head was stinging.
"Let me see." He put his basket on a washer, and walked over to me.
"No, it's okay." He ignored me, and put both hands on either side of my face, and pulled me towards his chest gently. He bent my head down so he could get a good look the back of my head. Jesus, I was so close to him. I could feel the heat coming off his body, and hitting my face. I could smell, whatever soap he used. I closed my eyes just feeling warm.
"You're fine." He said letting go of my head. I immediately stepped back, and smiled.
He moved back over to his laundry and opened the lid. I just stood there watching him. His back was facing me, so I couldn't really see what he was doing because of his broad shoulders were in the way. I turned around and looked down into the washer. The penny was still looking up at me, almost smirking. "Stupid penny." I mumbled, and then tried again. I reached down for it, and then stuck my other arms in. I don't know why I thought both arms would have helped, but it didn't. Wondering if Jack was watching me. I decided to forget the penny. Pulling, myself up, I realized I couldn't. Yup, that's right I was stuck…
"Shit…" I breathed. My shoulders were too wide. "Shit, shit, shit."
"Please tell me you're not stuck." I heard him say. I could detect a bit of a laugh in his tone.
"No, I'm fine." I lied.
He started laughing. I couldn't believe it. He was laughing at me! "I can't believe you actually got stuck in a washing machine."
Stupid fucking penny. No, Stupid fucking me! I'm the one who stuck half of my body into a washing machine to get a penny! "I'm not stuck." I snapped at him.
"Yes you are." He said between laughs. I was sooooo going to hurt him when I got out of here.
I started to tug myself out, which of course didn't work. I could feel the entire machine shake every time I tried to get free. Then because I was frustrated I started to bang against the inside. "Do you need help?" I didn't say anything. I of course needed help, but I wanted to do it myself.
Just then I banged my fist against the inside with defeat, when I heard the washer start up. It made a sort of rumbling sound. "What's going on?"
"I don't know." He said in a confused tone.
I was about to say something when a giant gush of water hit me in the face. It started out as warm and got hotter. That's when I started screaming. "Get me out of here!" I was going to drown! In a washing machine! That has to be the most humiliating way to die. Still screaming, I felt Jack's large arms wrap around my waist and tug with one huge motion. Now, free the top half of my body flung up and smacked against Jack's chest. The back of my head hit his chin, and we both tumbled backwards. He fell still with his arms around my waist and hit his back against the other washers on the other side. I didn't dare move. This had to be the most embarrassing experience of my entire being. Jack didn't move either. We both sort of sat there, his arms securely around my waist, and my back against his chest. I could feel his chest rise and fall with slow breaths.
"Um…" I managed to say at last.
"Yeah…" He mumbled.
I couldn't even get up if I wanted to. His arms were around me so tight. "Could you maybe let go of me…?" I said quietly. He realized me immediately. I got up so fast I almost tripped. My hair was soaking wet as well as my shirt. I felt really stupid; I couldn't even look at Jack.
I heard him get up slowly. Then he just started to crack up. I spun around and glared at him. He was clutching his stomach, as he tried to control himself. "This is so not funny!" I yelled at him.
"You know it is." He said straightening up a little.
I shook my head making my wet hair fly around. "I could have died!"
"Thank God I was here." He said still chuckling. "Come on, just laugh. You know it was hilarious."
I didn't say anything, because I new he was right. I let a small chuckle out, as I watched him laugh, then I couldn't stop myself. He looked up at me as I clutched my own stomach. "But seriously, are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."
"Please don't do that again." He said before laughing all over again.
Wow, so some of you like Jack, some of you like Ryan. Hmm… I really would like to know more about whom you like. Of course the next chapter is going to have Ryan, so stay tuned.