"Hey!!" Brian said, as I ran up to him, and fell in his arms. I gave him a smile and a kiss. When I hugged him I saw Zac pass by, shaking his head.
"I�ve missed you."
"It�s been like a week."
"I�ve still missed you. Did you miss me?" I asked. He nodded. "Good." Brian laughed, and let me go.
"What�re you doing here?�
"Well, I moved here! I told you I was moving but I didn�t tell you where so surprise!" He rolled his eyes. "Anyway I live down the road from the Hansons� and we�re good friends so they sorta invited me to come along with them."
"That�s good. It�s better being back here then out there. I mean I�m surprised that we haven�t lost all our fans that�ve been to a concert because they went deaf."
"I know, I�ve been to concerts before, they�re hell." Brian absently looked at his watch.
"Damn, I gotta go. We�re doing the sound check now. So, I�ll see you when we�re done," he said. I nodded, and he gently kissed me. Then he ran off to the stage where they were already waiting for him.
I went over to Zac�s chair with his name on the inside, and sat down. Five minutes later he walked up to me. "Move it, I wanna sit down."
"No."
"Yeah, get outta my chair. You can sit in Taylor�s."
"I don�t like Taylor�s. I like yours. You should be willing to be giving up your seat for me. I am the pregnant one here."
"Why don�t you tell Brian that and sit in his chair?"
"Brian�s doing his sound check right now, I don�t wanna bug him. But I like bugging you. It�s one of my hobbies so live with it." He rolled his eyes. "When he gets done I�ll be talking to him so you can have your chair back."
"When he gets done then it�ll be our turn."
"Then I guess you�re out of luck, Zac." I crossed my legs at the ankles and put my hands in my lap. He gave me a pissed look, but walked away. At least I won that fight.
I sat back and relaxed, happy that I didn�t have to get up, but then I realized what I had here. Zac, a guy I had been in love with for I don�t know how long, Brian, who I knew loved me with all his heart, and Jeff somewhere who was the father of my child.
And only Zac knows about it.
Talk about a threat to my innocence. Of course, Brian thinks I�m a sweet girl from a nice family. He hasn�t met any of my family. He doesn�t know anything about my past. He doesn�t know I�m pregnant. And I don�t wanna tell him.
Seriously I didn�t know how he was gonna react. If he was gonna ask if I still see Jeff at all, if I ever loved him and all that crap and I can�t lie very well. At least, not with Brian. He seems just so innocent, so fragile that I didn�t like playing games with his heart.
I remember waking up. I rolled over, and I hit something. My eyes opened and there lay Brian, still asleep. And he was naked. Oh my God!! My hand went to my mouth as I sat up.
I looked around and I was in a hotel room. Brian�s hotel room. The phone rang softly. I didn�t feel right picking it up, but seeing as Brian made no progress to move, I cleared my throat and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Ginger?" Nick�s voice asked. "What�re you doing in Brian�s room so early in the morning?"
"Sitting. Talking to you."
"Funny. You sound tired. Did you just wake up?" he asked. I heard some shuffling in the background and Howie�s voice asking who Nick was speaking to. "Ginger," came the muffled response. Clearly Nick had his hand over the phone. "I think she spent the night over there."
"I can still hear you, ya know," I told him.
"Damn," he mumbled. Brian shifted in his sleep and woke up. He saw me on the phone and gave me a weird look.
"Who you on the phone with?" he asked, groggily.
"Nick." He motioned for me to give him the phone so I did.
"Yo, Nick," he said into the phone. I only heard his half of the conversation. "Yeah�" he glanced over to me. "What? I don�t think so�she�s 23." Oh shit. "Well you can tell that little Hanson brat to get his facts straight." OH SHIT!!! "Nick, I don�t care if he sounded pretty convincing, he�s a little brat and has been since we first met him."
Brian got fed up and just hung up the phone. "I know you�re family friends and stuff but you really got to talk to that Zac. He�s convinced Nick that you�re 13."
"Now do I look 13?" I asked, my outside appearance thinking it stupid but inside I knew that I was lying. Zac was right and once I got home I knew I was gonna kill him.
"No! I wouldn�t believe him for a second." He gently kissed me. "I�ve hated him for a while. And I don�t really know why."
"When I get home he�s gonna get a well deserved slap from me." Brian gave me a pleading look.
"Can�t I do it?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. I shook my head, and he gave me a funny look. I smiled to him, and he hugged me for no apparent reason.
I walked up to the Hanson house three hours later, and rang the doorbell. I swallowed hard as I waited for someone to answer. The door opened and there stood Zac.
Quickly I glanced behind him to see if anyone was there, and upon seeing no one I punched him as hard as I could. Zac fell over, not exactly expecting that.
"You have a lot of nerve to go up to them after I said not to. And boy are you lucky that Brian trusts me." I turned around and walked away, tears welling in my eyes and I found it hard to breathe.
I felt like such a little kid. I�m 13, dammit and I�m crying all the time. Stupid hormones. There was something wrong, I could sense it�something was wrong. It was inside of me, I don�t know what.
Suddenly I felt weak and I dropped to the ground, and passed out.
Zac had recovered from the punch quickly and stood up just in time to see me fall to the ground. He ran over to me, shaking his head. "Oh no, no Ginger. You are not passing out on me again, no way."
He tried shaking me but I didn�t wake up. He tried again and even slapped me but nothing really helped. So he ran back into the house and told Diana to call an ambulance.
"What? Why?"
"Ginger just passed out outside and she�s not waking up."
"�The tests have shown, well that she had�" the doctor stopped talking, noticing that I woke up. It was Dr. Lisa again, and she�s not a normal doctor. She�s a gyno, so instantly I got worried.
I sat up, wondering what was going on. Dr. Lisa walked over to me, and told me to lay down. "What�s going on? Why�re you here?" I asked her.
"Ginger, I have some bad news."
"What? Bad news? What happened?"
"Ginger you had a miscarriage. Your baby died." Tears spilled out of my eyes instantly. I told them to go away. I wanted to cry in peace. Once they left I started bawling.
Oh God what am I gonna tell Jeff? Everything was going perfect then all of a sudden this happens. What the hell went wrong? I couldn�t think anymore, all I did was cry and cry�God why did he have to die?
It was all to much for me. And there was nothing I could do about it besides just cry and wonder. Cry and wonder, talk about helpless. I didn�t even know where Jeff was, how was I supposed to be able to tell him.
Just then someone knocked and came in. "Here�s Jeff�s number at the jail," my mother said. It�s like they read my mind. "I�ll leave you be." I took the paper and she left.
I turned to the phone next to me, and picked up the receiver. I punched in the number I was given and waited. "Hello?" a deep male voice said.
"Hi, um is it possible that I could speak to one of the inmates?" I asked.
"Which one?"
"Jeffery Grace." I heard a click and someone telling me to hold on. So I waited a little while until I heard footsteps, and someone picking up a phone.
"Hello?" Jeff�s voice said.
"Jeff?"
"Ginger! Hi! What�s up?"
"Jeff is there a chair nearby?" I asked. He told me yeah. "Sit down." He sat down.
"Why should I be sitting down?"
"Jeff the baby died." I heard a squeak, a bang and a �fuck!� "What happened?"
"I fell off the chair. What? How?�"
"I don�t know. I just found out ten minutes ago. They�re not telling me how, they just told me it happened. And Jeff I�m devastated. I�m surprised I can even contain myself to talk to you."
"Well at least you called me," he said, his voice breaking. I could tell he was crying.
"Are you crying?"
"No," he said, totally breaking down.
"It�s alright to, ya know." He sniffed and wouldn�t admit it. "I have to leave now. I love you."
"I love you." He hung up the phone, and I waited for a long time until I hung up the phone after him. So I sat in that bed for the longest time, not letting anyone come in.
When the lunch tray came along I refused it. People tried comforting, all my friends at home had been notified, and I had been told they sent all their sympathies and a huge hug.
That�s when I realized what I needed to do.