Rating(s) of the fic you want: MA
Which brother do you want your story to be about?: Zac
Genre you want your story to be: Comedy or Drama
Three specific things you want your fic to include:
- A broken down elevator
- a fight between a girlfriend and boyfriend
Three things you do not want your fic to include:
- Any of the real girlfriends
- girlfriend bashing
Mollie walked through the doorway of the hotel and shook the rain from her jacket. She wished there had been some advance warning to the sudden downpour before she’d left the house. But, the bright blue skies had lied to her. She supposed by now she should probably be used to it. Everything in her life had somehow let her down at one point or another. Though she didn’t understand, she often wondered if everyone’s life was like this. Confusing and twisted, jerking her mind around in every direction possible.
“Guess it’s true what they say,” She muttered to herself. “When it rains, it pours.”
She glanced out the window and sighed softly at the rain. She half wondered in her mind why she was even there to begin with. Her boyfriend had called her at three o’clock the morning before, drunk as a dog and crying like a baby. He told her the whole story. At first, she expected to hear that he’d cheated, just because that’s how most drunken and hysterical late night phone conversations from boyfriends to girlfriends usually wind up. This time, however, was different.
“Hey,” His voice spoke cautiously behind her, startling her from her flashback. She closed her eyes briefly, gathering up her wits and courage and slowly turned to face him, forcing a small smile. “Thanks for coming.”
“Yeah,” She nodded slowly, trailing off awkwardly for a few moments before starting again, a little more boldly. “Well you wanted to talk.”
He nodded wordlessly and cocked his head towards the elevator, raising his eyebrows questioningly. She nodded and followed him, her mind racing and burning with questions that needed answers. She couldn’t understand how this could have happened, and nothing really made sense to her anymore.
“Okay,” He began slowly once the door shut and he punched in the number 5, which lit up and made a soft ding in response. “I…don’t know where to start.”
She looked up at his face as the elevator started moving upwards, rather shell-shocked. Where to start?
“How about where it ended last night, Zac.” She spoke bitterly, her voice colder than she’d ever heard it, ringing off the elevator walls. He nodded and she saw his adam’s apple move suddenly as he gulped down what she knew was guilt, causing a bad taste in his mouth.
“I’m scared, Mol. I mean…a baby?” His eyes widened as he spoke the word. “Are we seriously ready for that?”
“Well of course not!” She spoke angrily, her fists clenching. “I wasn’t asking to be pregnant with your baby, Zac. I wasn’t asking for any of this. It wasn’t like it was planned.”
“Okay, okay!” Zac said softly, his eyes widening again, this time in surrender of his last statement, knowing she was right. “But there’s so much responsibility there. And Mol, I’ll help you…I just…”
“Don’t know if you can be with me.” She finished in a small voice, contrasting strongly with the aggressive one she’d used moments before. He swallowed hard and watched her face, not able to nod or shake his head.
“You know me…you know I’d do anything for you.” He said softly, watching her bright green eyes fill with tears.
“I don’t know you. Not anymore.” She shook her head, her eyes looking up at him honestly. “The four months that we were together, I got to know you, but I never once expected you to do anything like this to me. Never. Do you know how many times –”
She stopped short when the elevator lurched and she looked up, seeing the lights flicker, then fall dark completely, the only sound in the small compartment was Zac’s and her own labored breathing.
“Shit,” She heard Zac curse under his breath and starting to try to fumble his way to the emergency phone. Just then the lights came back on and he unhooked the door and grabbed the phone, dialing “0″. “Uh, yeah um…I’m staying in Room 525, and I’m in the elevator, and it just broke down or something. It stopped.”
Mollie looked down at her toes, listening to Zac take charge of the situation, wondering why he lacked that kind of attitude when it came to his child. It was an accidental pregnancy; she wasn’t even sure how it happened. All she knew was that a little life was now residing inside of her, and if things continued this way, he or she might never know his father.
“Okay, thanks,” Zac finished and hung up, then looked up at her. “They’re working on it now.”
She nodded wordlessly and wiped her face off a little bit, not wanting to appear too frazzled when they were rescued.
“Mol…” He trailed off, watching her. “I’m trying to do the right thing. Everything I do feels so wrong.”
“Imagine how I feel! I’m supposed to go home and tell my parents that I’m going to be a single mother!” Her stomach lurched as she thought of the disappointment she was sure to see on her father’s face.
“You won’t be,” He answered firmly. “I won’t allow it.”
“Uhm…” She laughed bitterly and shook her head. “If you broke up with me, that means I’m single. And I’ll be a mother. So yeah, single…mother.”
He was silent for a moment, just watching her, sighing softly.
“You’re right. I ran. Jetted, as fast as I could. I’m terrified. So scared I can’t think straight,” He nodded and looked at his fingers. “Maybe I don’t want to break up.”
“So then why did you?”
“Fear,” He stated simply, as though that was the only logical explanation. “And I’m sorry.”
She stood there, a blank expression on her face. Sorry didn’t make the situation better. Either he was with her or she was alone. And she wasn’t sure how she was going to make it out of this if he wasn’t with her.
“Will you take me back?” He asked after a long pause, looking down at her. She looked up and read his face. His eyes shone with guilt and fear, but also regret. She felt the exact same emotions in herself. She knew how he felt.
“Yeah, if you promise me one thing,” She nodded firmly and looked up at him, her eyebrows furrowed in steadfast concentration. “You will not leave me through this. Get scared, angry, embittered, happy, remorseful, whatever. But do not leave me.”
He looked down into her eyes and saw the fear of the woman who was carrying his child and suddenly saw the way he’d been acting.
“Mol, I swear. I won’t. I’m so sorry. I was so selfish.” He took her in his arms and sighed softly into her neck, smelling her perfume and feeling her small arms wrap around his waist, holding him.
“It’s okay, I’m scared too,” She nodded, sighing softly. “We react differently, that’s all.”
He nodded a little bit, knowing she was giving him more credit than he deserved, but slowly stood up when the elevator began moving again and took her hand tightly.
“Let’s go tell my brothers first,” He nodded, gulping nervously.
“Together,” She whispered, looking up at him and squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Always together.”