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Probably Wouldn't Be This Way: 11
*Hey it's Mary Cait, and this is the next part to my story. I can't really believe it's almost over (: Well, that's my goal. Finish the stories I've started this year. And maybe finsih my other stories I have. Well...anyways, I hope you all like it :3 ~Mary Cait:3* Part 11 ---------------------------------------------------------------- ~Prince's Point Of View~ I guess Paris and I are starting to see eye to eye again...maybe not as much as I want us too...but we're getting there. Anyways, I was in my room today watching some 'George Lopez' as I could hear Paris practicing her lines for the school play in a few weeks. Blanket, I could hear, was goofing off with Donte again. I sighed and smiled some. Then I went to thinking about Becca...I wonder how long it's going to take her to wake up from her coma? I'm frightened that her heart'll stop yet again in her sleep and we won't know what to do...and it won't start beating again. Wow...if I ever told Tom this, he would just say I was being a worry wort...then Bill would slap him like there was no tomorrow. Eh...in a way, I guess I've always liked Bill. I mean, daddy liked him because he was a proper guy...he just didn't like Tom a lot...well, at least Tom has grown up in the years we've known him, maybe still girl crazy...but he's grown up some. Oh, yeah, back to Rebecca. I wonder if she'll wake up...I mean it would be great to see her smiling yet again, running, goofing off with Paris, me trying to tell her how I feel about her...I know it's crazy to love people who are younger then you, but also, like they say "Age is nothing but an number". I just hope she gets better. Anyways, I was watching TV when Paris walked into my room and put a card on my bed. I looked up at her to see her smiling at me. "What is it Par?" I asked her. "Well, I want you to sign this with me." She said. "It's a get well card for Becca. See, I've already signed it, Bill, Tom, Drums(Her nickname for Gustav), Georg, Andy, Lexa, Ashley, CC, Jinxx, Jake, Blanket, Donte, Omar and Granny signed it for her and the rest of the family...so now all we need is you Prince." "Okay." I said while sitting up. I grabbed the pen and placed the card on my lap and signed my name on it. I read the card before I handed it back to her. "Hey Becca, it's Paris and the rest of the gang...we just wanted to say I hope you get well soon, and when you read this I've got to catch you up on everything that's been happening around here lately. Mostly to do with your bother and TH I know you. And also, when you get better, we've so gotta hang out somemore before I gotta go back to school. Till then, we all love you feel better and we love you a lot Love- Paris, Prince, Blanket, Donte, Omar, Bill, Tom, Gustav, Georg, Lexa, Andy, Ashley, Jinxx, Jake, CC, Katy and the Jackson family" I smiled and handed it back to my sister. She smiled at me and ran out of my room. I sighed and smiled again and continued to watch TV when I heard Blanket calling for me to help him out with Donte. I got up and went after them both. I wonder what Andy and Lexa are up to right now. ************** ~Lexa's Point of View~ Bill hurry your ass to this fuckin' hotel room before I blow my brians out! I have to know it if true or not! I paced back and forth till I heard a knock on the door. I went to it and looked out the peep hole to see Bill standing there with a bag from the store in his arms. I yanked the door open and pulled him into the hotel room. I was so glade that Tom and them took the guys out for right now. I looked at Bill sternly. "Where the HELL have you been?!" I snapped at him. "Do you know how stupid it looks for grown twenety-something-year-old man to go to a drug store and pick up a pregnacy test!" He snapped at me. I narrowed my eyes at him, grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him so that we were face-to-face. "You listen, and you better listen good Bill Kaulitz," I started, pulling him extra close to my face, so that I could get my point across. "Right now, I haven't slept in three weeks, I've been pukin' everyone damn mornin' and I would really much like it if you get your fuckin' mouth shut if you don't want me to smack the hell out of you and smack your mouth off and pull that damn nose ring out of your nose! Understand me!?" Bill scardly nodded his head as I let go on him. I patted the side of his, gently, and went to the bathroom to see if it was tree or not. ^*^ It's been five minutes, shouldn't the thing have...*Beep* nevermind then. I went over to the test and picked it up. It said that if it was blue, you're pregnant but if it was pink, you're not pregnant...I'm not sure if I wanted it to be pink or even if I wanted it to be blue...I opened one of my eyes to see the little stick was blue and right in the middle of it...it said "+" which obviously means I'm pregnant...I mean...me and Andy only had done it once, but I guess like they say..."It only takes one time". I threw the test away and walked into the livingroom of the hotel where Bill stood with his arms cross in the center of it. "Well?" He asked with his eyebrow raised. "I'm..." I started. "Ja?" "Pregnant." I finsihed. Bill and I were silent for a moment till we both went to each other and started jumping around the place like two little kids when they get something they wanted. But only thing is, behind this excitment I have...how am I going to tell Andy about the baby... How? *I know this didn't have Becca or Michael in it, I'm just going to do like some half of it is the other characters and the other half of it is in Rebecca and Michael's part. Well, I'm going to try and start the next part to this...till then BYE :)*
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