SMALL BUMP - ED SHEERAN
THE WEEKEND CLUB
layout to the amazing @deercat
like damnnnn this layoutttt
ahhh, i've been waiting so long for this story
in the best possible way of course ;)
although i wrote 3/4s of the story when
BAM! accidentally deleted it all
and it only gives you ONE control-z
so i lost it all...
so here's take two, lol.
i mentioned @mclovinn, @emgeemtee, @vampire-weakend!
i'm trying to get girls involved in my stories
rather than just aimee/scotty/ian/eden
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"Morning," Scotty murmurs when I roll over.
He slings a skinny arm over my body;
the action almost territorially
but completely and utterly innocent.
"Good morning," I sigh.
"How'd you sleep last night?"
He shrugs his shoulders before yawning.
"I was up until four just counting sheep."
"Got to 978 before I got hungry
and made myself a bowl of cereal," he reasons.
I faintly smile at that typical Scotty move
but it's only around for a little while
before I feel a wave of nausea wash over me.
"F-ck," I exclaim as I throw back the sheets
and run as quickly as I can into the bathroom.
With my fingers curled around the edges of the seat,
I vomit the contents of my empty stomach into the bowl.
My stomach heaves for another round or two.
I feel like someone's hit me over the head
with a baseball bat or something.
"You feelin' okay?" Scotty asks.
I hadn't heard him creep up behind me
but there he is - standing with his lanky body
pressed up against the paint chipped door frame,
looking at me like I was a lost puppy.
"I'm vomiting Scotty...how do you think I'm doing?"
Thankfully, he laughs at my remark.
"Do you think you're coming down with something?"
"I hope not," I mumble.
"I literally feel like I am death."
Scotty pats my back before rubbing
it in small, circular motions.
"Maybe you shouldn't go to New Temp this week."
I shake my head. "No, no, I want to go."
"You're sick, Aimee."
"Am not," I start to argue before I vomit again.
"...Okay, maybe I'm a little sick."
He shoots me a sympathetic look
before reaching over to flush the toilet for me.
"Come on, honey. You should go back to bed."
I stick a hand in between the two of us.
"I'm fine, Scotty! Whatever I had, probably passed."
He doesn't look too convinced though.
"Oh, I don't know...you should stay home.
Wouldn't want to vomit on the boat, would you?"
"Guess not," I sigh.
Before I can rethink my decision,
Scotty scoops me up into his arms
and carries me off of the cold floor,
back into the cozy bedroom.
"What about Eden?" I argue as he covers me with blankets.
"I'll drop her off at Nora's or something.
You just need to stay here and rest, okay?"
I frown at that.
"Where are you going to go?
Are you going to the island without me?"
He shakes his head and lets out a gentle sigh.
"I'll be right here with you.
I just don't want you to get Eden sick."
Normally I would've argued with him,
fought more to get my way.
But right now sleep sounded better than ever.
Scotty rests an empty bucket on the floor next to me.
"Just in case, you know," he winks.
"Thank you," I lazily smile as I curl up in the blankets,
feeling the urge to sleep pull me back in.
He leaves the apartment ten minutes later
but I'm too busy sleeping to hear him.
* * *
We're halfway through a bootlegged copy of Silver Linings Playbook
when I feel the urge to go to New Temple start to kick in.
I felt completely fine once I woke up from my nap.
It was almost like I had never thrown up in the first place.
"We should go," I speak up and he immediately groans.
"Oh come on Scotty! I feel a hundred percent better."
"I don't know," he moans.
"This weekend will be nothing but boring."
Scotty winks at me. "Oh, I don't know..."
I roll my eyes at his sexual suggestion.
"Come onnnn...let's go to New Temp."
"We have the entire place to ourself though."
"We have that there too," I argue.
It only takes a few seconds for him to realize that I'm right.
I climb onto his lap,
straddling my legs around his waist.
At first, his facial expression doesn't change.
He just stares at me like he's studying it for a test.
"Fine," he caves and I kiss his cheek.
"Come on, pack quickly before I change my mind."
"You're the best," I call to him as I run into the bedroom.
"Tell me something I don't know," he calls back.
I scan the crowd of people waiting for the boat,
expecting to see her face mixed in with the rest of them.
But she's not there.
"Hey, have you seen Aimee?" I ask Nicole,
I mean, Jill as she passes by.
She just shakes her head and blows a puff of smoke
just slightly away from my face.
"Sorry, Ian... I haven't seen her."
My face falls a little bit.
The action isn't intentional,
"It's okay, thanks Jill."
She flashes me a faint smile,
like she knows more about the two of us
then we'd like to believe.
Maybe it's her eyes,
the way they always look like
they're filled to the brim with information.
Or maybe it's just because she's Jill
and I'm looking for a reason to come clean.
Either way, she continues to walk,
probably in pursuit of Kat or something.
It's hard to tell with her.
It's times like these that I wish Jesse was still around.
He'd be telling me to calm down,
snap out of this cringe-worthy version of myself.
Part of me hates myself for caring so much.
Why should I after all?
She stomped on my heart like it was a spider
when she chose Scotty over me.
But I wasn't bitter...
Well, at least I was trying not to be.
She had Scotty and I was by myself.
At first I thought that this would be a good thing,
not having to worry about someone else
and being able to put only Eden before myself.
Slowly but surely the silence started to get to me.
She clouded my mind more and more now that I lacked that escape,
that person who I could think about instead of her twenty four, seven.
Why couldn't I just move on?
It'd surely save me a lot of heartache in the end.
"Hey Ian," Jill shouts,
capturing my attention instantly.
I manage to find her in the crowd
to see her pointing at Aimee,
smirk resting on Jill's face.
My heart speeds up at the mere sight of her.
I hate how she can affect me like this...
Almost as much as I hate the sight of Scotty,
eagerly tagging along behind her like a dog.
"Hey Ian!" Scotty smiles as he waves to me.
I politely wave back to him,
resisting the urge to flip him off.
They walk over to me and I want to jump in the water.
Drowning would be a better alternative than this.
"Where's Eden?" I ask immediately.
Aimee refuses to look me in the eye.
"We thought Aimee was sick earlier
so we dropped her off at Nora's," the prick explains.
I roll my eyes.
"Oh, Nora, that's fantastic."
She shoots me a dirty look but only
until I catch on that she's staring at me.
I look back at her and she looks away.
Nora doesn't hate him
so why should he care?
Hell, the entire Reyes family adores him
and why wouldn't they?
It's not like he impregnated their youngest daughter...
"Well, she agreed to watch her for the weekend," he fills me in.
"Said it was about time we had a weekend to ourselves."
I'm seriously considering the option to drown myself
when they start to board the boat and I envision my escape.
Unfortunately though Scotty is about as clingy as an STD
and latches on to me for dear life.
For some reason he's under the impression that we're friends...
Why would I be friends with someone who's dating the love of my life?
Well, /former/ love of my life, I suppose.
Aimee stands a couple of steps away from us
with her eyes cast outwards towards the island.
I can't help but stare at the wind hits her perfectly,
blowing back her hair and dress like she's a model.
Hell, she could be one if she truly wanted to.
She looks over to me and we make eye contact.
Both our cheeks automatically flush
like we're schoolchildren or something.
"I'm thinking about opening up a bar," Scotty proclaims.
It only takes one syllable for him to carry on a conversation.
It only takes two seconds for me to zone out,
focusing on my former friend/girlfriend/fiance/mother-of-my-child.
You know, the usual relationship people have with others...
I can't help but wonder what she's thinking.
Is she thinking about me like I'm thinking of her?
Is she thinking about how boring Scotty is?
How she'd rather be on the Titanic than this boat?
Because that's what I'm thinking.
"That's very fascinating," I cut him short.
He looks utterly confused by me.
"If you excuse me, I need to go use the, uh, bathroom."
It's a lie but it gets me out of there.
Although I don't look at Aimee,
I can feel her eyes on my back as I walk away
and that's enough for me.
Well, for now.
I slam the shotglass on the bar's countertop.
With eyes squeezed shut for dear life,
I let the burning sensation of tequila run down my throat.
Effie just giggles next to me at my reaction.
It's clear she's more of a professional than I am.
Tonight I was drinking without having to worry about Eden.
Tonight I felt like the Aimee Reyes I was when I first came to New Temple.
Tonight I was young.
I try to leap out of the barstool,
but I stumble terribly.
"You're a lightweight, aren't you?" Eff asks
and I nod my head as I throw it back laughing.
"Shhhhh," I whisper,
even though logically it made little sense.
We both laugh and do another round of shots.
I am definitely /not/ used to this.
"Where did Scotty go?" I ask,
suddenly aware of his lack of presence.
She shrugs her shoulders before
one of her many fanboys approaches her.
"Hey Aims, I gotta go."
I wave her off and she leaves with the pack.
I readjust the strap of my overalls that had slipped down my shoulder.
At some point during the night,
I had swapped my bulky sweater
in favor of the tie-dyed bandeau top
I was wearing now.
Tequila clearly should be banned for me...
I try to make my way over to the jukebox
so I can put on a song I actually recognized.
I'm only halfway across the crowded floor
when I run into Ian, spilling his beer over his shirt.
"Jesus Christ, Aimee," he mutters when he notices me.
I bite my lower lip to keep it from wiggling.
"I am so, so sorry Ian."
He frowns at me as he examines.
"Are you... are you drunk?"
I shake my head a little /too/ soon.
"No, of course not!"
Ian looks at me skeptically.
"Aimee, what are you doing with the paint all over you?"
I examine my arms, looking at the blue paint
smeared up and down them without much thought.
"Kat did 'em about an hour ago."
"You got some on your face too," he points out.
I nod my head. "I know, Ian."
He puts up his hands defensively.
"Just thought you should know."
I stick my tongue out at him.
He laughs though and that makes me feel better.
"Oh yes, you are definitely drunk."
"Am not," I pipe up.
"...Just a lil tipsy."
He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you're drunk."
"F-ck you," I giggle as I lightly punch his arm.
I shrug my shoulders.
"I don't know. I'm not his mother."
"Yeah, but you're his girlfriend
and sometimes that's the same thing."
"I hate you," I say impulsively.
He snorts. "I hate you too."
Crystal Castles' Alice Practice blasts through the speakers.
The techno beat only enhances my irrational anger towards him.
"You're kind of a d-ck, you know that?"
"So I've been told," he sighs.
It's almost like he's too tired to fight.
Looking at the painted Aimee standing in front of me,
it all feels much too surreal.
It's like looking through a time machine,
at a version of her before we had a baby
and became the monsters we are now.
"You should probably find Scotty," I tell her.
She just snorts and waves me off.
"Please, I can find him on my own, on my own time."
"Says the girl who's too drunk to stand still for a minute."
"Am not," she fires back.
Aimee tries to stand still but lasts only
forty five seconds before she stumbles a little bit.
"Told you," I boast.
"Come on, you shouldn't be out here."
She narrows her eyes at me.
"And why the f-ck not?"
"Because you're drunk."
"So? Why do you care?"
"Because I do."
She raises an eyebrow at me and
I silently beg her to not press for more information.
"You confuse me, you know that?"
I snort at her comment.
"Funny, I could say the same thing about you."
She looks at me for a moment before
she turns around to walk away
and trips over her own two feet.
Thankfully, she's too drunk to care
so she sits there and laughs at her own
"Come on, Aimee," I nudge her,
sliding my arms under her tiny limbs.
"I'm gonna bring you home or to Scotty."
"Bring me home," she drunkenly purrs.
"Mine or yours, doesn't matter."
"Oh, something tells me it would to your boyfriend."
She just laughs at my remark,
too deep in her own little world.
I stand up, bracing myself for her weight
but it doesn't hit me like you'd think it would.
Pushing through the crowd of drunk people,
we walk out of the building.
The cool, February air hitting us like a train.
Aimee snuggles up close to my chest for warmth.
Well, at least that's what I tell myself.
"Do you know where Scotty went?" I ask her.
She looks up at me with sleepy eyes.
"I don't know, Ian."
F-ck, well that's just perfect.
"You should just bring me back," she mumbles.
"I can handle myself."
But my grip on her only tightens.
"Nope, not letting you go anywhere."
"That sounds nice," she giggles.
I deserve a badge of honor for this.
We walk around the perimeter in search of Scotty.
It isn't until we reach the first bungalow
that I spot him sitting on the porch,
surrounded by a bunch of the other regular bartenders.
"Hey," I shout at him.
"What the f-ck are you doing?"
He doesn't say anything but blow
a puff of pot smoke towards my face.
His action speaks volumes.
"You're girlfriend's drunk," I tell him.
Scotty laughs like it's hysterical,
that this whole thing is one huge joke.
"She's twenty-four. She can handle herself."
"Exactly," she pipes up.
"No you can't," I tell her.
"You shouldn't have left her alone."
Scotty snorts at that.
"Quit making me out to be the devil, Ian."
"Quit being a d.ouchebag, Scotty," I fire back.
"If you're looking for your girlfriend,
she'll be in your cabin waiting for you."
"You shouldn't have to do this," I moan to him.
"Like Scotty said, I can handle myself."
"Just don't," he whispers and pushes open the door to his cabin.
I haven't been in here in months.
Well, since the... incident.
"I see you haven't changed the place,"
I comment as he sets me down on his bed.
Ian laughs at that.
"What do you expect? An IKEA makeover?"
I giggle at that and climb under the blankets.
The same ones we had rolled around in months prior.
"Noooo," I shake my head.
A silence sweeps over us and I nervously
twirl the fabric around my index finger.
"I thought you hated me," I speak up.
My drunk lips speaking volumes of thoughts for me.
"I did," he admits.
My lips form an 'O' shape as I digest the information.
"Can't say I blame you...," I laugh, trying to relax myself.
Ian looks at me from where he stands in the corner of the room.
"I'll never /completely/ hate you, Aimee."
"That's a lie," I snort.
"Eventually you will... they always do."
He shrugs his shoulders,
choosing not to elaborate.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry," I apologize suddenly.
Judging by the look on his face,
that wasn't what he expected me to say.
To be fair, neither did I.
"It's whatever, Aimee."
"But it's not," I whine.
"Just let it go," he snaps and I want to just
wrap the blankets around me until I'm
no longer visible to him anymore.
Leave it to her to make me fall over again
only to be crushed by the constant reminder.
"I'm sorry," I speak up.
"But I can't do this anymore."
"Do what?" She asks cautiously.
I take a deep breath. "Us."
Aimee frowns at my confession.
"But there isn't an 'us' to no longer do."
I laugh at the innocence in her remark.
"One day you'll see how wrong you are."
She pushes back the blankets with
a look of confusion stamped to her face.
"I should probably get going..."
I try to reach out to her to stop her from leaving
but all my efforts would just go to waste.
"I'm sorry, Ian," she drunkenly apologizes.
"Sometimes I wish I hadn't agreed to go to that party
with you back in college; would've saved us a lot of heartache."
Her confession stabs me in the chest like a knife.
Before I can open my mouth to argue,
she's already running out the door
with an alarming accuracy for someone
who's been drinking tonight.
I just sit there on the edge of the bed,
not really sure what to think anymore.
I wake up next to the toilet again.
Slowly but surely it's becoming my best friend,
the person I find myself next to in the morning.
I don't have much time to think about last night
when my back's already arching over the porceilain bowl,
vomiting all of my problems away.
(Or so I'd like to think...)
"This throwing up needs to stop,"
I groan as I climb into my bed.
Scotty's already passed out and snoring.
As I drape myself in our blankets,
memories from last night come back to me.
It's like putting together an embarrassing puzzle of drunken mistakes.
There were the shots with Effie,
swapping my clothes with the stranger,
getting painted by Kat,
meeting up with Ian,
fighting with Ian,
getting held by Ian,
fighting with Ian again...
Somehow I got to the toilet where I vomited everything up.
Somehow being the key word in that thought.
With a blanket around my shoulders like a cape,
I walk outside of my bungalow and out into the real world.
It's another cold, quiet Sunday morning on New Temple.
Everybody too busy recovering from the wild party last night.
Clearly I wasn't used to it all.
Having a kid had thrown me out of the ring.
Maybe I lost the urge,
lost the desire for this crazy life.
I actually found myself enjoying reading
'The Princess and the Pea' for the millionth time
more than I enjoyed taking body shots off strangers.
A breeze picks up and I pull my blanket a little closer to me.
The wind knocks around a couple of Solo cups and streamers,
all discarded from the wild night before.
Was I even cut out for New Temple anymore?
"Crazy night, huh?" Scotty speaks up as he joins me on the porch.
"I'm too young to feel this old," I whisper.
He puts an arm around me,
still reeking of weed.
"You're just out of practice."
I shrug his arm off of me.
"I'm going to go for a walk or something."
Scotty blinks at me, confused by my reaction.
"Uh, okay, Aimee..."
"Wish I could explain," I say before kissing his cheek.
And so I leave the blanket behind,
running the second my feet touch the ground.
It doesn't even matter that I'm wearing ballet flats.
* * *
"Thank you so much for watching Eden again,"
I begrudingly thank Nora.
She smiles as she looks on at her neice while she watches Dora.
"Oh please, Aimee, you know I love having her."
I have a hard time believing that,
considering my sister is closest version
to Monica Geller I know.
"So how was your weekend with Scotty?" She winks.
I shrug my shoulders.
"It was alright, I guess."
Nor raises an eyebrow.
"You guess? Oh honey, what happened?"
I let out a sigh as I try to think about how
I could possibly tell her without revealing New Temple.
"Well, we went to a party."
"Always fun," she nods.
I refrain from snorting at that.
I honestly believe the last time she went to a party,
Bill Clinton was president of the United States.
"Well, Scotty and I got seperated and he ended up smoking pot," I explain.
"Which isn't bad because I got a little drunk."
Nora blinks at me.
"Okay, and the problem is...?"
"That I ran into Ian," I tell her.
She lets out a groan.
"Oh good Lord, please tell me you didn't."
"Oh, I didn't," I tell her.
I choose to ignore the voice in the back
of my head that says, Because that happened two months ago.
"Also, I've been vomiting a lot lately," I tell her.
Nora snorts. "That's what happens when you drink, Aim."
"No, not just then," I shake my head.
"I've actually been throwing up most mornings for
a little under a week now...
It's like I'm pregnant or something which I can't be
because you have to have sex to get pregnant."
My sister laughs at my comment while I quietly sit there.
She stops laughing when she realizes I'm not.
"Wait, are you pregnant?"
"I can't be," I shake my head. "Can I?"
She frowns slightly at me.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"Aren't you the doctor of the family?"
Nora just rolls her eyes at my remark.
"Okay, well, not to be graphic but
when was the last time you had your period?"
"SWIPER NO SWIPING! SWIPER NO SWIPING!"
Eden shouts, temporarily interrupting my thoughts.
Did I even get my period last month...?
I was too busy trying to fix my relationship
to really pay much attention to anything.
"I...I don't know," I admit.
"Oh, that's not good," she mutters under her breath.
I jab her side with my elbow,
slightly pleased when she yelps out of pain.
"I mean, do you think I should get a test?"
Nora bites her lower lip and shrugs.
"I don't know, Aimee!"
I can't help but bet that she never
had to go through all of this,
feeling all flustered and anxious.
No, Nora was too perfect and careful for this.
If she ever experienced this, it would only be after
a good couple of months or years of planning.
She was organized, thoughtful and reflective
while I was anything but.
No wonder why Mum loved her more...
"Look, if you think there's even a /remote/
chance you're pregnant, you should probably get a test."
I nod my head, eyes still staring out into space.
Pregnant? Me? No, couldn't be...
* * *
"Excuse me, coming through," I yell as I navigate
the shopping cart through the crowded pharmacy.
With Eden busy playing with her doll
and Nora running in front of us,
we look like a crazy bunch.
"This is the aisle," my sister calls back
as she takes a sharp right.
The wheels of the cart squeak as I mimic her actions.
We keep going down the aisle until we
reach the home pregnancy tests.
Immediately I grab the first box I see
until I notice it has a creepy cartoon
drawing of a fetus and put it back on the shelf.
"Screw that," I mutter under my breath.
Thankfully, Nora grabs two boxes that don't have
nightmare inducing cartoons on them.
"Do you really think I'll need two of those?
You know they both come with two tests, right?"
Nora looks at me like I'm a child.
"You want to be sure, right?"
I stare at her for a moment before
realizing the reason to her logic.
"I think I'm going to need a lot of water."
Forty minutes and half a jug of Arizona tea later,
I find myself staring at four pregnancy tests
laid out neatly in a row by the bathroom sink.
"Two minutes and we'll know everything," I sigh
as I sit down next to my sister on the couch.
She lets out a sigh and we sit there in silence.
Although it might be silent physically,
it's definitely not mentally silent for me.
I can hear all the voices in my head
questioning whether or not I was pregnant.
"What do you think?" I ask her.
That snaps her out of her daze.
"I don't know Aimee. What do you think?"
I let out a small sigh.
"Hell, I don't even know."
She squeezes my hand for support.
"Well, for what it's worth,
you're a good mum, Aimee."
I flash my sister a faint smile.
Us being like this is unusual to say the least.
Nine times out of ten we don't get along this well.
Things change, people change.
"I don't even know if I want another kid," I admit.
We hear Eden talking to the TV again in the other room.
My confession sparks interest in Nora though.
"What makes you say that, Aim?"
I shrug my shoulders.
"I don't know. I just always thought
another kid would be messy, you know?"
"I guess I can see what you mean," she sighs.
"Well, unless I was married to the guy, I guess."
She raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
I shrug my head.
"I don't know, Nor. I never really thought
about having another kid"
We sit there in silence once again.
Nora glances at her watch.
"It's been two minutes, Aimee.
You should probably go check on them."
I take a deep breath as I stand up.
"Well, this is it, I guess."
My older sister flashes me a supportive smile.
"No matter what happens I'll be here."
My fingers curl into a balled fist.
I'm surprised by how sweaty my palms are.
My heart races as I walk over to the bathroom,
fingers curling around the doorknob before I twist it.
The four little pregnancy tests stare at me from a distance,
teasing and taunting me with their decision.
I reach for the first one and pick it up.
My eyes squeeze shut as I turn it over
and take one last deep breath before I open my eyes.
"Here goes nothing."
cliffhanger! bum, bum, bum, buuuum.
i'm a horrible person... lol
horribly dramatic though ;)
i'm curious as to whether or not
you guys believe she's preggers or not...
i don't even know
or do i?
either way i'm inspired
so yaaay to lots of aimee stories
hopefully this weekend i'll crank another out
but i swear i'm gonna catch up with everyone's stories
i really should go to bed though
because it's 3:42 in the morning
and i'm supposed to be having a belated
valentine's day with my boyfriend tomorrow...
soo many errands to run before that
love you all.