Fuck
what are those thing’s that are like contractions but not? I’m pretty sure that’s happening right now.
Should I do something?
June 2013
37 posts
Emily had finally managed to fall asleep in her bed when she heard the sound of Spencer’s voice echo through out the house. The small blonde sighed to herself a little disappointed that her attempts to fall asleep had failed, but the fact that Spencer was around made it worth it. She rolled out of bed, almost literally, due to the size of her stomach and stood up. Emily rubbed her eyes trying to wake up as she heard Spencer in the other room.
Once she made it to where Spencer was Emily’s eyes went wide. He looked like something was wrong. It was upsetting her to think that something bad had happened. ” Spence what’s going on?” Emily asked as she took a few steps forward. There was nothing that could be good coming form his mouth if the tired look in Spencer’s eyes was any indication.
It took a few minutes longer than it would have in the past for Emily to appear in front of him. She was moving slower and slower with each passing day, closing in on the due date of their son’s birth. She looked tired, but he didn’t blame her for that. He knew that Sidney had been causing problems for her when she tried to sleep. He felt bad for her, but even losing sleep, she was still really beautiful, and seeing her calmed him a little from the stress over not knowing exactly where his best friend was.
“I went looking for Sam,” he started to explain, “After I dropped you off here. I can’t find him anywhere, and while I was looking, some girl told me that there had been an accident. A car accident. With a red car. Babe,” he paused and looked at her with worry in his eyes, “Sam drives a red car. I went to the hospital, but they wouldn’t tell me if he was fucking there or not, and then they fucking kicked me out.” He stepped towards her, closing of the space between him, and dropped his head onto her shoulder. He could feel her stomach pressed against his and it comforted him, but the words that came out of his mouth did not. “What if he’s not okay?” he asked quietly, voicing, for the first time that day, his real concern.
The hospital had tossed him out. He had started screaming at the receptionist, but if she had just told him if Sam was there or not, he wouldn’t have had to. So he yelled, and even cried, until two security guards dragged him out the door. He waited around outside for a bit, because he had a sick feeling that Sam was in there; that Sam was in that accident the girl told him about. Eventually, he realized nothing was getting solved where he was, so, defeated, he walked home.
He still wasn’t used to the huge house in the nice neighborhood, which, to others, may not have seemed so lavish. It was nothing like going back to their old apartment, but at the end of the day, it was Emily he went home to, not a building. He pushed his way into the front door, flicking cigarette from the walk home into the bushes before he crossed the threshold. “Emily,” he called out, too tired to go looking for her.
Oh my god! [September 30, 2013: Afternoon]
S-small? I would think so, compared to the rest… I don’t know!
You’re fucking useless.
Oh my god! [September 30, 2013: Afternoon]
Oh God help us… I can’t really see… I don’t dare to go closer, but there are people trapped inside the cars, oh God.
One of them is a red car… I saw it around the neighbourhood somewhere
Shut the fuck up about God. Was the red car small? Was it Sam Wilcox’s car?
Oh my god! [September 30, 2013: Afternoon]
Didn’t you see? The car c-crash, over there…
You saw a car crash? Do you know who was in it?
Oh my god! [September 30, 2013: Afternoon]
Oh my god. Someone help!
Why are you yelling?
That’s so weird. At least everyone’s friendly instead of an asshole.
I can deal with assholes with less problems.
Okay the ‘hello’s’ I get, but I don’t understand how someone tripped over you. Were you laying on the floor?
No, I was just smoking a cigarette.
What do they say?
Hello. Some introduce themselves. Some girl tripped over me. I really don’t know how the fuck she “didn’t see me,” though.
Don’t worry about it, because of me you only get to smoke out here.
It’s not so bad. It just means I have to deal with more people than I’d like.
I Started Something I Couldn't Finish - Spam
Sam held the crib firmly in place as he extended his free hand out to stop Spencer. He opened his mouth to tell his friend to wait but before he could say anything the problem was already being addressed. For some reason the screw wasn’t fitting and Sam didn’t want the wood to get damaged. He took the screw out of Spencer’s hand and examined it for a moment. As he held it up in the air he spoke, “What the hell?” Sam dropped the screw onto the floor and it made a clanking noise as he focused on the peices of furniture still wedged between his fingers. It wasn’t long before he noticed the problem. “Oh, shit.” Sam propped himself up on his knees and flipped the headboard around. In one easy motion he was able to get the screw in. He threw a nut around the screw and tightened it with his fingertips. They’d need tools later to make it sturdy but for now it was tight enough to hold the peices together.
He winced a little as he let go of the crib. Sam was prepared for it to fall over but started to relax once it didn’t. His eyes caught sight of the instructions behind Spencer and he reluctantly reached over to pick them up. Sam had a pretty good idea of how the crib should go together but after looking at the instructions he wasn’t so sure. It was then decided that he was going to get another beer because looking at the jumbled mess in front of him was giving him a headache. “I’m thirsty.” He walked off and returned a little while later with two beers. Sam held one out for Spencer before crouching down on the floor. The instructions were spread out in front of them and he took another look. He still thought they were confusing as fuck but he tried to pay attention. He had put together car parts less overwhelming than this crib. Sam took a large swig from his beer and continued to stare at the instructions. “Well, fuck.”
Sam fixed the problem that Spencer had with ease. With just a hard look at the pieces, he was able to see that they were upside down and flip them into the proper position. Spencer just watched him, without a word. Everything was still so confusing to him. While the pieces all looked different and complex in their own ways, they each looked exactly the same and the boy couldn’t even tell how his best friend had gotten as much done as he had. The two pieces that he had screwed together were now capable of keeping themselves upright. He wouldn’t have been able to get that done. “Cool,” he said, more to himself than to Sam, though over the years he had come to remember to make his few comments loud enough for his best friend to hear.
Spencer peered around to the instructions as Sam laid them out in front of him. He hadn’t understood them the first time, and he still didn’t as he gave them a second look. Sam announced that he was thirsty and left the baby’s room again. Spencer remained looking at the instructions, trying to make some sense of what he was looking at, but it was like trying to read another language. He had a hard enough time reading English. When Sam came back with two beers, he took his gratefully. He cracked the cap off and took a swig from the drink while Sam crouched down to look back at the instructions to the crib. He’d looked enough, he was clearly not going to be the one to figure it out.
Sam swore, and Spencer shrugged. “It doesn’t make any fucking sense,” he said, calmly, before taking another gulp of beer.
