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awritinglilypeaTitle: A Life Less Ordinary
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Randy (beginning), Lita/?
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
Complete: No.
Summary: Amy's parents find out and things go from bad to worse.
Notes: Apparently I'm going to hell for this lmao.
Warnings: Contains teenage pregnancy.
Previous Chapters
Amy found it harder and harder to hide what she was going through every single day, getting calls almost constantly from Randy asking if she and “baby” were okay. It was most definitely enough to drive her completely up the wall because it wasn’t something she really wanted to deal with right then.
“How are you feeling?” Randy asked her as he walked up to her in the hallway, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and smiling. He pecked her on the cheek and the more sweet he was the more she resented him because she knew despite what he said it wouldn’t work.
Randy didn’t want to live in Hartford, hell he had always said the last thing on earth he wanted to do was get married and have a child because he didn’t want to be another Stepford family.
“I’m feeling fine,” Amy snapped irritably and shrugged off his arm with a heavy sigh, heading toward her locker she opened it and shoved her backpack in pulling her history book out.
Randy frowned, ghosting his fingers through her hair, “You don’t seem fine,” he replied. “Is it something I did?”
Amy looked at him, incredulous she couldn’t believe he even had the audacity to ask her that question in the first place and was amazed at his stupidity. Part of her knew it was hormones, while the other part was beginning to realize that despite her love for him, that their relationship probably hadn’t been the best idea in the first place. Why hadn't she said no? She hadn't even been sure about sex with him in the first place, but apparently he had done it so many times before.
“Are you kidding me?” She rested her hand lightly on her stomach, trying to figure out what the hell to do.
Randy reached for her hand and pulled it away from her stomach, “Don’t do that babe, someone might figure it out.”
Resisting the urge to smack him upside the head Amy growled in frustration and tugged her hand out of his, storming to the attendance office she managed to get out of the rest of her classes and left the school early for the third time in two weeks.
Her mother wasn’t too happy about her missing classes once again and it showed when her stepfather, mother, and her gathered around the table for dinner that night.
It takes her a moment to realize that the reason her favourite foods are being placed on the lavish table is that they had planned to celebrate her birthday early this year due to her stepfather going away on business.
“Wow,” Amy commented weakly, looking down at the slice of pizza on her plate, along with wings, and other things neither of her parents would ever really consider eating now that they had money.
The thought, along with the smell made her stomach turn and she quickly sipped her water and smiled with clenched teeth.
It takes her mother fifteen minutes to discover that her daughter hasn’t eaten a thing.
“What is wrong Amy?” She asked, unable to resist for any longer because she needs to know.
Amy shook her head, shooting her mother a quick smile. “I’m just not very hungry that’s all,” she explained, some part of her knowing that there is no way this news is going to be taken well at all.
“Right, Amy I have been very patient with you but despite your little rebellion I know you well enough to know when you’re lying,” her mother snapped. “What is going on?”
Standing up from the table Amy dropped her napkin onto the seat and smiled at her stepfather, kissing his cheek gently. “I hope you have a fun trip,” she told him, sighing softly and heading for the stairs.
“Don’t walk away from this Amy,” her mother followed her up the stairs, anger coloring her words to excess.
Amy shook her head, “You don’t want to know mom, trust me.”
Her mother sighed in frustration, following at a quicker pace, “Amy I demand to know, you’ve been cutting class, locking yourself up in your room and not talking to poor Randy.”
Amy growled in frustration, turning at the top of the stairs to look at her mother, “Poor Randy? Poor Randy? You must be fucking kidding me mom, your precious Randy got me pregnant!”
She turned and stormed into her room, closing the door and locking it she closed her eyes tightly and took in deep heaving breaths as she fought to control her emotions.
Waiting Amy wasn’t surprised to hear her stepfather’s voice, “What did she just say?” his voice was low, filled with anger and surprised.
“She’s pregnant,” her mother’s voice was faint, as though she was weakened by shock.
“I want to talk to that boy, right now, as soon as possible,” her stepfather demanded, his voice filled with anger.
Amy drew her knees up to her chest and sighed softly; resting her head in her hands, she took a deep breath.
It didn’t take long for Randy to arrive and she listened carefully at her door, hearing her stepfather yelling at Randy she waited an hour until finally there was a knock on the door and she opened it.
Randy was standing there, his eyes red rimmed and almost his entire body shaking, “Amy…”
“What Randy?” She asked him in reply, sounding resigned and she was because she could tell what he was going to ask.
“Marry me?” Randy said softly, reaching out to grasp one of her hands he brought it to his lips and kissed it. “Please.”
Amy shook her head, “I can’t Randy. You said it yourself, you don’t want to get married, you told me you didn’t want to have children. You’re just parroting to me what Dad thinks is right and what your dad thinks is right.”
Randy sighed dropping her hand he walked to her bed and sat down, “They called my parents.”
Amy sat down next to him, rubbing his back gently and sighing, “This is going to be hell isn’t it?”
Randy nodded, looking miserable. “What are we supposed to do?” He murmured to her.
“Just make it,” Amy replied.
She didn’t know what else to tell him.
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Randy (beginning), Lita/?
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
Complete: No.
Summary: Amy's parents find out and things go from bad to worse.
Notes: Apparently I'm going to hell for this lmao.
Warnings: Contains teenage pregnancy.
Previous Chapters
Amy found it harder and harder to hide what she was going through every single day, getting calls almost constantly from Randy asking if she and “baby” were okay. It was most definitely enough to drive her completely up the wall because it wasn’t something she really wanted to deal with right then.
“How are you feeling?” Randy asked her as he walked up to her in the hallway, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and smiling. He pecked her on the cheek and the more sweet he was the more she resented him because she knew despite what he said it wouldn’t work.
Randy didn’t want to live in Hartford, hell he had always said the last thing on earth he wanted to do was get married and have a child because he didn’t want to be another Stepford family.
“I’m feeling fine,” Amy snapped irritably and shrugged off his arm with a heavy sigh, heading toward her locker she opened it and shoved her backpack in pulling her history book out.
Randy frowned, ghosting his fingers through her hair, “You don’t seem fine,” he replied. “Is it something I did?”
Amy looked at him, incredulous she couldn’t believe he even had the audacity to ask her that question in the first place and was amazed at his stupidity. Part of her knew it was hormones, while the other part was beginning to realize that despite her love for him, that their relationship probably hadn’t been the best idea in the first place. Why hadn't she said no? She hadn't even been sure about sex with him in the first place, but apparently he had done it so many times before.
“Are you kidding me?” She rested her hand lightly on her stomach, trying to figure out what the hell to do.
Randy reached for her hand and pulled it away from her stomach, “Don’t do that babe, someone might figure it out.”
Resisting the urge to smack him upside the head Amy growled in frustration and tugged her hand out of his, storming to the attendance office she managed to get out of the rest of her classes and left the school early for the third time in two weeks.
Her mother wasn’t too happy about her missing classes once again and it showed when her stepfather, mother, and her gathered around the table for dinner that night.
It takes her a moment to realize that the reason her favourite foods are being placed on the lavish table is that they had planned to celebrate her birthday early this year due to her stepfather going away on business.
“Wow,” Amy commented weakly, looking down at the slice of pizza on her plate, along with wings, and other things neither of her parents would ever really consider eating now that they had money.
The thought, along with the smell made her stomach turn and she quickly sipped her water and smiled with clenched teeth.
It takes her mother fifteen minutes to discover that her daughter hasn’t eaten a thing.
“What is wrong Amy?” She asked, unable to resist for any longer because she needs to know.
Amy shook her head, shooting her mother a quick smile. “I’m just not very hungry that’s all,” she explained, some part of her knowing that there is no way this news is going to be taken well at all.
“Right, Amy I have been very patient with you but despite your little rebellion I know you well enough to know when you’re lying,” her mother snapped. “What is going on?”
Standing up from the table Amy dropped her napkin onto the seat and smiled at her stepfather, kissing his cheek gently. “I hope you have a fun trip,” she told him, sighing softly and heading for the stairs.
“Don’t walk away from this Amy,” her mother followed her up the stairs, anger coloring her words to excess.
Amy shook her head, “You don’t want to know mom, trust me.”
Her mother sighed in frustration, following at a quicker pace, “Amy I demand to know, you’ve been cutting class, locking yourself up in your room and not talking to poor Randy.”
Amy growled in frustration, turning at the top of the stairs to look at her mother, “Poor Randy? Poor Randy? You must be fucking kidding me mom, your precious Randy got me pregnant!”
She turned and stormed into her room, closing the door and locking it she closed her eyes tightly and took in deep heaving breaths as she fought to control her emotions.
Waiting Amy wasn’t surprised to hear her stepfather’s voice, “What did she just say?” his voice was low, filled with anger and surprised.
“She’s pregnant,” her mother’s voice was faint, as though she was weakened by shock.
“I want to talk to that boy, right now, as soon as possible,” her stepfather demanded, his voice filled with anger.
Amy drew her knees up to her chest and sighed softly; resting her head in her hands, she took a deep breath.
It didn’t take long for Randy to arrive and she listened carefully at her door, hearing her stepfather yelling at Randy she waited an hour until finally there was a knock on the door and she opened it.
Randy was standing there, his eyes red rimmed and almost his entire body shaking, “Amy…”
“What Randy?” She asked him in reply, sounding resigned and she was because she could tell what he was going to ask.
“Marry me?” Randy said softly, reaching out to grasp one of her hands he brought it to his lips and kissed it. “Please.”
Amy shook her head, “I can’t Randy. You said it yourself, you don’t want to get married, you told me you didn’t want to have children. You’re just parroting to me what Dad thinks is right and what your dad thinks is right.”
Randy sighed dropping her hand he walked to her bed and sat down, “They called my parents.”
Amy sat down next to him, rubbing his back gently and sighing, “This is going to be hell isn’t it?”
Randy nodded, looking miserable. “What are we supposed to do?” He murmured to her.
“Just make it,” Amy replied.
She didn’t know what else to tell him.
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Date: 2009-07-05 04:21 am (UTC)Randy is a very lucky guy that Amy didn't tear him a new one for that stupid remark.
“Just make it,” Amy replied.
That's a lot easier said than done.
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Date: 2009-07-05 01:38 pm (UTC)Yes it is easier said than done but I believe in happy endings, unfortunately Randy and Lita won't have one but she will get one.
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Date: 2009-07-05 05:43 am (UTC)Poor Randy. Poor Amy.
*sighs*
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Date: 2009-07-05 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-06 01:36 am (UTC)You're gonna make my man evil and make him do something baddddd...NOOOOO! Haha...it's all good...I can almost see what his cocky, too confident ass will do. *shakes head*
MEN!
Seriously...good work.