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In The Studio	By : PunknessBenji Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Good Charlotte. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I woke the next morning to the phone ringing. I picked the receiver up from my bedside table.

“Hello,” I said into it groggily.

“Hey,” came Sarra’s loud and happy voice. “I’m so happy!”

“I can tell,” I said.

“Aw, I didn’t wake up, did I?” She whined.

“No, I’m fine. So what’s there to be happy about?” I asked, sitting up.

“I’m in L.A. Can you believe it? I can come visit you.” I smiled at the thought. Seeing one of my best friends would be great. At least with her I wont have to talk about Benji.

“Yeah it is. You have my new address, right?” I asked her.

“Yeah I do. Hey you wanna catch a movie or something today?”

“Sure. But I doubt I’m in the right condition to actually sit through a whole movie without needing to pee.” We both laughed.

“Well, we don’t have to but it’ll be nice to do something together.” I heard someone knocking at the door so I got up to answer it.

“Yeah it would be. You should come over. All I need is to shower and then we can do something.” I opened the door to be met by a bunch of flowers.

“Ok, I’ll come over in…let’s say, half an hour? That gives you enough time to...” but I cut her off.

“I have to go. Bye.” I hung the phone up and just stared in shock at Benji with arms full of flowers and grocery bags hanging off his arms. “What are you doing?”

He walked to the sink and filled up a vase of water. “Do you like them? I brought them specially for the pregnant one.” He arranged the flowers in the vase and sat it on the table.

“Err…Benji, why are you doing this, and what’s with the grocery bags?”

“Just something I thought I could do for you. You don’t like it? I’ll take them back if you don’t.”

“No, no. Benji, I love them but why would you do this for me?” I asked half confused.

“Because you’re Skye and you’re pregnant and I thought since the man isn’t around, I could help you out. I mean I don’t really have much else to do.”

“Don’t you have work?”

“No. I’m taking a break from that. We have eight months off because we all want to see this baby being born happy and healthy.” I looked at him in total shock. Then thoughts, scary thoughts started to go through my head. Did he know the baby was his? Was he just doing this to show media or someone that he is a nice guy? Would he ever accept it as his child, or would he run a mile if he knew the baby is really his?

“Why would you even care?” I asked, shocked, confused and all that shit. I never really expected him to do this for the baby and me. I thought yesterday once he found out that he wouldn’t want to see me again. He wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore. This is the biggest surprise I’ve got since I found out about the baby.

“I just do.” He shrugged. “I love babies and you being pregnant is just wonderful. You know, yesterday when I saw you, and I saw you were pregnant, I got this feeling of wanting a baby. I know that’s stupid and all cuz I’m getting married and Blair does want kids. But a part of me just wished you were pregnant to me. That’s stupid right?” It was my turn to shrug.

“It’s not stupid…I guess.” Would this be the right moment to tell him?

“So since it’s not my kid and you don’t have the father around, I want to help you. Even the others are willing to help us out. You’re not going to be alone in this. I will be with you every step of the way.” I laughed. “What’s the laughter for?”

“Just imagining you being there when I give birth to it.”

“Oh, you think that’s funny? Why would that be funny? I can do it!” I grinned. “You think I cant? Watch me when you go into labour. Watch how I’m there with you. You can squeeze my hand if you want.” This time I grinned inwardly. Why does he have to be so nice and yet, so far away from me? He’s so special. I could see why Blair wanted to marry him. He’s going to make her so happy once they are married…unless he and her find out about the baby that I’m having to him. But I think that’s something that can be a secret between you and me for now. “OK, Skye, you can go do whatever, shower, get dressed or whatever since you’re going out, while I put the groceries away.” He said to me.

“Okay.” I said back, going to my room. I had a quick shower, got dressed in a purple see-through top, that had dark patches of purple where it’s not polite to show in public. And black pants that were a size too big for me the waist hung down a little. I put my hair in a ponytail and put on just a little eyeliner.

As I walked out of the steamy bathroom and into my room I heard voices. I opened the door slightly to be meet by Sarra’s voice. Oh, My god! She’s here! I ran out of the room and into the living space that I knew they were in. “SKYE!” She screamed with excitement. She had grown her hair since the last time I saw her. It was curly and down to her shoulders. She had big brown eyes and a very nice body; model like but with breasts.

“SARRA!” I screamed back with the same excitement. We hugged and when we pulled away her eyes lite up at my belly. “Yes, it’s getting bigger.” I said knowing exactly what she was thinking.

“I can see. Do you know what you’re having yet? Got names picked out yet? You know, the name Sarra is good for a girl,” She said winking at me.

“I haven’t had the test yet. I want it to be a surprise.” I smiled at Benji, who was just standing there waiting for the ‘girl’ talk to stop. I hadn’t mentioned anything about Good Charlotte to Sarra…afraid of what she might do, or say, or think for that matter. I just didn’t think I could handle her and her teeniness…especially since I’m now pregnant to Benji. Sarra isn’t the normal fan like you see, the ones who scream at the top of their lungs in the audience and shake when fronted by the celebrity. She’s a special kind; you hardly ever see her kind at concerts or meets’n’greets. Sarra is behind all of that. She’s one of luckiest girls I know of…you might be thinking ‘because she’s famous herself she gets to meet them all’ but that’s not the case. I’ve only known her to go to like two celebrity events; one being for charity and the other is the awards show I met her at.

She knows a lot of celebrities. She’s met more than me and I’m always trying to get my foot in the door of an event where celebrities are. Sarra could be just walking down the street and she bumps into Johnny Depp, or George Clooney; that’s how lucky she is. She lives a low profile life, never in newspapers, unless she’s promoting a new movie or something important is happening in her life; like she’s got a new boyfriend and her and him are photographed shopping and the media puts their faces over the front page of the paper, or magazine.

“Don’t you think its time you told him?” Chaz asked me later that same night. Benji had gone home once Sarra and I decided we were going to just shop around. He said he wouldn’t be able to handle two girls going ‘ga-ga’ over baby clothes, so he went home after dropping us off at Mall Street.

So we done some shopping for the baby and Sarra’s sister just had a baby boy and she picked up a cute little pair of blue booties for him. We shopped for what felt like a whole year. Believe me, now my feet are feeling it and so is my back.

When we got back Sarra helped me bring in the few bags I had but then she had to leave; she’s got some new movie to film here in LA, which she’s super excited about. Through the day she didn’t ask me any questions about how I knew Benji, or why he was there, which surprised me.

So here I am sitting on my lounge with Chaz asking me all awkward questions about Benji and what had happened between him and me, and how I met him. Of course she had worked out for herself that Benji is the one whose baby I am carrying. I mean it would take an idiot not to realize that one…or Benji, if he doesn’t know. The way there’s tension between me and him and the fact we hadn’t seen each other for two months and I AM two months along.

And then there’s the fact that I told her the baby’s father is getting married without me knowing she knows Benji and he’s getting married.

“So?” she asked me.

“What?” I sighed. “OK. Well, I can’t!” I replied I knew that she would ask why, so I told her before the words could escape her throat. “He’s getting married. He’s happy with her, I guess, and if I told him, which by the way I never will, it’ll cause dramas and I’m not up to having dramas right now.”

“Don’t be silly. We’re talking about Benji here.”

“Exactly. The same Benji who is engaged.”

“And the same one who was here. Who told you he wants kids. The same one who came to help you today, instead of going to his fiancé parents for lunch. And the same one who had an argument with Blair about you.” I looked at Chaz. Is this girl serious? Does this mean Blair knows about Benji and me? “Yeah, you’re thinking right, Benj told her. That man had guilt written right across his face.”

“When?” I was interested now.

“In Sydney. Billy told me that Benji had been sleeping with you and you two were in Sydney at the same time. Well, I don’t know every detail but apparently Blair had got back from somewhere and she saw you leaving the hotel, and you can guess the rest that happened.”

Shit! Lucky I had left when I did or there would’ve been so much shit! “And she’s still marrying him!” I thought out-loud.

“Ha. Do you honestly believe she cares? She’s not marrying him because she has love for him. Her type of love is far from what you and me would call it. You don’t know much about her, do you?” I shook my head ‘no’. “Let me tell you some things about her. She’s not the type of girl that gets with a guy because she thinks he’s cute or she likes his personality. She couldn’t give a shit about anyone besides herself.

“I’m still trying to work out myself why Benji even got with her in the first place. But no matter what it is, it can’t be about love. Love doesn’t exist in her world. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she doesn’t love her own mother. She’s just that type of chick. There’s no way in hell those two are in love…at least I know for sure she isn’t in love with him. There is the slight possibility that she is, but I doubt it very much.

“I’ve been following her career since she started out. I’m a fan of her…but only of her work, not a fan of her at all.” She told me. Well, all that information is a shock. Why would Benji even bother with her at all if that were true?

“So, then why is Benji marrying her?” I asked Chaz a couple of minutes later.

She thought for a moment before answering me. “Wouldn’t know. I figure its some sort of secret agreement. Blair LOVES cameras…publicity. She’ll do anything to be in the paper…that’s one of her traits.

“Blair Stephens is known for the kind of men she hangs around with, the type she dates. If you calculate when she’s been with sorten men and how long. Then look up and check how long and when those men have been at the tip of the charts or whatever, you’ll realize it’s at those moments she’s been with them.

“I’m not one to judge someone, but Good Charlotte are popular now. It’s just a matter of how long…”

“But what if they actually do love each other and the news of the baby breaks them up?” I wondered.

“I doubt it. If Benj loves her he wouldn’t’ve bothered coming here today. And I’ve never believed she loves him”

So then why are they engaged? Why can’t I be with him? I’ve always been in love with him…even before I ever met him I loved him. Even though then I thought it was like a schoolgirl crush or I was just being ‘teeny’. But then I met him and knew I was in love with Benji. It was never a fantasy it was real.

No matter what though I’m still not with him. He’s going to marry Blair. I’m going to have his baby. And nothing will change.

“I have to go. Billy’s coming over early,” Chaz told me as she got up from he sofa.

“OK, Thanks for the info,” I said getting u as well.

“That’s not even half if what I know…but the rest we’ll leave got another time, or Benj can tell you himself.” I nodded my head in agreement. Buy I knew Benji wouldn’t tell me anything even if I asked. “Do you need anything before I go?” Chaz asked as we got to my door.

“No, I’m right. I’ll see you later,” I knew Benji was coming the next morning to help me with something’s anyways.

After I closed the door, I got a slice of Chocolate cake out of the fridge and went to my bedroom. I climbed into bed, switched on the little portable TV I had with the remote and watched ‘Celebrities Uncensored’; not much was on it. It’s always about Paris Hilton and her skanky friend, partying and flipping off the paparazzi.

As they showed Paris with her new ‘boyfriend’ it hit me. Blair was one of her. Yes, Paris has dated guys that aren’t what the world considers ‘High Profile’ but all of them are rich and all of them are well known. Benji being with Blair was just the same as him being with Paris. Ewe, just the thought makes me shudder!

I flicked the TV off after I finished my cake and went to sleep.

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5 months later
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“Aw you shouldn’t have. I love it,” I said holding up the little yellow jumpsuit to Benji. He just grinned and looked back to the TV. Erica and John had brought some things around for the baby, as they were getting ready to take a long trip to the Bahamas for John to have ’quite’ time to write new songs. I really missed spending time with Erica and us two just lounging around eating ice cream and watching movies. So much has changed in the last few months. I got pregnant, Erica moved in with John (and out of my place), me and Benji have got so close that he’s like a brother to me now (it sounds sick right?), he has just helped me so much. I will be forever thankful to him. He comes nearly everyday and takes me shopping, or he just helps me out around here with the housework and things. I reckon, if he had half a chance he’d stay here ALL the time. And if he can’t make it he’ll call to make sure I’m all right.

“Glad you like it. We don’t know what you’re having, that’s why it’s yellow.” Erica told me. When she walked in she got a surprise seeing Benji here. Straight away she gave me the ‘look’ as to say Does-he-know-yet? I shook my head at her. I don’t even know if I’ll ever tell him. Things might change. He might even hate me since it’s been so long. There’s some nights we’ll sit on my couch and he’ll hug me and I just wanna tell him right there but the words wont form in my throat. I don’t know how to say it to him.

“We don’t know either,” Benji said giving me a glare. He had been taking me to get my check-ups and when I went for my last ultra scan he had begged me to find out. It had taken me at least thirty minutes to get it through to him that I don’t want to know. I want it to be a surprise. He even asked me if he could ask the Doctor and he’d keep it from me. How rude! I would never allow that.

Right now, Benji and John are watching the Sports channel (how boring!); Erica, Sarra, and me are having our girlie chat, as Benj likes to call it. “Well, I want it to be a surprise. I will love the baby unconditionally.” I told them. “It doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or girl, or both. As long as it’s healthy, I don’t care.”

“So it shouldn’t matter if you know or not,” Benji grinned at me.

I picked the cushion up that was beside me and throw it at him; it hit him right in the face. “It does matter!”

“How is your mom taking it?” Erica asked me.

“She’s stoked. First grand grandchild! She’s crazy!” I told her, which is true. My mum is crazy about it. She has brought so much for the baby already. She told me she even has Daniels old room made up for it, with cot and everything. She has a list of names for me to look at, which are coming through the mail any day now. She’s been phoning me every night and asking how ‘m feeling, how many times the baby has kicked that day (like I count them? Come on). She’s still got her mind set on either her moving here or me moving there…which will never happen. I’m going to have Daniel come here for a bit though; just to help out a bit when Benji goes back on tour after the baby is born. But if he won’t I have the help of Pavo (Joel’s girlfriend) and Chaz. Pavo already said she would stay here for a bit.

And I still have Sarra in town for me, but who knows if she’ll be around then? She’s always travelling to different parts of America or to England. “I can only imagine.” Erica said with a smile.

“You don’t know the half of it.” I assured her.

“Erica?” John said tapping his watch.

“Oh, we better get going. John has an appointment with the record company.” Erica said getting up and hugging me.

“I should go too. It’s getting late and I need to go to the shops. Want anything?” Sarra asked me.

“Grapes.” I told her. “See ya tomorrow,” I told Sarra, “nice seeing you.” I told Erica and John.

“You too.”

As soon as everyone was gone and it was just Benji and I left in my tiny apartment I made us both a coffee and laid on the sofa next to him. My head was pounding with a headache (I get them a lot these days. The Doctor said it’s just me stressing about the baby and everything. I, personally, think it’s about me stressing over wether to tell Benji or not.).

“I’ve been thinking about the baby and us lately…” Benji started off. Us? I looked up at him, what the hell does he mean? “And since you don’t have the father around, I was wondering if I could take on the father figure in its life.” Benji must be really dense, or he’s just playing on it.

“I thought you already were?” I asked him.

“Well, yeah but we could do it legally.” the one thing that has got to me through all of this, Benji hasn’t asked once who the father of my baby is. I just find it weird. Why wouldn’t he ask? Surely he is curious and he would know that I had fallen pregnant during the time him and me were seeing each other a lot.

“You mean you want to adopt it?” Do you think this would be the right time to tell him?

“Sure. Why not though? I’m going to be in his or her life. I might as well make it special to me in one way or another.”

“Sure then.” I said and stared back at the TV. An hour had past and I got this sudden urge to tell him he’s the father of the baby. “Benji?” I said.

“Hmm…” He sounded.

“You are the father.”

“Hmm…” I looked up, thinking it was weird that he didn’t respond the right way, and he’s eyes were shut. Fuck!
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a/n: Hope you like it and thanks for the reviews and ratings :*

And it ISN'T Hilary Duff. I can't see Benji with her, can you? NO! hehe I don't dislike Duff but she's all for Joel not the sexy Benjamin ;)
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