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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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“Skye? Skye?” I woke to Benji shaking me.

“What is it?” I asked him, looking into the darkness waiting for my eyes to adjust so I could see what the objects were in front of my eyes.

“I had the weirdest dream.” I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

“What happened?”

“We were lying here exactly the same way as we were and you told me I was the baby’s father.”

“Yeah,” I looked the other way not knowing if I should tell him it wasn’t a dream or not.

“Skye?” I looked back at him. I could just make out where his eyes were since the moon was shining into the window and reflecting into them. “Was I dreaming?”

I sighed. “No.”

There was an awkward silence between us. Even the world seemed to have stopped completely at that moment, No wind, or car noises. No police sirens ringing through the streets below us. There was just calmness about it. It sent shivers down my spine as though it knew what had just happened between the words Benji and I exchanged.

Benji was the first to speak, “I should probably go…”

I just sat there, still on the sofa as Benji got up and grabbed his keys and coat. The light from the hall made its self visible as Benji opened the door and vanished with my heart behind Benji’s retreating frame as the door closed.

I didn’t sleep at all the rest of the night. I couldn’t get my mind clear enough to actually sleep. All the thoughts of the night’s events kept swirling around my mind. Why would Benji walk out if he had been talking about being the baby’s legal father an hour before I told him? Wouldn’t he be happy to know he has a kid in this world…or more so, about to have one? Men call us women complicated but they are more so. It’s really got me stumped to why he would just leave like that!

By eight AM I was already showered and dressed. I was expecting Sarra to come around with my grapes. I have a craving for them. What I do is put them in a bowl (the none seed ones) and pour cream over them. You should try it. It’s very yummy…but then again, I am pregnant and anything disgusting is nice to me.

I sat and waited for the door to be knocked on. As I waited I switched on the TV to E! News. It showed Blair and her new deal. Blah, blah. How I despise of that girl. They showed her shoe shopping, like she doesn’t have enough shoes anyways! There was no Benji in sight though. I turned it off as soon as I heard the knock at my door.

Something didn’t feel right. I got up with my stomach up to my throat, not from hunger but from nerves. I’m not really a nervous type of person. I usually just go with the flow kinda thing but this felt different. Why? I opened the door to see Sarra and a big fat grin on her face. “Got them for you” she said holding up a bag full of grapes. I sighed with disappointment. Maybe I was just hoping for it to be him.

Okay, so I was, can you blame me? I’m pregnant to him. I’m totally head over heels in love with him. Not to mention, I’m addicted to him! I’m bound to think of him most of the time, and to not have him here is like someone cutting through my heart and stumping on the parts that come gashing out.

“What’s the sad face for? Not happy to see me…or was someone waiting for someone who should remain nameless?” Sarra gave me a smirk and walked past me.

“Actually I wasn’t waiting for anyone.” I smirked back at her.

“Sure and I’m the Pope.” I rolled my eyes at her.

“Give me those,” I said ignoring her comment. I grabbed the grapes from her hand and got a bowl out of the cupboard. Ripped the bag open, put some of the grapes inside the bowl and then poured, sweet cream over them.

“Do you have anything planned for today, other then hanging out with Benji?” She asked. As she said Benji I felt a sharp pain to my chest. I don’t think all this stress is good for the baby. The doctor is going to go psycho at me if this shows up at my next visit.

“No. Benji isn’t coming today, I guess.” I took a spoon from the drawer and sat on the stool.

“Oh. What happened?” Nosy.

“Nothing. He just isn’t coming today. He is engaged if you didn’t know.” I rolled my eyes again.

“Ah yeah, to that Blair Stephens chick. Sorry. So since you aren’t doing anything on this fine day, wanna come to the set? I’m due there in an hour.”

“The set?” I asked confused.

“Yeah, I’m doing a new movie and its so boring with only freaks there, and you might enjoy it.”

“No thanks. I don’t like to wait around for ten years while you do your thing.” Sitting at a set all day long, waiting around for others to finish isn’t what I’d call ‘fun’. It’s quite boring really. I mean it might be great if you were going to watch your favourite actors/actress’ work but to just be there with a friend? No thank you!

“Your loss,” she made it sound like I was missing out on something really fantastic.

“Yeah,” I said not really paying much attention to her. I was too busy thinking about Benji and eating my grapes.

“That’s disgusting,” she said as I took a big mouth full of grapes and cream.

“Mmm, you know you like the look of it.” she gave me a face that was cross between disgusted and surprised. “What?”

“You really are pregnant.”

“Huh? Look at me, of course I am!”

“No, I know you ARE. Just saying about the food you eat.”

“Oh, but grapes and cream aren’t disgusting. Most people like it.” I said laughing a little.

“Not the people I know.”

“Look,” I got a spoon full of the mixture and held it up to her. “Try it, you might be surprised.” She shook her head like I was forcing her. “Just try it, it’s only grapes and cream.” She opened her mouth and let the spoon slide in.

I took the spoon away from Sarra’s mouth and her face was disgusted at first. Then she started to chew. “Yum.” she opened her eyes.

“See? I told you.”

“Give me that,” she reached over and took the bowl and spoon away from me. We both laughed. Some things are better than what they look.

Twenty minutes later, two bowls of grapes and cream (one each), and a coffee. I was locking my door and going up to see Chaz. Sarra had left to go to film her movie. Chaz yelled for me to go straight. Must’ve heard me walking?

I walked in and seen her face. It was tears stained and she was cuddled up on the sofa, with a pillow up to her chest. “What’s wrong?” I asked running up to her and bending down at her feet. Trying my best to not cry either. Hormones make you cry a lot.

“He…” she started to say but her sobs were too hard to let her get it out.

“Breath.” I told her.

She took a few deep breaths and then said it in one go. “Billy broke up with me and now he hates me and I hate him but I love him and I hate to know he is sleeping with her every night and not with me and I hate it that I’m addicted to him and he doesn’t know it and I cant tell him because I’m scared of what he’ll say and do,” she took a breathe at this point. “I’m just in love with him, Skye. I want to tell him but I can’t.”

Wow. Sound familiar? I think Chaz and me have more in common than she realizes. I never knew she had such deep feelings for Billy. I thought I was the only one going through all this hurt and anger, but I guess I’m not. Before, when Benji and me started to ‘see’ each other, I was addicted to him, I admit but it was more because he’s Benji Madden. Now it’s more because he’s Benji and I’m having his baby. All I ever wanted, and I still want, is a normal family for my kids. Father, mother, married, kids running around, kids waiting for the daddy to get home from work. Me in the kitchen cooking a hot dinner for them all. Then when dinner is serves, my husband, the kids father, would come in, put his hat on the hanger and then kiss me on the cheek, and we would all sit down to eat. On the weekends we would go for a picnic or to visit family. It would be a NORMAL family. Not a broken one. Not one how the mother had an affair and got pregnant.

I want a family like my mother and father gave me. Even though they did get a divorce after we grew up, but still, we were a happy family growing up.

“Have you ever thought that’s what he needs to know?” I said to her. It was the only thing I could think of, because, as you know, I’m going through the same thing.

“What? That I’m in love with him?” I nodded my head. She suddenly stopped crying and looked at me, eyes open wide. “No. I’m going to do that.” she got up without saying another word, and left me sitting there, on the floor. I couldn’t get up for the life of me, since my belly is so heavy these days.

I thought of calling Benji to come over and help me up. Then I decided against it, and just tried to get up myself again. I think I tore something in my stomach because I felt this really bad sharp pain shoot up from my crotch to my stomach. It felt like my stomach was going to explode from pain. But I ignored it and finally got up. I’m seven months pregnant and I’m acting like I’m ten months gone. What the fuck is up with me? I’m not disabled or anything. Anyways, so I didn’t think anything more of the pain till I went to the toilet, once I got home and found blood on my underwear. What the? Am I…no that’s impossible. I’m only seven months! Maybe it was just from getting up from the floor.

I phoned my doctor once I was done in the bathroom. He told me to get straight to the hospital. But since I didn’t have anyone here with me, with a car, I decided to call the ambulance. They got here within thirty minutes and told me they were taking me to have my baby! I swear to god, I nearly fainted from the thought of having a pre-mature baby. I mean, its not really a bad thing since a lot of babies are pre-mature, but my baby was meant to come once I was nine months pregnant!

So they brought me into the hospital. Asked me if I wanted them to call someone, I gave them Sarra’s, Chaz’s and Erica’s numbers. I mean I want them here with me when I have the baby. There’s no doubt in my mind that Chaz will probably tell Billy and Billy will tell Benji. But, I guess, its up to Benji to come or not. I’m not going to worry about that right now.

A/N: Hope enjoyed =)

Sarah - It's called Fiction for a reason ;-) Not EVERYTHING has to be like it is in life. But thanks for your concerns.
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