Argument for being gay #2456 || RP with isabelowens

[agentsullivan]

It pouring rain outside, but Ali didn't care. She only managed to get a parking space two blocks from Izzy's apartment, so she had to run the rest of the way in the rain. Clearly she wasn't thinking straight because she hadn't even thought to grab a coat or a umbrella. But then, forgetting a 'rain coat' is what got her into this mess in the first

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[isabelowens]

Izzy started as the banging on her door sounded through her apartment and interrupted her daze. She had once again been thinking of the mess she found herself in being married to James, and that she should talk to someone about it. Only who?

She opened the door, ready to glare at whoever dared to create such a ruckus when she saw Ali. Her prayers for someone to talk to had been answered, but her first concern was taking care of the poor, shivering woman. "It must be pretty damn important for you to get soaked like that. Get in here, you crazy woman. I'll grab you some towels."

[agentsullivan]

"Wait!" Ali cried as she automatically followed Izzy into the apartment. "Fuck towels. I've fucked up. I've really really fucked up this time. This isn't like the fuck up when I accidentally used heel balm as lube or the time I got a tampon stuck up my nose. I've fucked up to the max."

[isabelowens]

"You've fucked up?" Iz snorted as she shut the door and regarded her friend. "I've fucked up and it's worse than any of my almost-weddings, and that time I had to go to work without any underwear on." She huffed out a breath, and folded her arms across her chest, making sure to hide the hand with the ring on it. The ring that was supposed to be locked up and out of sight. "How is it that we can both fuck up?"

[agentsullivan]

"This is not something we could've done together!" Alicia shrieked and started pacing back and forth. Her wet shoes made squeaking sounds as she increased her pace. "I don't think its possible that you've fucked up worse than me! My life is fucked!"

[isabelowens]

Izzy watched her for a few moments. Lately she hadn't had the emotional range she'd normally exhibit, and right now she was pretty much resigned to just being a depressed lump.

She bit the tip of her index finger and frowned as she thought about just telling Ali what had happened. She sucked in a breath, and her green eyes dropped to the floor. "I wouldn't be so sure... so how about we just count to three and both say our things, or something. Either that, or one of us is going to have to fucking go first."

[agentsullivan]

Ali didn't wait until the count to three. Before Izzy even started counting, she pulled the small white stick out of her pocket and held it about an inch from Izzy's nose. "Unless you're expecting twins, I win." Then before she could say anything else, she burst into tears.

[isabelowens]

Izzy's face finally reflected something other than a sad acceptance, her green eyes going wide as she regarded the pregnancy test. "Holy fuck!" She stood there and just stared for all of three seconds before she enveloped Ali in a hug, and stroked her hair. "Jesus, Ali..."

[agentsullivan]

"Yeah, Jesus," Ali sobbed. "I can't even blame him this time. It's no goddamn immaculate conception unless you count one fuck in eight weeks doing the job as immaculate." She put her hand up to her face and brushed the tears away in frustration. "I keep reading the box to make sure two blue lines doesn't mean negative! The fucking box won't change it's words!"

[isabelowens]

Izzy tried to wipe away the water soaking Ali as well, but it was futile. She guided her by the shoulders towards the bathroom and tried to work out what to say. "One fuck? Honey... who was--wait, don't answer. I'm sure you don't want to be thinking about who the daddy is right now."

[agentsullivan]

Alicia sat heavily down on the closed toilet. "I don't know who it is," she lied, not realising her previous statement evidentally indicated differently. Then she couldn't carry it and buried her face in her hands with a sob. "Yes, I do!" she wailed.

[isabelowens]

Iz grabbed some towels and wrapped Ali in one while she started on drying her hair with the other. She tried to keep the curiosity from gnawing away at her, remembering that Ali was upset and probably not so much in gossip mode. There was no way to hide the wedding band, so Iz was just grateful her hands were currently where Ali couldn't really see them. "Does he... so will you tell him?"

[agentsullivan]

"God no. No, no fucking way." Ali shook her head, the tears streaming heavily down her cheeks. "Oh fuck, you're going hate me. You're really going to hate me! You should unload your crap on me now before you divorce me as your best friend!"

[isabelowens]

"Funny you should mention divorce," Iz said, her voice raspy. She tried to find the words to tell Ali, and in the end she just held her left hand in front of Ali's face. "Ta-da."

[agentsullivan]

Ali blinked through her tears, her eyes bouncing between the pregnancy test and the wedding ring. "Oh god, if you tell me you married that fucker Michael, I'm officially divorcing you before you can divorce me! What the hell?!"

[isabelowens]

"It wasn't Michael." Her cheeks started to turn a bright red, and her gaze dropped to floor. She was guilty, and ashamed, and depressed, and under all that she was happy. She just couldn't ever admit to being happy about it. "It was James."

[agentsullivan]

"WHAT?!" Ali screeched and nearly went toppling back off the toilet in shock. "No! It can't be James! Take that back!" Her hands were back to her face. "Oh my god, oh my god. How the hell- What- When-?"