Scrambled or Fried?

Jun 04, 2006 23:20

Amber greeted me this morning with, "The drug store is probably well stocked. Condoms, pills, and Julie Heath in my biology class, biggest slut ever, swears by the patch. Unless you want to get pregnant, which makes sense. Gotta start the repopulation sometime, right?"

Considering that I'd been worried about her sleeping in so late, and having trouble rousing, her chipper attitude and words completely confused me until I noticed Adam trying very hard to pretend that Midwest Farming was a periodical that rivaled Playboy in its ability to bespell men. I put two and two together and realized that Amber had to be referring to Adam's late night visit to me last night. He came in to talk about Amber, but there wasn't a lot of verbal communication that went on.

My completely less than eloquent response? "How do you want your eggs?"

Amber's words did inspire me to take a walk, and just because I happened by the druggist was purely coincidental. The fact that I now have two pregnancy tests and every form of birth control, both prescription and otherwise in my medicine cabinet means nothing. On the upside, while I was gone, evidently Adam and Amber mended their bridges because they were playing chess when I returned.

haven, backstory, amber, adam

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