Sydney Changes Things Prologue/?
Title: Sydney Changes Things
Author: princess2000204
Warning: Adult Content, Kid!fic,
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What are you suppose to do when your girlfriend gets pregnant and then goes hysterical about it, not to mention no one is happy about it.......Just move on and do what you can to survive, it's not the child's fault.......
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Bill is 17 at the very start of the story and is 19/20 in later chapters. This is not a sterotypical high school story, that I can promise!
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As of 1/28/12 -- This entire story is going through an overhaul, each chapter is being redone along with new things put in to it.
I have a much clearer picture of this story so things are needing to be revised due to that.
Hope you all enjoy it, I'm sure it is much better.
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‘Why am I running so damn late today? I woke up on time this morning!’ I think to myself in annoyance as I put on a few necklaces that match my black and silver shirt. Looking down at it, I see the silver cross glinting up at me in the early morning light coming from my window.
“Hope Kamala likes it,” is all I mutter to myself before shoving on the usual rings on my skinny fingers and rush through drawing on the black eyeliner with the pencil Kamala had recently given me, my finger brushing against my eyebrow piercing.
“You’re going to be late Bill!” I hear mom yell up the stairs just as I grab my heavy brown messenger bag and throw it over my shoulder before closing my bedroom door behind me.
“I know mom! I’m going, I’m going!” I yell back, tugging on my tongue ring in annoyance before I just roll my eyes as I thump down the stairs and head out the front door with a wave before jumping into my small SUV, feeling that I really should bring it today.
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I pull up into my parking spot at school with plenty of time to spare before the first bell rings. I don’t even have my door open before there are a group of guys jerking it open, “Hey man! You’re finally here!” one of them shouts as he pulls me out of the SUV, causing me to stumble over my own feet.
“Yea, barely made it out my house in time.” I say with a frown, pushing my recently black dyed hair out of my face as I reach back into my SUV to pull out my messenger bag and throw it over my chest.
“Glad to see ya man, hate that you couldn’t make it to the party the other night! Man, it was amazing! I mean we had kegs and everything!” James says with a dreamy smile on his face as he looks to be reliving that particular party.
“Sorry, I couldn’t come. Wasn’t able to get Kamala out of the house. Sounds like it would have been pretty awesome.” I tell him with a roll of my eyes as I pull out of Allen’s grasp on my arm and walk away from the group of guys that gathered around me in the few minutes since I have been on campus.
Having been on campus only for a brief time and still not seeing my girlfriend anywhere, she is normally eye catching the moment she comes into view.
“Kamala!” I yell across the courtyard to my girlfriend. She always looks really nice at school but I've noticed that recently she's been wearing sweats and hoodies, something that is very much unlike her… especially with no jewelry!
Looking around the courtyard of our high school, there are a lot people milling around in their little groups. School hasn't started yet; my watch says there is another 20 minutes until the first bell rings. She is standing with a few of her friends around her; they are off to the side from the main area. But I notice that she isn't really paying them any mind.
Seeing her standing there, I think back to last weekend when I was able to sneak Kamala out of her house so we could go to a beach party which was put on by a few of the seniors. She looked liked one of those goddesses her family worships to religiously, coming down the trellis wearing a bright orange and pink sarong and a matching top along with the hot pink cover that I bought her for her birthday. The full moon shining above gave her an ethereal glow that was enhanced by the glitter of her makeup and jewelry. I do remember that I couldn’t keep my eyes or hands off of her the entire night.
I jog over and give her friends a little smile before turning my full attention to Kamala. We've been together for 18 months and they have been wonderful. Her parents aren't too happy about us but we've continued on anyway. They are very strong in their beliefs and part of that is they only marry other Indians. I don't know if marriage is in our future, but it hasn't been completely pushed aside either.
“Hey” I say quietly, understanding that she looks like she is not feeling good. It's obvious when you know her since she's not even wearing any make-up or straightened her long, black hair. That's a staple for her appearance outside of the house.
“Oh, hey Bill.” She mutters once she glances up at me, her gorgeous brown eyes start to look glassy as she huddles more into herself. Her hoodie probably belongs to her older brother, so it easily swallows her.
“What's wrong?” I ask in concern as I wrap an arm around her waist. I know she's not sick because she wouldn't be here. Kamala's mom has something against letting her children out of the house when sick. She thinks they'll get worst.
“I...We...Their....” She starts to say but always cuts herself off, never brings her gaze up from looking down at the dead grass under our shoes. When I look down, I notice that she is wearing tennis shoes; Kamala rarely wears anything that doesn't have at least two inches on the heel. That's partly why we work so well since I'm already 6 foot 3 and she's 5 foot 6 without heels, we match up nicely. I hear many people around school, hell even when we are at the mall, talk about how perfect we are for each other since we compliment one another so well between the way we dress and our physical looks.
“Hey, babe.” I tell her simply, putting a finger underneath her chin to lift her gaze to meet mine. She knows I hate having conversations face to face if I can't see her eyes, I always feel as if I'm missing something. “Come on, tell me what's wrong. You know you can tell me anything.” I add with a small smile hoping to put her at ease about whatever it is.
Kamala knows I hate it when she is unhappy and that I will go out of my way to make her feel better. When it comes to the people in my life, I take their happiness very seriously.
“Bill, did you drive today?” She suddenly asks me out of the blue after a few moments of silence passes between us that is only filled by the talk floating around us, but that means nothing to me.
“Yea” I reply with a nod as I adjust one of my many necklaces around my neck, something told me not to wear the heavy one with the locket and keys on it. That necklace always bothers my neck with the weight of it.
“Good, let’s leave and we can talk. I have something really important to tell you but I don't want to do it here.” She says as I notice the glassy look coming over her eyes once more, her bottom lip trembling.
“Of course, come on. We can go to my house, no one is there.” I say as I steer her towards the parking lot I had just come from and towards my small SUV that my family gave me for my 16th birthday.
I already had a feeling that something was going to change between us, but not really sure what or how big it was going to be.....
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What do you guys think?
Please leave feedback and let me know. I have the next 3 chapters written, just need to revise them.
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Chapter 1
Author: princess2000204
Warning: Adult Content, Kid!fic,
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What are you suppose to do when your girlfriend gets pregnant and then goes hysterical about it, not to mention no one is happy about it.......Just move on and do what you can to survive, it's not the child's fault.......
~*~*~*~
Bill is 17 at the very start of the story and is 19/20 in later chapters. This is not a sterotypical high school story, that I can promise!
*
As of 1/28/12 -- This entire story is going through an overhaul, each chapter is being redone along with new things put in to it.
I have a much clearer picture of this story so things are needing to be revised due to that.
Hope you all enjoy it, I'm sure it is much better.
~*~*~
‘Why am I running so damn late today? I woke up on time this morning!’ I think to myself in annoyance as I put on a few necklaces that match my black and silver shirt. Looking down at it, I see the silver cross glinting up at me in the early morning light coming from my window.
“Hope Kamala likes it,” is all I mutter to myself before shoving on the usual rings on my skinny fingers and rush through drawing on the black eyeliner with the pencil Kamala had recently given me, my finger brushing against my eyebrow piercing.
“You’re going to be late Bill!” I hear mom yell up the stairs just as I grab my heavy brown messenger bag and throw it over my shoulder before closing my bedroom door behind me.
“I know mom! I’m going, I’m going!” I yell back, tugging on my tongue ring in annoyance before I just roll my eyes as I thump down the stairs and head out the front door with a wave before jumping into my small SUV, feeling that I really should bring it today.
~*~*~*~
I pull up into my parking spot at school with plenty of time to spare before the first bell rings. I don’t even have my door open before there are a group of guys jerking it open, “Hey man! You’re finally here!” one of them shouts as he pulls me out of the SUV, causing me to stumble over my own feet.
“Yea, barely made it out my house in time.” I say with a frown, pushing my recently black dyed hair out of my face as I reach back into my SUV to pull out my messenger bag and throw it over my chest.
“Glad to see ya man, hate that you couldn’t make it to the party the other night! Man, it was amazing! I mean we had kegs and everything!” James says with a dreamy smile on his face as he looks to be reliving that particular party.
“Sorry, I couldn’t come. Wasn’t able to get Kamala out of the house. Sounds like it would have been pretty awesome.” I tell him with a roll of my eyes as I pull out of Allen’s grasp on my arm and walk away from the group of guys that gathered around me in the few minutes since I have been on campus.
Having been on campus only for a brief time and still not seeing my girlfriend anywhere, she is normally eye catching the moment she comes into view.
“Kamala!” I yell across the courtyard to my girlfriend. She always looks really nice at school but I've noticed that recently she's been wearing sweats and hoodies, something that is very much unlike her… especially with no jewelry!
Looking around the courtyard of our high school, there are a lot people milling around in their little groups. School hasn't started yet; my watch says there is another 20 minutes until the first bell rings. She is standing with a few of her friends around her; they are off to the side from the main area. But I notice that she isn't really paying them any mind.
Seeing her standing there, I think back to last weekend when I was able to sneak Kamala out of her house so we could go to a beach party which was put on by a few of the seniors. She looked liked one of those goddesses her family worships to religiously, coming down the trellis wearing a bright orange and pink sarong and a matching top along with the hot pink cover that I bought her for her birthday. The full moon shining above gave her an ethereal glow that was enhanced by the glitter of her makeup and jewelry. I do remember that I couldn’t keep my eyes or hands off of her the entire night.
I jog over and give her friends a little smile before turning my full attention to Kamala. We've been together for 18 months and they have been wonderful. Her parents aren't too happy about us but we've continued on anyway. They are very strong in their beliefs and part of that is they only marry other Indians. I don't know if marriage is in our future, but it hasn't been completely pushed aside either.
“Hey” I say quietly, understanding that she looks like she is not feeling good. It's obvious when you know her since she's not even wearing any make-up or straightened her long, black hair. That's a staple for her appearance outside of the house.
“Oh, hey Bill.” She mutters once she glances up at me, her gorgeous brown eyes start to look glassy as she huddles more into herself. Her hoodie probably belongs to her older brother, so it easily swallows her.
“What's wrong?” I ask in concern as I wrap an arm around her waist. I know she's not sick because she wouldn't be here. Kamala's mom has something against letting her children out of the house when sick. She thinks they'll get worst.
“I...We...Their....” She starts to say but always cuts herself off, never brings her gaze up from looking down at the dead grass under our shoes. When I look down, I notice that she is wearing tennis shoes; Kamala rarely wears anything that doesn't have at least two inches on the heel. That's partly why we work so well since I'm already 6 foot 3 and she's 5 foot 6 without heels, we match up nicely. I hear many people around school, hell even when we are at the mall, talk about how perfect we are for each other since we compliment one another so well between the way we dress and our physical looks.
“Hey, babe.” I tell her simply, putting a finger underneath her chin to lift her gaze to meet mine. She knows I hate having conversations face to face if I can't see her eyes, I always feel as if I'm missing something. “Come on, tell me what's wrong. You know you can tell me anything.” I add with a small smile hoping to put her at ease about whatever it is.
Kamala knows I hate it when she is unhappy and that I will go out of my way to make her feel better. When it comes to the people in my life, I take their happiness very seriously.
“Bill, did you drive today?” She suddenly asks me out of the blue after a few moments of silence passes between us that is only filled by the talk floating around us, but that means nothing to me.
“Yea” I reply with a nod as I adjust one of my many necklaces around my neck, something told me not to wear the heavy one with the locket and keys on it. That necklace always bothers my neck with the weight of it.
“Good, let’s leave and we can talk. I have something really important to tell you but I don't want to do it here.” She says as I notice the glassy look coming over her eyes once more, her bottom lip trembling.
“Of course, come on. We can go to my house, no one is there.” I say as I steer her towards the parking lot I had just come from and towards my small SUV that my family gave me for my 16th birthday.
I already had a feeling that something was going to change between us, but not really sure what or how big it was going to be.....
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What do you guys think?
Please leave feedback and let me know. I have the next 3 chapters written, just need to revise them.
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Chapter 1