2p!America x Reader-Positive Ch.10

2p!America x Reader-Positive Ch.10

The car ride home was silent. Well, on your part. Oliver was angrily ranting to you on what Al and Matt had gotten themselves into. You’d normally wouldn’t be surprised the boys got into trouble, but the fact that Al threw burning hot liquid into a guy’s face made you shiver. He could be violent and aggressive, but when you heard how scary he can be…it got you feeling worried. Though you knew Al would never lay a hand on you like that nor his baby girl once she is born. Oliver will be doting on her, Matt will probably have to take care of her occasionally, and François will be avoiding her nonstop. It all sounded so fun until you remembered that Al was still upset with you.

Sometimes he could be so stubborn! Letting out a frustrated sigh, Oliver stopped his rants and worriedly looked over at you. This fight had to be solved soon. The both of you can’t keep dragging it for so long. Al angrily does something that makes you angry and then the cycle repeats. But you at least have a good head on your shoulders to tell you ideas on how to make this right. Allen is just acting out emotionally which is the main reason he gets in trouble a lot. For others, they may see Al as just angry and emotionally dead, but he got a lot of his complicated feelings from his Dad.

“Everything okay, Poppet? Did he talk to you at school?” Oliver parked the car and you just realized that you had arrived home.

“No…but I’m planning to talk to him. I just don’t know how.” You sighed.

“Well Mattie is out on the porch, I think he wants to talk to you. And when you’re done, tell me…” Oliver gave you a threatening look towards the end.

“Uh, y-yeah!” You jumped out of the car and waddled over to Matt. He leaned off the wall as he saw you come up and you noticed his hockey stick right next to him. Oh he’s ready for Oliver alright.

“Does he want to kill me?” Matt glanced at the car.

“Kind of.” You shrugged. “But more importantly, what the hell were you and Al thinking?”

“…Three guys walked up to us, started talking crap about you, Al, me, and even the baby.” Matt avoided your gaze. “Al took the first punch and I went with it. When one of the guys mentioned the baby again, Al lost it and burned his face.”

“He did?” You asked, almost feeling happy that Al defended you despite currently being in a fight.

“Emphasis on burned his face,” Matt said again.

“I’m sure Oliver will give him the proper scolding.” You giggled to see Matt’s face pale a little.

“Great…well, Al is mad because he says you were making it sound like it was his fault,” Matt stated.

“Dang it. Okay, I’ll try fixing things then. Anyway, good luck!” You turned to face Oliver and gave him a thumbs up. Oliver nodded his head, getting out of the car to slam the door roughly.

“Sh*t,” Matt muttered.

“He doesn’t like it when you curse~” You patted his shoulder and went inside.

Closing the door, you couldn’t imagine what Oliver’s punishment would be like. The thought terrified you alone. Letting out a shiver, you continued on finding your way to Allen’s bedroom. Keeping your footsteps silent was key. François didn’t seem to be around here so it’d be strange to suddenly hear footsteps. Especially with Oliver and Matt outside. Walking up to his bedroom door, you placed your hand on the knob and turned it slowly. Entering his room quietly, Al sat on the edge of his bed looking annoyed. Once he saw you coming in, he was a bit shocked.

“Hi…” You spoke softly.

“Hey.” Al sounded distant. Getting closer to him, you sat down next to him which may have annoyed him.

“Can we talk?” You tried looking him in the eyes, but he kept his face down.

“You’re already in here.”

Trying to keep a smile on your face was hard. It hurt you to see how cold he was behaving this was towards you. It made you feel extremely guilty that your rant turned into a fight got him this upset. All you have to is fix this, but it won’t be easy. You still had emotions left since you were mad too from his behavior. He’s putting this all on you and trying to get you to apologize. He needed to do his part as well since him saying you had a mouth was really rude. The both of you said awful things and everyone in this household is waiting for the make up already. Just think about the positives.

“I wanted to thank you first. For defending me when I wasn’t there,” You started, your voice gentle and thankful.

“It’s nothing,” Al replied and didn’t say much after that.

“…Look, can we just move on?” You pleaded.

“The fight we had isn’t something we can just move on from.” Al scoffed, giving you a side glare. He wasn’t even bothering to make an effort!

“Can’t we talk about this? Please? Our fight has been affecting the people around us who just want us to make up already. We can do it.” You tried placing your hand on top of his, but he pulled his away. It left you dumbfounded. It made your heart sting and you didn’t know what to say. Was it all over? Was he going to break up with you? “Al, I didn’t mean those words I told you. It was so rude of me. Please, can we talk?”

“I’m not in the mood to talking…so—” Al said before you exploded in rage.

“NO! No! We are talking about this and we are about this now.” You stood up from his bed and shouted at him. He was shocked to say the least. Hot tears were building up, your chest felt tight, and the lump in your throat was making it dry. “We are in this together, Allen. Do you understand? This baby will be born before we know it! I get that I was inconsiderate last time of your feelings! No one enters this world never getting judged! You get crap to just like me, but the difference is…y-you’ve got strong skin. It’s been five months of nonstop torture for me and I’m still delicate like a d*mn butterfly! I-I used to be confident, I could stand my own ground…I’m nothing anymore.”

Tears slipped past your cheeks as you finally let it all out. Your chest was hurting so much and you hoped all your stress and anger wasn’t hurting the baby. It’s just that you couldn’t take it anymore. It was tiring every day. Everyone finds a new way to make you feel small and pathetic. Like you’ve never had dreams, hopes, or wishes. They’re all wrong, but why do they think being pregnant is the end? It’s not like other teen moms haven’t graduated high school. They have done it before. It is not impossible! And is it so impossible to try and be supportive!?

“You hear things about you, Al. No one ever said a word about me despite dating you and the jealous girls. But at least they still saw me for who I truly am! Now they see my stomach…our baby growing inside of me and they can’t look past that! Forget all the A’s, the hard work, and the leader I was! They have labeled me into a stereotype that haunts me every day. Will I break it or will I only prove them right? I know that I’m young and that girls my age aren’t supposed to get pregnant since the time isn’t right, but it’s too late to get stuck on that! I have lost so many people in my life, Allen.” You swallowed hard, trying not to let your sobs interfere with your words. “M-My parents kicked me out of their house! Seventeen years of family memories all gone! I’ve been completely disowned. Remember Janice and Flynn? Yeah, well they get so disgusted when they see me walking around the halls with my stomach. They assume that our daughter might follow in her Mother’s footsteps and get pregnant, maybe even younger than my current age!”

Al frowned as he stared at your belly. You were carrying his daughter and you wanted it to mean something. That he can’t just runaway and forget this. Wiping away some of your tears, you continued to reveal your life. Everything that has happened in just five months. Respect from teachers? Gone. Respect from peers? Gone. A future? And they all so badly assume that you have nothing to live for anymore. That you’ll never live to be anything else, but a stupid whore who got herself pregnant so young.

“If we ever separated Al, Matt would obviously have to stay with you. That would lose me a friend. And you know Cassity? She’s fighting every day to just be the supportive and great friend she is! She’s fighting everyone just to be my f-friend. Her parents…they used to treat me like family, call me their own daughter…they can’t even speak to me anymore!!” You screamed. Your breathing was shaky and your face felt hot. It felt like you were sick and going to either faint or throw up after this. “I’ve lost family, friends, and if I lost you Allen…I-I’m so alone. A-All I have…is o-our baby…my beautiful baby who I’m never giving up on.”

Al looked at you silently as you completely broke down in front of him. It was finally all out. Letting out heavy sobs and sharp gasps for air, you sat down on the floor until Al came by your side. He picked you up in his arms and brought you onto his bed. He laid down your shaking form and covered the both of you with wine red, fluffy blanket. He wrapped his arms around you as you sniffled, crying silently into his chest. It felt so warm being so close to him. Just him alone could be considered your home. Once you finally calmed down, all your energy felt drained. You were tired and your eyes kept closing as Al rubbed your back.

“I’m sorry…I’ll do better. And I’m not giving up on you or the baby.” Al kissed your cheek before resting his chin on your head.

“I’m sorry too…” You said as he gave you light squeeze. Soon you yawned and fell asleep right away.