alright, so, since this is a sequel, i highly recommend that you read this first, or else you will be extremely confused:
http://boards.fueledbyramen.co...060068/m/24910379321

it's probably going to be rated PG-13 with R-rated bits, same as the last one.
anyways:

Chapter 1

Six months is a long time. It’s especially long if you’ve spent the time at a mediocre school where no one likes you. Worse, even, if you are forced to live with your overprotective, slave-driving mother.

Luckily for me, I have an escape. I have a second family where I feel much more comfortable and at home. This family includes my beautiful, wonderful boyfriend, who I love more than anyone else. I try to get away as much as I can, but sometimes it’s very hard. Especially with a mother like mine.

It is now the start of the winter holidays. It’s the time of year when people usually imagine snowflakes and Christmas trees. Here, it never even gets close to snowing. We can only dream of a white Christmas here.

In the weeks leading up to now, I begged and pleaded to my mother to let me spend my holidays at the Urie household. It took some time and effort, but she eventually gave in. I don’t even know why she bothered putting up a fight. She should probably be quite happy to get rid of me for two weeks. No matter how many times she says that she loves me, I still fail to believe it. She did apologize once for the way that she treats me, but she has not changed her ways the slightest bit.

“Now, Abigail,” she said to me as we drove along a busy street. “Remember the rules. Just don’t get into anything stupid like that other time, alright?”

I heaved a heavy sigh. “I know, Mom,” I said. “I’ve told you a million times. I’m never doing anything like that again.”

“Good,” she said. “You’d better stick by that, or you’re in serious trouble.”

I sighed again and leaned my head against the car window. Sometimes, my mother really made me want to stab myself.

Around a half-hour later, we drove into the driveway of the house that I knew oh so well. I excitedly hopped out of the car and grabbed my suitcase out of the trunk.

“Hold on, Honey,” my mother said as I was about to make a run for the front door. “Remember what I told you.”

“I know!” I said angrily. “For God’s sake, you’ve told me too many fucking times already.”

“No, no,” she said. “Calm down, Baby. I just wanted to remind you to have fun.”

“Oh...” I said. “Well, uh, thanks.”

“No problem,” she said. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in two weeks. Call me whenever you want to talk, okay? Say hi to Brendon for me. Bye.”

“Bye,” I said. She blew me a kiss and drove away.

Brendon was already at the door as I walked up the front steps. He must have heard me coming.

“Hey, Abbie,” he said. “Good to see you. Come on in.”

The house hadn’t changed much since the last time I had been there. It still had that warm, homey feel. I really did wish that I lived here.

“I’ve invited the whole family over again for tomorrow,” Brendon said. “I figured you’d want to see them again. You haven’t seen the Walker kid yet, have you? He’s a real cutie.”

“I’m sure,” I said. “But...I’m not so sure I really want to see them.”

Brendon looked confused. “Why not?”

“Because...well, you know,” I said. “I haven’t spoken to Spencer since he gave me that talk. I’m sure he’s probably still pissed at me right now.”

“He hasn’t mentioned it, but I don’t think he’d still be mad,” Brendon said. “I mean, it’s been a while. He wouldn’t stay angry about something like that for that long.”

“I guess so,” I said. “By the way, where’s Cameron?”

“He’s in his room,” Brendon said. “I don’t have a clue what he’s doing in there.” He rolled his eyes.

I smiled at his funny expression. “Okay,” I said.

Cameron’s bedroom door was completely closed. I didn’t want to intrude on anything, so I knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Cameron’s voice called out to me. I opened the door and walked inside. He had been sitting on his bed, and he jumped up when he saw me.

“Hey,” he said. “Can you, um, close the door behind you?”

I gave him a confused look, and hesitantly shut the door. “What’s with all the secrecy?” I asked. “You never used to keep your door closed all the time.”

“I love you, Baby,” he said, not at all answering my question. He pulled me into a tight embrace and gently kissed my lips. It felt good, but I was still incredibly confused.

“I love you too,” I said. “But tell me, what’s going on?”

“I brought you a present,” he said in a softer voice. “But you can’t tell anyone.” He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a small package. I couldn’t believe it.

“A condom?” I asked. “Cameron...no. Just no.”

“Come on,” he said. “Just once? It’s worth a try.”

I didn’t know what to say. As much as I didn’t want to refuse him, I just didn’t feel ready. We were still young. And yet, I also somehow felt like I wanted to. My indecisive brain was at it again.

“I can’t,” I finally said. “I just...can’t.”

“Would another night be better for you?” he asked.

I paused. “Maybe,” I said. “I’ll keep thinking about it. We’ve got two weeks, after all.”

“Right,” Cameron said. “You keep thinking about it, and tell me when you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting.”

“Okay,” I said. I gulped. All of a sudden, it seemed like the next two weeks would not be easy.

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LOL

what a pressant.
You just couldnt stay away from this could you

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You just couldnt stay away from this could you

nope.
i have no clue when the next chapter will be done though.

oh well you are continuing it so *dances*

I totes want my sons name to be burbank cause that name is awesome. . .

and lmao cameron such a urie

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Originally posted by RubyandAmi:
I totes want my sons name to be burbank cause that name is awesome. . .

thanks, that helped me out a lot. i couldn't think of a name for him and i didn't know whether i should ask you or just make something up. so yeah, thanks.

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Originally posted by ~Lauren~:

quote:

Originally posted by RubyandAmi:
I totes want my sons name to be burbank cause that name is awesome. . .

thanks, that helped me out a lot. i couldn't think of a name for him and i didn't know whether i should ask you or just make something up. so yeah, thanks.

ur welcome lol

so this chapter kind of, um, sucks. i felt bad for not updating in a few days and pushed myself to finish it, so it probably isn't the best. i hope it isn't too horrible.

Chapter 2

Much to Cameron’s dismay, I spent the night in my own bedroom instead of his. I could tell that he still wanted me to sleep with him. Maybe, in a few days, I would give in. But I still did not feel ready.

The doorbell awoke me the next morning. I rushed to put some decent clothing on, for I knew that the guests were arriving.

Spencer and his family were the first to arrive, as usual. I could swear that his girls had grown at least two inches each. I was still having difficulties telling them apart.

“Hey, everyone,” Spencer said. He looked at me for one second, but did not say anything. I could not read his expression. I hoped that Brendon was right, and that he would not still be mad at me.

“Hey, guys,” Brendon said. “Come on in.”

Everyone took their seats in the living room. Cameron had yet to show himself, probably because he was still sound asleep. There was a tray of cookies already sitting on the coffee table, probably made by Tasha just like last time.

“So,” Spencer said. He turned to face me, and my heart jumped. “Abbie, what’s new with you?”

“Umm...” I honestly didn’t know what to say. “Not a lot.”

“No more drinking, I hope,” Spencer said.

“None at all,” I said. “That was just a one-time thing. I’ve really learned my lesson.”

“Good,” Spencer said. “You’d better remember that.”

Seconds later, the doorbell rang again. Brendon answered the door, and surely enough, Jon and Ami were at the door, with a baby carrier with them.

“Hey,” Brendon said. “Good to see you. How’s Burbank?”

Jon smiled at the baby in the carrier. “Getting bigger every day, it seems,” he said.

Brendon smiled. “Great,” he said. “Come in and join the party.”

When everyone was finally settled in, Cameron stumbled in, again looking like he had just awoken. “Um, hey guys,” he said. He took a seat next to me, kissed my forehead and gently placed his arm around me. I had almost forgotten about how comfortable he made me feel.

On the other side of me, Ami sat with baby Burbank in her arms. He was truly an adorable child. He was smiling and blowing tiny bubbles from his mouth. He was the kind of baby that I liked. I loved babies, but only when they were happy.

“He’s really cute,” I said.

Ami smiled. “He really is,” she said. “You want to hold him?”

“Oh, sure,” I said. I had actually never held a baby before, and was a bit nervous handling him. I feared that he would burst into tears as soon as I touched him. When Ami carefully placed him in my arms, he felt heavy at first, but I eventually felt quite comfortable with him.

“Hey there, Cutie Pie,” Cameron said, and pulled a face that was probably supposed to make Burbank laugh. He didn’t, but I did. Cameron looked absolutely ridiculous.

In an awkward way, it almost felt like the three of us were a family. It was a thought that was both scary and wonderful at the same time. I loved the thought of Cameron and me living together for the rest of our lives and having children, even grandchildren. And yet, I didn’t want to think about it. We were too young for that.

“I’ll take him back now, if you don’t mind,” Ami said. I nodded, and she carefully lifted Burbank from my lap and sat him down on hers.

There was a bit of an awkward moment after that. We had all gotten together for once, and yet we did not seem to have much to talk about. We all paused and looked at each other. Brendon was the first to break the silence when he burst into laughter. Eventually, everyone followed, and the whole room was in a fit of laughter. These people reminded me of small children sometimes, and I didn’t mind it.

An instant later, Tasha appeared from the kitchen. Oddly enough, I hadn’t even noticed that she was missing. “Lunch is on,” she said. “Help yourselves.”

Everyone moved into the kitchen like a herd of stampeding elephants. The way these people acted often amused me. It reminded me of why I had chosen this family over my own. I would not change a single thing about anybody.

-

As I sat alone in my bedroom that evening, I should not have been surprised when Cameron randomly marched into the room. He had “that look” on his face. I knew exactly what he was going to ask me.

“What?” I asked, even though I already knew.

“I was just...” He looked downward. “I just...wanted to know if you’re ready yet.”

I was completely right. I was lost about what to tell him, however. I remembered when we first met, and he loved me much more than I loved him. I was afraid to disappoint him, and ended up giving in, which was definitely not a mistake. Now, I was disappointing him again. Would giving in be the right thing to do this time, too?

I looked at him. His eyes, his arms, his legs. I thought of how good I felt when I was sitting next to him with the child. I thought of how good he made me feel, in general. There was only one thing I could say.

“I think...” I began. I stopped myself, and reassured myself that this was the right thing. “I think I’m ready now. Let’s do this.”

awwwwwwwwwww cute baby
oh oh ooooo

ma babi is so adorable! XD

uh oh they did the nasty

ICU SEQUEL.ICU.
<3

the next chapter seems to be a bit of a challenge to write. i can honestly say that i've never written anything like this before. xD
it'll be done...soon-ish? maybe?

the title did you get that from the song
I Don't Care
by
Apoptaliptica (sp?)
(fail spelling but i tryed)

is it actually from a song? i totally didn't know that. O_o i just thought of it because it fits in later on in the story.

oh you should listen to them its a meatal/rock band only with a singer,drums and 3 chellos.