Never saw it coming

It was about ten thirty in the evening and the party was in full swing. Alcohol and food was freely flowing from person to person as everyone just let loose. It was a themed party that one of Gareth’s friends was hosting at his house and, of course, Gareth was making sure that everyone’s spirits were running high. He had noticed that Stacy hadn’t arrived yet, but put it to her wanting to look perfect for this party even though, to Gary, she looked perfect no matter what. Since the incident about a month ago, Gareth and Stacy had become more than friends and were basically dating. Though not much had changed between them. They had always hung out with each other as much as they could and were usually hugging and such, occasionally exchanging small kisses on the cheek. But now, to Gareth’s glee, he got to have a proper, full-on relationship with her. Of course, it wasn’t all about the being physically close, but emotionally as well. Yes, kind of sappy which is why he never really admitted that he liked the whole emotional admittance part of the relationship, though behind closed doors he was a right sucker for it.

The male was currently, as a joke, wearing a hula skirt over the top of his three-quarter length combats. The typical joker, trying to get everyone to laugh at the fact he was wearing a skirt. Of course, he would never wear a skirt with out his trousers underneath. That would just be pure embarrassment, though he was sure it would be a pleasurable sight to see and would certainly be humorous. But no, there was no chance of that ever happening. At least, not this evening.

Apart from the hula skirt, Gareth was dressed pretty normally. Over his top half was a pale blue button-down shirt with a few of the top buttons undone, whilst on his feet were his scruffy rebooks that he had owned for over half a year. He refused to believe that these trainers needed to be replaced as they were slowly falling apart around his feet. If he stepped in a puddle, his feet would end up absolutely drenched. But, it was the summer so, currently, there was nothing to worry about.

The male’s eyes scanned over the crowd of people, also dressed in Hawaiian themed clothing, but he saw no sign of Stacy anywhere. The past few days she had seemed to be a little off with him. Each time he tried to give her a hug, she would just draw back as if he was poisonous and would infect her with some sort of deadly disease. In honesty, the fifteen-year-old was feeling rather rejected by her and wasn’t really sure what he had done wrong to make her act like this. Of course, him questioning about whether or not it was her ‘lady’s time’ probably hadn’t helped at the time as she had thrown him one of the iciest glares that he had ever received. It had actually made him edge away from her slightly in case she decided to pounce on him and maul him to death. And it was strange because she had never been like it around him before. A sigh left the lad’s lips as he went to sit down on one of the chairs by the pool, allowing himself to freely glance at all the different people that had arrived at this party. He didn’t know half of them but they all looked like they were having a good time. But Gary’s mood had now taken a turn for the worst as his mind settled on the way Stacy had been acting and whether or not she was even going to show up to this party.

However, soon enough, Stacy arrived and boy did she look beautiful. Gary was rather glad at the fact that he had been sitting down at the point that his girlfriend had arrived otherwise he was sure he would have fainted from the sheer beauty of the girl. The male made his way over to her, almost instantly wrapping his arms around her and swinging her round a couple of times.
“Gary, come on, put me down,” the girl laughed, rolling her eyes as her arms slipped around Gareth’s neck once her feet were back upon the ground.
“Talk about fashionably late,” Gareth said softly into her ear before lightly kissing her soft cheek and then those lovely lips.
“Well, you know me. I just have to keep you waiting,” Stacy teased, kissing Gary back whilst her fingertips brushed through his thick, brown locks. Butterflies seemed to flutter in abundance inside the girl’s stomach, a certain nervousness setting in. Once she drew back from the kiss, her fingers continued to thread through the male’s hair, stroking the soft strands whilst she peered into his dark brown eyes. It was easy to tell that something was bothering the girl, just by how her eyebrows were slightly furrowed as she looked at him.
“Stace, what’s the matter?” Gareth asked, a concerned expression now showing on his features. “You’ve been acting strange recently. Come on, what’s up?” If something was wrong with Stacy, he wanted to know about it so that he could do all he could to make her feel better. Though, he wasn’t entirely prepared for what she said next.

“Gareth, you remember that night at the party just outside of town…when the taxi didn’t arrive for about an hour and we stayed in the truck?” the girl questioned whilst her fingers continued to stroke through his hair. The soft feel of those locks just seemed to reassure her that whatever she said, everything would be fine. He wouldn’t leave her. He wasn’t the type of guy to do that, but there was still that nagging worry at the back of her mind.
“Yeah, of course I do…” Gary responded, looking at her curiously. It was starting to worry him even more now, his mind whirring as he thought of all the possibilities, all of the things that could be causing his girlfriend such obvious distress. Stacy held onto the long pause after Gary had spoken, taking deep breathes before she finally decided to speak again.

“Gary, I’m pregnant.”

The male’s eyes widened instantly as he heard this, eyelids repeatedly blinking blankly at the girl.
“W-w-w-what?” He couldn’t help but stutter throughout that one word. Had he heard her right or was it his imagination? His arms fell limply to his sides, wide eyes still focused on Stacy as if waiting for her to say that it was all a joke. Those butterflies seemed to be doing a good job at making Stacy’s stomach do back flips. Her heart practically sank as she noticed how shocked and panic-stricken the boy now looked. She let her hands drift from his hair and back to her sides.
“I’m having your baby, Gareth…” she repeated, feeling the need to tell him once more so that he understood that she wasn’t lying and that it wasn’t just one big joke.

Sadly, the fact that he had now lost the support of Stacy’s arms meant that he was no longer being held up. And as Stacy repeated her statement, Gareth slowly fell backwards and fainted.

On the floor, unconscious and in a hula skirt. Oh, what a great role-model he’d be.