Littles On The Side
Summary: There was nothing like the relationships between Littles and Ducks and Eden Hall In Crowd, but there were others in their world who fell in love. These are those stories
A/N: I hope you guys review these, the first one is two parts long, Jaime and Cal are too epic to make in just one!
Disclaimer: While my characters are my own, they are inspired by things that do not belong to me.
Jaime and Cal: Part I: Puppy Love
Thirteen year old Calvin Gaffney sat quietly in the back of a classroom watching her talk. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Jaime since this summer. He didn't know why. There were other girls in his grade who were prettier, nicer, even a few who had gotten boobs and everything, but none of that seemed to matter. There was just Jaime. She was giving a presentation in front of the class now and he was just relishing watching her. She walked back to her seat next to him and sat down. He could smell her. Jaime always smelled clean, like soap and baby powder. After the bell rang he shuffled quickly to his locker and grabbed the books he needed to head home for the day.
"What about Cal Gaffney?" Jaime Bloom asked one of her friends as they sat on the school steps watching a bunch of the boys play basketball at lunch. They were trying to figure out which ones to invite to Jaime's boy girl birthday party. It was a very big deal.
"What about him?" Her friend sniffed. "I mean, he's nice and all, but I don't think,"
"He's always staring at me," Jaime said. "But in a nice way. I kind of like it."
"Apparently he's going to be on the varsity Bears as a freshman," one of her other friends piped up. "He's a really good hockey player."
"I'm inviting him," Jaime said and scribbled his name in her notebook.
Cal stood at his locker later and jumped a mile when he heard the voice behind him.
"Hi Cal!" He turned around and there was Jaime standing there. He swallowed, his throat was really dry all of a sudden and his palms were really wet.
"Jaime," he said, "um, hi, yeah, hi, how-how's it going?" He stuttered.
"Oh fine," she flipped her long blond hair behind her. "Look, um, I'm having this birthday party this weekend, do you want to come?" She held out an invitation.
"Oh, uh, yeah, sure," he nodded and took it.
"Great, see you," she bounced away. He swallowed and looked at the invitation.
That weekend as everyone started to filter out, Jaime noticed Cal sitting in the corner of her basement. She took a deep breath and walked over to him.
"Hi," she said shyly. He smiled softly. "I'm glad you came. A bunch of people are playing spin the bottle and I thought maybe,"
"I'm not really interested in that kind of thing," he shook his head.
"Oh," she said softly and then decided to be brave. "Me neither." He looked at her. "I don't want to take any chances."
"Huh?" He said and then she carefully put her hands around his face and kissed him. He didn't know quite what to do, but his instinct kicked in. They were really kissing now. "Um, wow."
"Yeah," she said, "I like you Cal."
"I like you too," he said, "a lot." She smiled.
Fifteen year old Jaime Bloom woke up in her boyfriend, Cal Gaffney's arms. She smiled. Cal was still asleep and she sat up and started playing with his hair. They'd had sex for the first time the night before. Cal had been telling her how brave she was, but he didn't understand. He didn't know that he made her brave.
"Hey you," he said, blinking awake.
"Hey," she whispered and kissed him. "We fell asleep."
"I noticed that," he grinned. She laughed. "Jaim," he muttered.
"Mm," she said softly.
"I love you," he said, "I really do, and I just hope that nothing changes."
"I love you too," she said and looked at him, "I'll always love you. That's never going to change." He smiled and hugged her close.
At seventeen Cal sat quietly as he and Jaime drove home. It was the first warm spring night and they'd gone for a drive. The drive had turned to parking, and the parking had turned to making out, the making out had gone all the way. That wouldn't have been a big deal, except that they hadn't used a condom.
"Jaim," he said, "it's gonna be fine."
"I know that," she snapped, her arms crossed. He sighed. "I'm sorry, I just,"
"I know," he said stopping in front of her house. "I am too." She nodded.
"Cal," she said, "I just, if I get, I'm supposed to go to college and get out of Bangor." He nodded. "We're supposed to get out."
"Yeah," he mumbled. How did he tell her? He didn't know if he wanted to get out anymore. She kissed him softly.
"I should get in there," she said, "I love you."
"I love you too," he said. "Call if you want to talk OK?"
"I will," she said and got out of the car. She walked into her room lay down in bed and curled up, hugging a pillow. She swallowed her tears and made herself brave. She wouldn't cry, she would be brave and there was probably nothing to even be brave about.
Jaime bit her thumb nail and jiggled her foot sitting in on the toilet in her bathroom, waiting for the egg timer to go off.
"Not blue," she muttered, "just, not blue, please." She closed her eyes, half praying, and half wishing. The timer went off and she swallowed and looked at the test and burst into tears. It was positive. This was the third test she'd taken. She was pregnant. What was she going to tell Cal?
The next day at school she walked down the hallway, hugging her books to her chest. She felt like everyone was staring at her, like everyone knew. She walked over to Cal's locker.
"Hey," he said with a smile, "I called you last night."
"I know, my mom told me," she said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't feeling well." He nodded.
"Are you still mad about last week?" He asked. "Jaim, I said I was sorry."
"I know," she said. "I'm sorry too. I'm just out of it. Are you ready for prom?"
"Yeah," he said. "You're being weird." She smiled and kissed him.
"I'm fine," she insisted. "I love you, I'm meeting with Mrs. Phillips."
"The guidance counselor?" He frowned. "Is everything OK?"
"Yeah, I got my SAT scores and I just want to talk to her about what I should do over the summer for school, you know?" She shrugged. He nodded. "I'll see you at lunch."
"OK," he nodded. "You'd tell me if something was wrong?"
"Of course," she nodded and swallowed, walking down the hallway and into Mrs. Phillips office.
"Oh, hi Jaime," the older woman smiled. "I was so happy that you made an appointment, there are a couple of schools I think you should look into."
"I'm pregnant," Jaime said softly, for the first time out loud. Mrs. Phillips looked at her. "I, a few weeks ago, me and Cal sort of got carried away. And now I'm pregnant."
"OK," Mrs. Phillips said. "Did you talk to Cal? Or your parents?" Jaime shook her head. "Do you want to have this baby?"
"I don't know!" Jaime said. "I don't know if I want to have any baby, ever!" Mrs. Phillips nodded softly. "I love Cal, and he'll want to get married, because he's that kind of guy, but I don't know." She was sobbing now.
"Look," Mrs. Phillips said softly, offering her a tissue. "You are not the first 17 year old girl to get pregnant Jaime, but I'm telling you, you are far too bright, and far too driven to end up," Jaime looked at her. "You have options." Jaime nodded, but she realized right then, that none of those options were at all fair to Cal, he wanted a family. He wanted this. Maybe she was supposed to give it to him.
Cal glanced out the window of the house where they were all hanging out after the prom. Jaime was sitting on a porch swing just staring out. He walked outside and sat down next to her.
"So," he said, "you're missing a semi awesome party in there."
"Cal I'm pregnant," she said. He looked at her. "I'm pregnant, and I'm keeping the baby, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you at a better time, I just," he swallowed, his eyes huge. "You're scared. Don't be, I'm not, I mean I was, but I'm not anymore. It's an adventure, our baby is going to be an adventure."
"An adventure?" He said. She nodded and he stood up. "You're pregnant?" She nodded again. "You're, we're having a baby."
"Yes," she said.
"I need to think about this," he said softly. She nodded. "I'm just," he pointed to the car.
"Sure," she whispered and he walked to his car and drove away. She curled her knees to her chest and cried for a while.
The next day Jaime had just had a terrible fight with morning sickness when her mom knocked on the bathroom door. She'd told her parents that morning and they'd responded by retreating to their room and speaking in whispers. She didn't much care, she just hated that she hadn't heard from Cal.
"Jaime," her mother said softly, "Cal's here." Jaime wiped her mouth and walked out into the living room. Cal was sitting, his hands folded, staring at the carpet.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hi," he said and she sat down. "Were you just,"
"I threw up," she mumbled. He nodded. "How are you doing?" He swallowed. "Cal, I know this is hard, I'm just trying to,"
"I love you," he said, "and, I'm sorry I ran off like that, I shouldn't have," he closed his eyes. "I talked to my dad and he agrees with me, and I think we should get married." She looked at him.
"What?" She whispered.
"We have to do what's best for the baby," he said simply, "and the warehouse for the glass company needs people and that pays well, so I can do that."
"You want to get married?" She swallowed. He nodded. "We're seventeen."
"Yeah, I know," he said, "but I mean, I love you so much Jaime, I couldn't imagine ever feeling this way about someone else, and, I'm gonna do right by you, I swear!" He was down on his knees now holding her hands.
"OK," she nodded. "Alright, let's get married." He smiled and kissed her.
To Be Continued...