5 Rollback

In the morning...

Lucas wakes up on his bed half-naked.

"It was just a dream, thank God," he whispered.

He looks beside him and sees a woman turned-back beside him. He smiles in relief and gets up. He sees a gold jacket, sketchers, and jog pants, pink jammies, he thought about who the person who was wearing those things. In disbelief, he stands and looks to the girl sleeping naked beside him in a room he's familiar with as it looks fancy and high-class. He turns her over and he shouted loud enough to wake Francesca up.

"Yo! why are you screaming?" she asked loudly.

"Why are you... did we?" he asked.

"Uh... yeah pretty much," she answered.

Lucas walks back and forth in a worried face.

"How? What? Why... how?" he asked loudly.

"Well... it was when..." she said as we now go into her side of the story.

'You frantically yelled at Eliza, and you creeped her out and left. So you drank most of the blue cosmo so who knows how many times you went to dreamland or the zone they called it. You got depressed and knocked out on my lap. My date left with some guy, oh yeah, he turned out to be gay. So I carried you to my condo and left you on the sofa. But no, you sleepwalked, into my room and you know how I sleep. I don't wear anything besides my jammies so you put it on to yourself to fuck me,' she said.

"No stop! don't say that," Lucas says as he reacted in disgust on her last two words.

"Oh? you don't like that word?" she teased. "You fucked me!"

"No... no no no no, I'm not hearing anything!" he shouted to cover what she's saying to him.

He moves to the living room and covers his ears using the sofa pillows.

"Fucked me, fucked me, fucked me, fucked me!" she shouted to tease him.

She stands and covers herself with the sheets and closes the double doors of her room. Lucas puts the sofa pillows away and looks behind, she's not there. But then she opened the doors again wearing a sports bra and jog pants with the same sneakers from last time.

"You fucked this," she said.

"No!" he shouted.

Moments later...

Lance, now wearing his clothes from last night, is eating Korean egg fried rice on the smooth marble table with Francesca.

"So can we just pretend that it didn't happen?" he asked.

She looks at him.

"Yeah sure," she answered. "If you didn't get me pregnant."

"Woah! woah, woah... aren't you in birth control?" he asked.

"Hello! I'm not a slut Lucas," she said.

"But I pulled out on time right?" he asked.

"Yeah..." she says as she envisioned what had happened when she locked her feet on his ass that night when he climaxed and moaned. "No."

"What? but I do pull out on time," he said.

"Well I sort of locked you in because I was in the moment and then you let it inside me," she said.

In shock, he stops eating and holds it in.

"Sorry bestie, but look on the bright side, maybe your thing is not compatible with mine," she said.

"But your not fertile right?" he asked.

"I am, two weeks after I got the red days is today," she said.

"Shit I fucked up," he said.

He holds her hand.

"I'll support you, okay?" he said. "And marry you, I think if that's an option."

"Ew, it's fine man I can do this on my own," she said.

He stands and holds her.

"We're going to be family ok? for the baby," he said.

She smiles at him...

"You can be involved as much as you want, but I don't need you..." she said.

She hugs him.

"I got this ok? still besties?" she asked.

Lucas looking off.

"Still besties," he said.

She also looks off as she hugs him.

Outside on the crosswalk, Lucas is walking across the road and looks above as he sees a holographic billboard on an ad of pregnancy testing. He grabs his phone and calls Francesca.

"Hey, there's this pregnancy test going on at St. Augustine hospital, could you go?" he says.

"No, that's not how it works Lucas. We need to wait for at least next month to see if I don't get red days," she said on the phone.

"Oh, ok... bye," he said. "Love you."

"Love you too," she replied on the phone.

He keeps on walking until the disappears into the crowd of people.

Lucas in his apartment, wearing a white tank-top and brown shorts, at sunset, sitting on his chair, and typing on his laptop on his desk. He finishes his poem.

'Upon tears, upon tears; nothing can break away my fears. Standing my ground and live through that leer. Having a new life gives fire within me, not pleasant, unloving, but how sweet it can be. Through the eyes of the seeker, to the lips of the fairer. Nothing could stand in its way, not even stopping day. A new life will give freedom to this world, youth, and such to the word. I'm a little bit concerned, but nothing could topple this poet, not even unturned,' his thoughts.

He stands and takes out the paper. He smiles and approves as he puts it on a scrapbook. He puts on his shoes, gets his keys, and leaves...