For the wonderful, Chelsea. I hope this is alright and you like it!! :) 

“Chels, you coming?” Riker asked, leaning against the wall in the entranceway of their apartment, knowing if Chelsea would take any longer, they’d be late for Curt’s party.

“I…Umm…I’ll be there in a minute…” Chelsea warily called to Riker downstairs, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. How was she going to do this? When should she tell him? Sighing heavily and smoothing out her top, she walked slowly down the stairs towards her boyfriend.

“Hey, you look lovely, babe…really, I mean…well, if you don’t want to see Curt, then you don’t have t—“

“No! No, that’s not it at all! Sorry for making you wait. We…We can just, let’s just go, yeah?” Chelsea smiled in encouragement, hiding the truth of the matter behind her eyes.

“Alright, if you’re sure…”Riker smiled back, hesitantly, knowing she was off today. He simply shrugged it off, as Curt texted him asking where they were, and led Chels out of their apartment. “You’re okay, aren’t you?”

“Me? I’m fine, Riker. Don’t worry about it!” She brushed it off and got in the passenger seat of the car, convincing Riker to drive on to Curt’s without worry. Thankfully Riker amped up the radio which acted as a wonderful distraction to Chelsea’s state of mind; hopefully only she could make it till the end of the night. Other people would be designated drivers, right? She could use that as an excuse not to drink. It would be fine…right?

Xx

Curt invited both of them in with a wide smile, pleased they’d come to join him for a regular reunion barbeque. Riker pulled Curt into a tight hug and wandered inside the Mega-Whalen household to grab a drink, smiling softly at Chelsea as Curt welcomed her in with a hug. “Chelsea! I’ve missed you! How are things going for the both of you? How’s the apartment working out?”

“Uh, it’s good; much better than living in residence at college!” She smiled. “Is everyone here yet?”

“We’re still waiting on Titus, but he’ll be here soon enough. Go ahead and pop ‘round the back and grab something to eat, I have to check on some stuff and I’ll be out in a sec.” Curt replied, slipping upstairs.

Chelsea nodded and carefully made her way outside, a wave of regret washing over her. Why did she agree to this? She could’ve lied to Riker and told him she had an assignment due…How was she going to fake her way through this whole afternoon?

“Chels? You’re way out of it today.” Riker smirked, taking her hand and passing her a drink. “I don’t know how you didn’t fall asleep in class.” He laughed heartily, as Chelsea looked down at the ground with a faint smile.

“Yeah…Actually, Riker, I have to use the bathroom…I’ll be back.” Chelsea swallowed; her face flushed nervously as she dropped his hand and ran back inside. This was much harder than she thought originally. This wasn’t planned. She was still in college, and Riker had his music…How were they going to get through this? What if he didn’t stay with her once the truth came out?  What was she supposed to do then? Resting her head on the wall, she shut her eyes and prepared herself to face Riker again. She had to tell him, she thought she could keep this secret hidden for longer, but that seemed bloody impossible right now, especially with the crowd of people gathered outside. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to think things through.

“Chelsea? Are you okay?” Curt inquired, a concerned look on his face as his eyebrows furrowed. He set down his drink on the counter and wrapped his arms around the girl. “Chelsea…what’s wrong?”

Chelsea couldn’t answer. She simply gripped onto the back of Curt’s shirt and felt her eyes water. What if he hated her? She hadn’t bothered to think of her parents’ reactions in all this either…It would be worse facing them. She was only eighteen, for Christ’s sakes. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she was only just becoming an adult; she wasn’t ready for this reality.

“I’ll go get Riker…” Curt sighed, a solemn expression on his face, he let his grip slacken and went outside to find Riker. In the meantime, Chelsea slunk into the living room, feeling tears falling down her cheeks. She curled up on Curt’s couch and waited for Riker to appear, feeling the weight in her chest grow heavier.

Moments later, she heard footsteps approaching and Riker sat on the opposing side of the couch beside her. “…Chelsea? Is…Is there something you need to tell me? I mean—Are you trying to…Do you want us to break up?” Riker asked quietly, afraid his voice might break. He was too scared to reach out for her, scared of what she was about to tell him so he simply kept to himself.

“No…” Chelsea confessed, biting her lip. “Riker…I…I didn’t want to tell—I didn’t want to tell you here…I…I didn’t want to tell you at all…but…well…” Her voice faded out as she stared at her knees, tucked up against her chest.

“Go on…” Riker advised; his breathing slow and drawn out as if he was trying not to cry. “Please, Chels…Just tell me…”

“Riker…I—I’m pregnant…”

“What?” Riker clarified; his jaw dropping at her confession.

“I…Do I really have to say it again?” Chelsea pursed her lips, withholding a sob as she buried her face in her knees.

Riker sat there shell-shocked, without saying a word for a few minutes, trying to take it all in. “…How…How long have you known?”

“…About a week…” She mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Riker asked; his voice in a more serious tone now.

“I…I was scared to tell you…Riker, we didn’t plan this…I’m still in college! I can’t—I can’t do this! I don’t know what to do!” Chelsea began to break down and Riker sighed, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“We’ll work something out…Have you told anyone else?” He asked, tilting her chin up to face him and wiping her tears away with his thumb.

“No…Just you…” She answered sniffling. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.”

“There’s no need to be sorry, hon. Don’t blame yourself. It’s just what happens. It’s just as much my responsibility as yours.” He smiled softly, trying to calm her down. “Look, I’ll go tell Curt we have to go back home, he’ll understand. Then we can talk about this…work things out, okay?”

*facepalms* Okay, this is actually not as good as I wanted it to be but I figured I'd post it so you can see it. I can always fix it up later but I hate that you had to wait so...yeah...here you go. I apologize for it's crappiness. *hides* 

“Riker! Where are you going now?! You can’t go wandering off in the middle of the night!”

“Watch me!” Riker smirked, stumbling down the sidewalk as Chelsea followed after him.

“Riker! You’re drunk…” Chels acknowledged, rolling her eyes at the behaviour of the blonde.

“Soooo? Your point iiisss?” Riker asked, annoyed, swatting her away with his hand and continuing to skip atop the cracks in the sidewalk.

“It’s not right for you to go walk around by yourself in this state. Just—“

“NO! M’not going anywhere wiff youu!” Riker pouted, stopping in his tracks and crossing his arms, facing her directly.

“Why not?” She questioned, hoping to con him into answering.

“Because I said so.” Riker grinned. “I need…need…Where’s yours?”

“What?”

“Your drink, duh! I have t’drink more to put up with you, missy!”  Riker glared, his blurred vision diverting between Chelsea and his nearly empty beer.

“Oh, is that so? You’re saying you can only talk to me when you’re drunk!?” Chelsea argued in retaliation.

“EXACTLY!! Aren’t youuu a smartypants!” Riker sighed, taking the last swig of alcohol before throwing his empty bottle in a nearby bush.

“RIKER!” Chelsea shouted in frustration at his lack of attention span.

“Can’t you just fuck off!” He snapped back at her, taking a few fumbled steps towards her. “Take. The. Hint. Or are you just reeeaaaallllyy stupid and can’t realize when someone doesn’t wanna talk to you?”

Chelsea swallowed back tears that would soon break through her defences, emphasized by the amount of alcohol in her system messing with her emotional balance. “Fuck you!”

“Don’t you remember…You alreaadddyy diiiddd!” Riker laughed, surveying her weak and crushed exterior as he glanced down at her. A small smirk played across his lips and he stopped laughing, entranced by her glistening eyes, and simply tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

Chelsea flinched back in response. “Just go, Riker…Don’t let me stop you…” She exhaled, stepping away from the blonde, ready to make her way back to the party and drown her sorrows in more alcohol.

“Who said you could leaaveee mee?” Riker whined like a four year old and grabbed Chelsea’s arm, preventing her from walking any further. “Shhh, don’t be angry at me! Look at this face. How can you hate it?” He smirked, gripping both her arms firmly so she was staring right at him.

“I don’t understand you. One minute you want to be with me and another you tell me to fuck off…” Chelsea explained quietly, resisting the urge to breakdown in front of him. “What do you want?”

“What do I want? Hmmm….lemme think about that….” He smiled, loosening his grip on her right arm to move his hand against her neck before answering. “You.” Riker winked at her, softly guiding her waist in closer to his, taking her lips in his, fiercely at first before steadying himself and keeping a better rhythm. Chelsea, slightly caught off-guard, was hesitant to kiss him back, not knowing where Riker’s head was at but fought against reason, slipping her hand ‘round his neck in return and took control of the kiss. The pair were in a battle of domination, kissing on the sidewalk before they were interrupted by a phone call from Titus.

“Where you at, brothaaa?!”

“M’busy.” Riker replied, smirking at Chelsea.

“Get your ass back here, yeah? We’re—Don’t touch my drink!!—Strip poker. Five minutes, hurry up!”

“Alriiighht! We’re comin’” Riker smiled widely and started dragging Chelsea back towards Luke’s house.

“Strip poker?” Chelsea asked for clarification, in case her eavesdropping skills failed.

“Bad things happen when I play that game.” Riker grinned at her.