There's a problem

Your bright mood is dashed a bit by the look on Alex's face. He looks up from his phone as you come in. "We've got a problem."

"What's up?"

Wordlessly he hands you his phone. He's got a webpage up listing all the birth control methods, how they work, their effectiveness, availability and all other sorts of information. He's got filters on to narrow down to the type of birth control you need, and come up with zero results. You look up to him, "Nothing?! What about the pill?"

He shakes his head. "Won't work. It takes a couple days for it to kick into effect, and we don't have that long. Besides, you need a prescription to get them. You don't exactly have an ID right now, let alone proof of insurance. In fact, pretty much all of the methods take a couple days to kick in, need a prescription, or have failure rates that I'm just not comfortable with."

No. No, no, no! Your engines are practically raring to go and you don't think anything less than a hot, throbbing cock buried inside you can quell the burning need in your stomach. You really can't risk getting pregnant though, and you don't want to have to rely on condoms.

"Wait--what about Plan B?"

Alex frowns. "Isn't that just an abortion pill? Wouldn't the woman on the phone count that as getting pregnant anyway?"

Author's Note: It's actually not. But you can't exactly expect two teenage boys to be all that familiar with how birth control methods work, can you?

"Shit!" He's right. You don't know anything about how her, but you don't want to take that risk. You're getting a little **** at this point. You've got to find something else that could work or you'll have to stay abstinent for the next two days and fuck THAT.

You start typing into the search bar, looking for something that will work. 'Instant birth control?' No, that just brings up pictures of screaming babies. You don't need any convincing on that front. 'Emergency birth control?' No, that's just Plan B again. 'Weekend birth control?' You blink. That one actually came up with something.

Apparently there's a new method coming onto the market in a couple years. It's been nicknamed the 'weekend shot' because it was quick-acting and lasted a couple days, perfect for a spontaneous romantic getaway. It's currently in the human testing phase, and wouldn't you know it, there's a nearby clinic that is accepting walk-in volunteers--you could get it right away, you would get paid $100, and you wouldn't even need an ID! It's perfect!

"I found something. C'mon, let's go!" You grab Alex by the hand and half-run out of the house, dragging Alex behind you.

"Wai--John--Jen! What did you find? Where are we going?"

"Just drive me to the city clinic. I'll explain on the way. Let's go, let's go!"

Of course, if you had paid closer attention and done a bit more research you might have reconsidered going to the clinic. The search result just below that advertisement was a news report. It stated that the developers had for some reason decided to run the trial as a double-blind study with placebos. As a result, they were running desperately short on volunteers.

After all, most women weren't willing to risk a 50/50 chance of finding out a couple months later that they had received a fake birth control shot for a mere $100.