(((Yes, this is a writer's block fic. No, I may not continue, it depends on reviews. Yes, I accept reviews, even anonymous. No, I do not like flames, period.)))

There are three simple ways to make your parents hate you. One would be to get a tattoo on your forearm saying 'I Love Crystal Meth'. Two, run off to some remote location and get paid to be a cosmetologist. And three would be to wait and hope that you're lucky and that what is happening is either not happening to you or happening in a really bad dream.

That's what she was doing. The results hadn't come out yet, she was still standing around, waiting for the thing to declare her life over or to consider her a lucky girl who made a single mistake and wouldn't be making the same one again. She was sitting around, eager to go back to gym and play badminton with her best friend. But she wouldn't, not until the damn thing would hurry up and give results. She nicknamed it the death stick and counted how many times she whacked her best friend in the face with the birdie during gym. She was up to twenty-seven when she finally worked up the nerve to look down. She did not like the results.

She was...

The door to the bathroom in the girls' locker room open and shut. She saw the familiar Converse walk toward her. She tried to hide herself, but it didn't work, she still found her in an instant.

"Megan?" Janie called.

I, Megan Louise Parker-Nichols, am so stupid.

"Um...one second, Janie..."

She stuck the death stick in the disposal for sanitary napkins, even though that wasn't where it went. Slowly, she opened the stall to allow Janie in. "Megan, why'd you run out of gym like that? Coach Barnaby thinks it's...women things."

"It kind of is, Janie," Megan admitted. "Remember when we had that welcome home party for James at my place?"

"Yes," Janie said in an instant.

"Well, after everyone left...James didn't go home."

"Oh, Megan," Janie said, turning pale.

"And now I'm...I..."

"Oh my gosh, Megan. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, Janie. It says I am."

"I...I don't know what to say..."

"Just...don't, okay? I'm going to have to deal. I'm going to have to tell Mom, Walter, my real dad, Drake, Josh, James. I just can't believe I didn't say no! Why am I so stupid?!"

"Megan, you're not stupid. Everyone makes mistakes. What are you going to do with...it?" she said, gesturing to Megan's middle.

"The baby can hear you call him or her it! And I'm definitely having the baby. I just can't abort, not when I don't believe in abortion."

"Well, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here. And James will be supportive, right? I mean, he's your boyfriend. That's what they do, right?"

"Yeah. I mean, they should..." At that point Megan started to sob uncontrollably.

"It's going to be tough, Megan, but I'm here for you no matter what. Okay? You know that."

"Okay. Come on, we gotta get back to gym or else Coach Barnaby will suspend us."

And they left, Megan hiding the test further into the disposal. She didn't want anyone to see it, not now....

(((If you want a continuation, you'll review, but I need to know what you thought of the first chapter. And yes, James is my own character. He is, so far, the only character I own. But I will own others along the way; tell me what you think, and thanks for reading my first fic!)))