A/N: Wow it's been a long time since I've looked at this story. Here is an update from way back when. Enjoy!
On Friday Austin takes Julie to a movie. As they're coming out of the movies her phone rings.
"It might be my mom."
"So? You could always have something bad to tell her."
"Yeah let's not go there. Let's just try and forget about that."
"Like that's going to happen."
"Well we can try."
"I'm sure your mom isn't calling we just got out of the movie two seconds ago. How would she know that unless she's stalking us," he jokes as he pretends to be paranoid, and looks around.
"Shut up. I'm going to answer it."
"Fine have it your way,"
"I will," she smiles as she pulls the phone out of her pocket and flips it open, "Hello?"
"Is this Julie Meyer?" the voice on the other end.
"Yes who is this?"
"This is Melinda Bryant from Doctor Shultz' office."
"Ok?" she is clearly confused.
"I wouldn't be calling except I've been informed that your test results have been mixed up."
"You're kidding me right?"
"It was our mistake. I'm very sorry for your inconvenience, but I had to call to tell you that your tests results are positive, contrary to what I told you before."
"Are you sure this time?"
"Yes, we double checked."
"Ok thank you, bye," she says coldly ans she slams the phone shut.
By this point they're to the parking lot, and Austin can tell that she's upset.
"Ready to go eat?"
She leans against his bike for a minute. "No I don't want to go anywhere else."
"Why what's wrong?" he asks her as a single tear falls down her cheek.
She exhales loudly, clears her throat, and then attempts to tell him, "I got a call from the doctor."
"I thought that he already called."
"So why did he call you again?"
"Because the test results got mixed up."
"So what does that mean?"
"It means that we're screwed."
"Yeah. Can we just go home?"
He takes her home. When they pull in the driveway he kisses her, and then says goodbye.
"We'll talk later," he reassures her.
"Ok," she huffs. She would have gone home, but she didn't feel like it. She decides to take a walk down the street.
Somehow she ends up at Gabby's house. As she walks up the stairs it starts to rain. She rings the bell and waits for a few seconds.
"Are you ok?" Gabby asks her after noticing her tear stained face.
"Not really," she shakes her head.
"Why don't you come in?"
She follows Gabby into the living room. They both plop down on the couch.
"What's bothering you?"
"Just life? What in your life is bothering you? Did something happen?"
"You don't look good," Gabby says after observing that Julie looks like she's going to throw up.
"Yeah well I feel worse."
"What's going on?"
"Everything that could possibly go wrong has."
"I don't know. The worst part is I don't know what to do, oh and then the fact that I have to tell my mother."
"You have to tell her what?"
"Nothing, never mind it isn't that important."
"Tell me what's going on. I'm not going to tell anyone."
"It's not that, I just really feel uncomfortable about talking about it."
"Ok. Does it have to do with boys? Or a boy?"
"Does it have to do with Austin?"
"Did something happen between you? Did you guys have a fight, or break up?"
"We didn't have a fight, or anything like that."
"When you were my age what was the worst thing that happened to you?"
"Anything that happened to me when I was your age."
Gabby thinks for a minute and remembers when she was the most fearful at that age.
"When I was seventeen, I thought that I might be pregnant... You don't think that you're pregnant are you?"
Julie doesn't answer she just momentarily closes her eyes, and then takes a very deep breath.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes, and no."
"How is it yes and no."
"I don't think I'm pregnant."
"Good," Gabby cuts her off.
"I know I am," she finishes.
"Are you sure?"
"My mom is going to kill me. I don't even know how to formulate the words to tell her. And I have no clue what to do, or even what I want to do."
"You have to tell your mom."
"Why? She'll just... I don't even know."
"Don't wait until you feel backed into a corner to tell her. Because if you do chances are you'll probably make a decision that you regret. Just tell her, and get it over with. Then you'll be a lot happier with whatever choice you decide to make."
"Why do I feel like you have experience with this?"
"Because I do. If I had told someone I would have been so much better off."
"What do you mean?"
"I'd be happier with the decision I made. At you're age I was so confused. I didn't know what to do, so I did what I thought would be best for my career."
"And in the long run I ended up screwing myself over. I just wanted to be successful at modeling. You can't really do that if you have a baby. And I thought modeling was the most important thing."
"So what did you decide to do?"
"The wrong thing. If I had it to over again I would. I wouldn't have gone through with it. I advocate a woman's right to do whatever she wants. I just don't agree with that. I used to not think it was a big deal, but I do now. Knowing what I know now I just couldn't suggest that someone else do the same."
"Because I really regret it. I would have been somebody's parent, but I wouldn't have been a model, and now I almost think I would rather have had it that way."
"Yes honestly. I was young, and I didn't want a baby, so I decided not to have one. Now I'd give anything to have one. I kind of feel like I set myself off. I didn't want a baby, and when I did, I couldn't have one."
"Do you really think that it would have been better?"
"There's no doubt it would have been a lot harder, but yeah. If you make the same decision you won't be able to live with yourself."
"No matter what I do I just feel like it'll be wrong. I mean if I have an abortion I'll regret it, if I give the baby up for adoption it'll always wonder why I didn't want it, and if I keep it I always wonder is someone else couldn't have given them a better life."
"That's part of being an adult, anything that you do seems wrong. But you'll know when it's not. Maybe not when it happens, but down the road you'll know."
"I'm so scared. So scared that I'll be alone, and that I'll screw up, and everything will go wrong. I don't know what Austin's going to do. I hope that if I decide to keep the baby he'll be there, but I don't know. And my mom is going to kill me. My dad will kill Austin. I just feel like if I need them they aren't going to want to be there."
"That's why you just have to have faith."
"How can I have faith? I'm sixteen and I'm having a baby. There goes everything I've worked for, out the window."
"Sometimes the things we work for really aren't worth it."
"I want to go to college, or at least finish high school."
"Julie go home. Talk to you your mom."
"She's not going to hear what I want to say."
"No she won't, but she's your mom so she will. Trust me."
"Are you going to tell your mom?"
"Maybe in the morning."
"I hope so."