Hello again guys! A brand new story for you! Excited? No? Damnit. Oh well...

So usually my stories are about My Chemical Romance, but this one is about All Time Low, because well, I love them too. As per usual I do not own anything, except the plot, and reviews would be very, very much appreciated.

Chapter 1

There it was; the little pink plus. I had no idea how to feel about this. I was just praying that Dan would be happy… I mean, we'd been dating for over three years now. Surely something had to happen to develop our relationship?

Dan was the kind of guy that worked in the gym. He was buff and shiny and completely not my type, but for some reason we just clicked. He was a ladies man who constantly flirted without even realising it, and blonde bimbos completely adored him.

I couldn't be any more different from him. I was into music, working as a sound engineer for a small recording studio in Baltimore. I had dyed my hair a dark purple and I always wore black eyeliner that flicked at the end of my eye. I was into bands like My Chemical Romance and All Time Low. In fact, I had a close tie with someone in All Time Low, but we'll save that information for later…

Both of us were in our early twenties. Dan was 24, and I was 22.

"Yo Beth, I'm home!" I heard him shout as he slammed the front door. Oh God.

"Um, hey! I'm in the bathroom!" My voice was shaking. His footsteps sounded like bombs hitting the wooden staircase, as if they were about to bring my entire world crashing down on top of me.

"What are you doing up here, baby?" he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I smiled half-heartedly, and he looked at me suspiciously. "Something's wrong…"

"Um…" I should just come right out and say it, right? "I'm pregnant."

There was a moment of silence. It felt like we were stood there for hours before anyone spoke.

"You're what?" he spoke through a clenched jaw. I knew he would hate the idea.

"Pregnant…I'm going to have a baby…"

"No, you're not." His stubborn tone was thick with denial. "You're not going to have a baby, because you're going to get rid of it." You're fucking kidding, right?

"Dan, I can't get rid of our baby…No, abortion is just something I can't do." He looked at me with evil in his eyes and anger boiling in his blood.

"Then you need to get out now. Pack your shit, and get out of my fucking house. I want nothing to do with this thing," he gestured towards my stomach, his words coated in deadly venom. "You've got an hour, and then I want you out." He stormed off, stomping back down the stairs and into the living room, where he proceeded to slam the door, making the walls shake slightly from the sheer force of it.

Tears pricked at me eyes. What the fuck had just happened? The man I loved had completely turned on me, because I was carrying his child? I had nowhere to go…

The longer I stood around trying to piece things in my head together, the less time I had to pack, and the more impatient he was going to get. So I pulled out a suitcase from under our bed, flipped open the lid and started throwing my clothes in it. I didn't bother to fold them. There was no point. I didn't own very many clothes so they all fit easily with enough room for my cosmetics and shoes.

I was out of there within 45 minutes.

"Woo, Ravens!" I shouted at my TV. I always got really into a good football game; especially when my team were winning. I took a sip from my beer and relaxed back into the couch, propping my feet up on the coffee table.

"Dude, I haven't seen a season this good since…Well, a really long time…" Jack laughed, sipping from his own beer. "We HAVE to buy tickets to see them at their next game."

"Totally, dude it'd be fuckin' sweet to see them win somewhere other than the flat screen, y'know?" He nodded in agreement, eyes fixed to the screen.

I heard the doorbell chime, and rolled my eyes. People should know me better than to interrupt me during a Ravens game.

"I should go and get that," I put my beer down on the table and made my way out to the hall. The doorbell rang out again impatiently. "Alright, I'm coming! Calm yo' tits!" I opened the door to see Beth stood on my doorstep, with a suitcase propped up behind her and tears leaving black streaks down her face. Her shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. I knew instantly it was something he had done.

"What has the fucking dickhead done this time?" my tone was threatening, but not towards her. No, never towards Beth. Suddenly her sobs weren't silent anymore and she was unable to control her breakdown. I put my arm around her shoulder and picked up her suitcase with my free hand, ushering her into the living room.

"Jack, turn the game off." He was staring, looking mortified that there was suddenly a hysterical female sitting on the couch beside him. He did as he was told and turned the game off. He got up and left us, walking into the kitchen. I heard a tap running, and a few moments later he came back with a glass of water for her. Bless him; he didn't even know her name and he already wanted to make her feel better. He was such a good guy…

After about twenty minute of her crying into my shoulder and taking small sips from the glass of water Jack had fetched, she started to calm down.

"Alex, I don't know what to do…" she said, her words strangled by the tears still falling.

"Just take it easy, take your time. You don't have to tell me right away." I pulled her towards me, hugging her tight against my chest.

"He left me." I pushed her away so I could look at her face.

"Why?"

"Because I'm pregnant, and I won't get rid of it." Shit… I hugged her again, thinking of the many ways I could kill Dan with my bare fucking hands. And maybe a chainsaw. "He threw me out and said he never wanted to see me again. I have nowhere to go…"

"You can stay here until you find somewhere else to go. I'll sleep on the couch." My house only had one bedroom, but I was willing to give it up for a while if it meant she was safe with a roof over her head.

"I couldn't do that, it's your house! I'll take the couch." I shook my head violently.

"No way. You're staying in a proper bed. No arguments, Bethanie." She didn't reply. She knew she wouldn't win.

"Thank you," she muttered.

Oh, if you're wondering, Beth is my best friend of SOOOOO many years. When I moved from England to the US in 1995, she followed too, as her Mom worked alongside my dad, and they both got exactly the same promotion. I was delighted. We both were. We've been best friends ever since we were four and we'd stayed close consistently.

I'm Alex by the way, if that wasn't clear. Full name; Alexander William Gaskarth. Jack Barakat was my other best friend. Strangely though, Beth and Jack had never met. Beth and I had gone to separate high schools, and high school is where I met Jack, so their paths never crossed. Weird…

I've always been protective of her. She'd been through so much shit that I felt it was my duty. We both looked out for each other and today was no exception.

I would do whatever I could to protect my best friend.