I looked around me, feeling lost. After being kicked out of my house, only being able to grab a suitcase full of clothes and the money I had earned. I was now considered a homeless runaway. The hot sun of Tempe, Arizona beating down on my body. I was lucky to have been able to be wearing shorts and a loose tank top. I waved my hand across my face, trying to cool myself off.

I watched as the cars passed by me, never stopping, never caring as I walked the highway. Until one van stopped. It was covered in writing in all sorts of colors, names of some sort. The doors on the side opened and a boy stepped out. He was tall and lanky, gorgeous green eyes staring down at me. I felt so small, so tiny next to him.

"Hello?" I asked, looking up at him. My eyes were squinting as the sun was right behind him. He smiled, which startled me. It was adorable. "Uhmm, hi."

"Are you lost?" He asked. I, nearly, fell out. His voice was beautiful. "I'm sorry. I'm John. John O'Callaghan."

"J-John?" I stuttered, my eyes widened. "John, it's Harmony."

His eyes widened. "Holy shit! Guys, it's Harm!"

They pulled me into the bus after squeezing the life out of me with hugs. Seated next to Kennedy, I felt my heart pound faster. I had always had a crush on him, since I was younger. But, John and I had a...a thing. I was in love with him still, those green eyes making me melt.

"So, what were you doing wandering the highway, Harms?" Pat asked, his big brown eyes smiling at me.

I blushed and looked down, ashamed. "I got kicked out."

Choruses of "What?" rang out in the van. Jared turned in the passenger seat, his blue eyes wide. I nodded, tears gathering, but I blinked them back. I refused to cry anymore. I had to be strong. If not for myself, than for the reason I was getting kicked out. My baby.

"I'm pregnant, guys. I-I didn't mean to! I was so scared." I shouted, my eyes getting wide when the van got silent. "He-he jumped me. I wasn't paying attention."

Kennedy pulled me close to him, stroking my hair to calm me down. "It's okay, Harm. You're going with us now."

I pulled away, looking around the van. Tim looked at me in the rearview mirror, not happy. I was his little sister. He hadn't even known mom and dad had kicked me out. He was busy, so I didn't blame him. Pat looked at me, sadly. I shook my head. I didn't want the pity, the sympathy. I didn't deserve it. I was a slut. I had lost my most precious gift a long time ago, to John, but he hadn't got me pregnant. And he had said he loved me.

Now, the tears were coming. I felt so dirty and this poor baby was coming into a family that didn't want him or her. But, I wasn't giving it up. It's my baby, my responsibility.

"I'm such a slut." I whispered.

The boys were loud as they yelled, "PULL OVER THE FUCKING VAN!"