This is a sequel to When The World Comes Down. You don't necessarily need to read it first, you just need to know that Mitchie was raped and Nate helped her afterwards, bringing them together. This is set a month later and they are all about 19. :) My inspiration for this was sandy2x400, but it's really all of you that helped me write this. You all are my inspiration. I know I don't have that many readers, but I write because I love to. This took me 9 days to write and constantly edit, so I hope it's good. It was going to be a oneshot, but it was taking too long and I was really anxious lol. I hope you like it, it's my best yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or Google. I could only wish.


I honestly thought I was going to be okay. He told me we left it behind us, that the past is just the past. I never thought it'd catch up to me now. I saw the signs, but I hoped it was just my imagination. When something terrible happens, people block it off, block out that part of their life. They make it seem as if that day, week, month never even happened. That's what I did. I forgot all about the party- at least I made it seem that way. I can never forget, but I can keep going on normally. Except I can't even do that anymore.

It all started a week ago. I felt nauseous in the mornings and afternoons, and craved the weirdest food, such as pickles and ice cream. At first, I thought I was going crazy, until reality hit me. I avoided doing what needed to be done throughout the week, staying late at my classes and showing up early for work, but I couldn't deny it forever.

And so that leads us to now. Nate's still at his music theory class which runs late, from 5 to 9. It's every Monday, Thursday and Friday, so I had to plan this accordingly. I dig through my purse for my keys, wishing I didn't carry as much crap with me as I do. I cringe when my fingers brush across the smooth, cool box through its bag. I grab my keys and shove them in the keyhole, roughly turning them to open the door. I drop my purse and school bag on the ground, only taking with me the plastic bag holding it. I start my slow trek to the bathroom, the place where I'll meet my doom.

I make this sound so dramatic, but it really is. I don't want to know, but I need to know. I open the door and turn on the light, illuminating the small room. I softly close the door and place the bag next to the counter. I take a deep breath before taking it out of the bag. I open the box and pull it out.

There it is.

A pregnancy test.

I never thought I'd be using one at the age of 19. I read the instructions three times, then another time to stall. I consider reading them again, just to be absolutely sure of how to do it, but I realize that stalling isn't going to help me, only make me more nervous and stressed. One way or another, I'm going to know the answer tonight. I sigh and head over to the toilet, completing the instructions I now know like the back of my hand. When I finish, I carefully place it on the counter and set my phone timer for three minutes. I stand against the wall opposite of it, watching closely as if it would run away if I stop looking. I kind of wish it would.

Two minutes.

I check my phone clock every few seconds, both wishing time would go faster and hoping it would stop altogether. I contemplate calling him, going all the way to opening up his number, but I chicken out.

One minute.

I bite my lip, a habit I never was able to get rid of. I look away, too nervous to watch it now. I'm scared. Pure unadulterated fear. What if I am pregnant? What if I become a mom? What if... what if Nate leaves me?

I squeak when the timer goes off. This is it. It's now or never.

I walk up to the counter and take a deep breath before picking up the test. What I see makes it fall from my hands, abandoned and forgotten, while my face quickly pales.

Positive.


Nate comes home a few hours later, hours that I have spent on the bathroom floor.

"Mitchie!" he yells as he excitedly walks in the door. "Oh my God, you will not believe what happened to me today!" I hear him walking from room to room, undoubtedly looking for me. I stay silent, huddled in the corner of the small room.

"Mitchie?" he asks uncertainly to the empty room he's in. I hear his steps getting closer so I bury my face into my knees. He walks past the bathroom once, but the second time, he opens the door.

"Whoa, Mitch, what's wrong?" he asks. I hide my face from him, ashamed, and shake my head. I don't want to talk about it. I can't talk about it.

Because talking about it will make it real.

"Mitchie," Nate says in his no-nonsense voice, speaking to me as if I was a child. I shiver.

I'm going to have a child.

I squeeze my eyes shut and point at the pregnancy test lying in front of the counter a few feet away from us. I hear his gasp, making me want to cry. I hear him shuffle towards it, picking it up. I look through my lashes to see him pick up the instructions, making absolutely sure that the plus means 'Yay! You're pregnant!' and not 'Yay! You're not screwed!' Nate looks up at me.

"Are you serious?" His voice shows no emotion, so I don't know if he's mad that I'm pregnant or thinking about leaving me or even scared.

I nod, unable to talk. If I speak, this won't be a dream anymore.

No, wait, not a dream. Try nightmare.

And then... Nate smiles. I'm serious. He starts grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I don't see anything remotely happy in this situation.

"Do you know what this means?" he asks softly, the creepy smile still painted on his face.

I shake my head, looking at him as if he's crazy.

"We could be a little family," he says as if it's obvious, a little chuckle coming out at the end.

I stare at him blankly.

"Mitchie, we could start a life together, you know? Just you and me and the baby forever. We'll raise the kid as if he's mine and everything will be perfect. Amazing..." Nate trails off, his eyes tearing.

My eyes tear as well. Though I'm not as excited as he is, Nate doesn't hate me or blame me for getting pregnant. And most importantly, he didn't leave me.

Nate reaches out to me for a hug and I let him. I close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Perfect little family," he murmurs into my hair, giving it a kiss before holding me tighter.


A few days later, I decide to go shopping. I hadn't left the house much after we found out the 'news', giving Nate the time to propose to me, completing his 'perfect little family' illusion. He said we needed to get married before the baby is born, so it'll be a short engagement.

As I browse the clothing in my favorite department store, something catches my eye. I look up to see I'm on the edge of being in the baby section. I look around to make sure no one is watching, as if this is a sin, and casually walk into the sea of bibs and highchairs. I examine a blue onesie with a picture of a duck on the front and nearly drop it when I hear a squeal.

"Mitchie?" someone nearly screams. I turn around to see Tess, who I haven't talked to in a month. "Oh my God, Mitchie, we haven't talked in forever!" Tess walks to me and does the air kiss thing on each of my cheeks while I stand there. "How are you?" she finally allows me to speak.

I open my mouth to tell her what's happened, but I can't bring myself to. Not to Tess. "I've been... better."

"Oh, well you will not believe what happened to me! I got pregnant! Can you believe that? Me, a mother!" Tess laughs as if it's nothing. My eyes immediately zip down to her stomach, wondering how it could ever support a child. Tess waves me off. "Oh no, I got rid of it. Best thing I've ever done. Why would I want to ruin this perfect body for a whiney little baby? Uh uh," Tess shakes her head, continuing to ramble.

I freeze. Tess... got an abortion. I mean, it's not totally unexpected from her but she acts as if it was just another doctor's appointment, as if she wasn't killing someone...

"Anyways, my sister got pregnant when she was 18. Probably the stupidest thing she's ever done, second to keeping it. She's really sad, gets no sleep at night, can't keep a boyfriend, and can't go out to clubs! It's atrocious!" Tess nearly yells out to me.

I switch my gaze to the floor. Do I want that? What if Nate leaves me? Would I end up like Tess' sister?

"So, what have you been up to?" Tess finally calms down.

"Just been with Nate," I say on autopilot. It's almost like my brain is being clogged up, I can't think.

"Ohh, any little ones on the way?" Tess jokes, giving me a light punch on the arm. I give her a weak smile and shake my head. I don't know why, it just happened. I can't believe she's joking about this after our previous conversation.

"Umm... I have to go," I tell her, placing the onesie back on the rack. I then realize that talking to her in the baby section isn't really helping me at all.

"Oh, well we really need to catch up! There's this cool coffee shop downtown, it's not really my scene but there's this hot guy who serves coffee, well worth going there," she winks, handing me their card.

I nod and put it in my purse, my brain still fogged up. She leaves and I'm left alone in the baby section of a store in the mall, practically incapacitated by way of mind.

Somehow, I finally make it home. I open the door and sigh as I put my purse and jacket down. I hear shuffling and Nate comes in the room.

"Hello beautiful," he greets me with a kiss. I weakly smile back. "So I made us dinner, spaghetti and meatballs, mmm," he grins, trying to sell it to me.

I give a soft laugh. "Yeah, sounds great. I'm going to freshen up, ok?" He nods so I head to the bathroom.

"How was your day?" he asks me from the kitchen.

"It was... okay. I ran into Tess," I mention.

"Oh God. Did your brain rot?"

I laugh, forgetting about my problems for a second. "Almost. I left quickly."

"Why? Is something wrong?" he asks, coming to the doorway of the bathroom, wiping his hands on a dishtowel.

I smile. "No, nothing's wrong. Everything is perfect."

I couldn't have told a bigger lie.


I wake up the next morning feeling uneasy. I look to my right and see Nate still in dream world. We sleep together, but we don't sleep together. Nate's still a virgin, and for all everyone else knows, so am I. He wants to wait until our wedding night in a few months.

I don't know what I want anymore.

I sit up and stretch my arms over my head, hearing the satisfying cracks of my joints. I smile, until I remember I'm stretching my still flat stomach. I hold my hands over my stomach, seeing if I could feel anything, any sign of life.

Nothing.

I sigh and look around the room. In 8 months or so, there will be a baby in this apartment, probably sleeping in this room. I see there's no space for a crib, every spot filled with either my stuff or Nate's things. What will we do?

I'm sure Nate already has it figured out.

My eyes eventually land on the computer Nate and I share. It's rather old and outdated, from the late 90s. Nothing like the new laptops they have today, but what do you expect? We're two college students, it's a miracle we even live alone in this apartment together.

I slowly get out of the bed, trying not to wake Nate. Once I'm all the way up, I turn back and observe him. He looks so innocent, untroubled. I smile at the way he looks so delicate and fragile. It's amazing, he's usually going a mile a minute, but seeing him so peaceful now is kind of unsettling. He looks vulnerable.

He looks like a child.

I frown, not wanting my thoughts to go in that direction. I tiptoe to the desk and sit down, starting up the computer. I let my thoughts wonder to random things as I log on. I check my email, going through every message, even the junk mail ones. I sigh as I realize what I'm doing again. I finally work up enough nerve to go to Google. I hesitantly type in the simple eight letter word that can change my life forever.

Abortion.

I see a lot of religious and controversial sites, along with medical terms and procedures. I frown as I open up one. The terms pregnancy, fetus, and termination slightly haunt me.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply. Do I want to terminate a fetus?

...No.

But my fear of having a child, at least right now, is much stronger than that.

I scroll down and read the precautions and risks. Tears collect in my eyes as I read, for I know there's a huge chance I will actually do this.

And I know it'll break Nate's heart.

Why should he care? It's not his child; it's a rape baby. Most 19 year old boys don't want children, let alone a child that isn't theirs.

But Nate's not like most boys.

I groan as I run my hands through my hair. Dropping my arms to the desk, I put my head on my arms. I am so not ready to deal with this. Either way, it's a lose-lose situation.

If I get an abortion, I don't have to have a kid, but I'd be killing it and probably lose all of Nate's trust.

If I keep the baby, I will always have Nate to love and care for us, but I'm way too young to have a child.

Adoption... no. I don't want a stranger raising my child. And besides, why go through 9 months of pregnancy and hours of labor just to give him or her away? I might as well keep him at that point.

But above all, I don't want a baby. Not at all. Not saying I wouldn't love him if I do give birth, but I just really don't want a kid. Definitely not at the age of 19.

"Fuck my life," I mutter what I think is softly until Nate starts stirring. I quickly turn off the monitor and turn to him, giving him a nervous smile.

"Mitchie?" Nate says groggily. I inwardly sigh. He doesn't even know what I was thinking of doing.

"Hey, you should go back to sleep," I say softly, getting up and walking to the side of the bed.

Nate shakes his head and looks at the clock. "It's already 7, I might as well get ready for the day. I'm meeting the guys for that new band we're making, remember? You don't mind if I take a shower first, do you?"

"No, do what you need to do." I give him a small smile as he gets up.

"God..." he mutters. "It's such a mess in here. We really need to clean up before the baby comes."

I pale, but he doesn't notice.

"So... you really want this baby?" I timidly ask him.

He smiles at me. "Well, considering the circumstances, we don't have a choice. I'm just glad we can be together." He gives me a kiss on the temple and heads off to the bathroom with a change of clothes.

I stay frozen for a few seconds before reaching for the phone.

"Hello, abortion clinic, how may I help you?"

"Hi... umm... I'd like to schedule an abortion as soon as possible."


I've already started the next chapter :) Trust me, it gets a lot more dramatic and everything will make sense.

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