I sat on the edge of the tub waiting for it to finally be time. I could feel the cool, smooth surface through my terry cloth robe.

Each second felt like days.

I stared at the clock through my half-open door. It was taunting me with every tick. I saw the long hand going backwards. Or maybe it was just me going crazy:

Crazy from fear.

Crazy from anticipation.

Crazy from being me.

Finally it was 6:35.

My hands quivered as I reached for the object that was placed on the edge of my sink.

I always hated that color:

The color of the too sweet cotton candy that we ate that night at the carnival.

The color of the Victoria Secrets bag that held the bra that I bought for him that night….

The color of the flower petals that were splayed out freely on the bed that night….

That color, the one I despised.

I looked around my bathroom hoping trying to find something, someone to show me why this was happening to me but all I saw was that same color that was occupying my thoughts.

The color that made my stomach churn.

The color that made me want to stick my head into a bucket of ice water.

The color that showed me I was pregnant.

"Melissa, are you alright?" I heard my mother's voice in a concerned tone.

I felt a cold surface beneath my body and realized I was lying on my bathroom floor. I started at the square tiles in awe wondering how I got there.

"Y-yeah, I just ah…forgot that today I'm supposed to stay after school to help with art show."

"I think you fainted!"

"No, mom I'm okay, really." I said trying to get her to leave.

"You fainted, you're not okay!"

Beep, I heard her pager go off and I knew she heard it too.

She looked at me in a with a speculating look in her eyes.

"If I don't feel well I'll go to the nurse." Recently I had fainted a few times and after a doctors visit that my mother forced me to go to he said it was just stress related. I gave her a pleading look and hoped she would just leave me alone.

"Okay, I'm going to be late for work. Your father already left so he can't drop you to school. Why don't I call Jackson and ask him to give you a ride?"

"NO!" I practically yelled.

"I-I mean, I'm fine. The fresh air will be good."

"Alright." She said giving in. But if you don't feel well promise me you'll go to the nurse?"

"Yes."

"I won't be home till late so I'll see you later."

"Okay mom, bye."

"Bye," she said while giving my shoulder a squeeze after she helped me up.

As soon as I heard her leave my bedroom I pulled my robe off and started dressing myself. I threw on the first pair of pants and sweatshirt I found on my disastrous bedroom floor and then heard my phone my go off.

It was from Jackson….great.

Hey babe, meet me at school....I've got to tell you something!!

I decided not to question him because him not picking me up today would be good to clear my head so I responded: Okay, see you then.

I walked down stair and was met with a bowl of soggy cereal my mom left for me. After dumping it into the sink I grabbed my bag and left for the longest walk to school I had ever had.

You have to tell him. You HAVE too. He deserves to know, he has to be the first one to know.

With each step I took forward the more I wanted to move backwards and run into the comfort of my bed.

Finally my walk ended. I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around me and for a second I felt secure, safe, and like everything was going to be alright.

"You'll never guess what happened, Mel." I was about to ask him when he continued.

"I got in! They picked me!" I'd never seen him so excited before.

He got in. He had wanted this for so long. LA was doing a search for the most talented up-and-coming musicians. They were putting together a program where only a select few were chosen. He got in. I couldn't be happier but now, now wasn't the best time. Not for this to happen to him but for this to happen to me. I couldn't be the one to ruin this for him, he worked so hard. Late night practices, being turned down from gigs, putting together a band….I could go on and on. But now I just had to tell him.

"T-that's great. It really is Jackson, I'm so proud of you."

"You don't seem so happy." I watched his joyful expression fade into a frown.

"No-no, I am."

I leaned in for a kiss and as soon as his lips met mine I melted into his arms. Now isn't the time I told myself but all I wanted to do was kiss him and forget. I pulled back and I felt his hands on my waist.

"What's wrong Mel?" He breathed. His hot breath against my lips was so tempting. "Aren't you happy? Everything is finally coming together."

Little did he know, it was all falling apart.

A/N: I thought of this and I couldn't get it out of my head so please tell me if you think I should continue!! I love reviews so please drop one along with any questions! Thank you so much for reading! I'd like to thank Dally2 for all of her help!