Disclaimer: No, I do not own Summerland or anything related to the show.

Spoilers: This takes place four years after the end of Summerland.

Author's Note: I don't know how often I'll be updating this fic. I think it all depends on how many reviews I get and how into the story I am.

Pink

Chapter One

Two pink strips. That was all it took to change my life.

You always think of these things happening to other people. But not to you. Never to you. It's one of those things that is like a myth. But it's not. It's all too true.

As I stared at those twin strips I saw my life, or the life I could have had, flash before my eyes. In an instant, my life as I knew it ended. I felt as if I were going to die. This couldn't be happening, not to me. I was only seventeen. But there they were, those dreaded matching lines of pink. And they could only mean one thing.

I was pregnant.

A million thoughts seemed to fly through my brain at the same time. What was I going to tell my family? What would my boyfriend think? What would my friends say? Would I become the source of gossip in my school? But the most prevalent thought was: How had this happened?

We had used protection, I made sure of that. And yet, apparently, that hadn't been enough.

Oh god, I thought, what am I going to do?

I looked back down at the stick, hoping against hope that I had simply imagined it all. Nope. Those strips were still pink.

Tears flooded my eyes and poured down my cheeks in hot streaks. A sadness so overwhelming washed over me, leaving me nearly breathless beneath its weight. My legs lost all strength and I slowly sank down to the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom. I sat there for what seemed like hours, crying until I had no tears left within me. And, even when the tears ran out, I still sobbed. Didn't I have a right to? I was pregnant. I had every right to cry and cry and cry until I was done relishing in my sadness and confusion and…guilt.

The white stick stared up at me, the pink lines like two condemning eyes. God, I had really messed up. What the hell was I going to do? I couldn't have a baby. Not at seventeen.

I really needed to talk to someone. I needed to have someone tell me that everything would be alright, and that I would be okay.

But I couldn't go to my aunt, and I definitely couldn't tell my boyfriend…not yet at least. So who could I go to? Only one person came to mind.

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"Are you sure?" Amber looked at me, her eyes wide. I had just finished telling her about the pregnancy test and its results. She had very nearly spit out her Diet Coke when I told her.

"Yeah," I replied with a sad nod of my head. "I'm sure."

"But sometimes those things can be wrong, right?" Amber pulled her legs up underneath her as she settled back against the headboard of her bed.

We hadn't always been friends, Amber and I. When we first met, she was the ex-girlfriend of my boyfriend, Cameron. But, after a month or so of hating each other's guts, we learned that we really weren't that different from one another. And thus our friendship began.

"Yeah, but I'm two weeks late." I whispered, casting a glance around Amber's bedroom as if her little brother were hiding somewhere in the shadows listening to us.

"That's serious." Amber shook her head.

"I know," I replied. "My period is never late."

"Have you told Cam yet?"

I shook my head.

"No. You're the only one who knows."

"Nikki, you've got to tell him. He'll want to know." Good old Amber, always so sensible. If only it were that easy.

If only I could just go up to Cam, my boyfriend of four years, and tell him that even though we've only slept together twice I was already pregnant. Yeah, like that was going to go over well. He'd flip out. But at least he wouldn't break up with me. Or at least, I hoped that he wouldn't. I knew that Cam wasn't like most guys. He wasn't going to get a girl pregnant and than bail on her. But you never could know that about guys until they were actually faced with the possibility of being a father. So I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to jeopardize our perfect relationship. Or maybe I just didn't want this pregnancy to be real. Because that's what telling Cam would make it; real and unavoidable.

"I'm not even sure if I'm going to keep it." I replied.

"What?" Amber's eyes widened even further, the shock more than slightly evident. "Nik, are you thinking about having an abortion?"

I nodded slowly, a few tears escaping down my cheeks. That option hadn't even entered my mind until I said it out loud. But maybe that was for the best. Maybe it was better not to think about it at all, and just to do it. To get it over with.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with a baby." I cried. Roughly, I wiped the back of my hand over my face, rubbing away the tears. "I want to go to college next year. A baby will ruin that."

I knew, even as I said those words, that I was only making excuses for an abortion. I knew that I couldn't ever go through with it. But still, it was nice to think I had another option.

"Look," Amber laid a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort and placate me, "just talk this over with Cam. He should get a say in this decision. After all, it's his child too."

"I can't tell him." I shook my head. "How's he going to react?"

"I don't know." Amber replied. "But I do know that he'll want to know about this. If you keep this baby a secret from him and he finds out…Nikki, he'll never be able to trust you again. You have to make this decision together."

I knew that she was right, I was just too stubborn to admit it.

I sighed. How was I going to tell him? The scenarios played through my head over and over again like a broken record. Cam yelling, me crying. Cam crying, me crying. Cam storming off, me crying. Cam holding me as I cried. No matter how I told him, I knew that it would end in tears.

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Well, what do y'all think so far? I know this chapter was kinda short, sorry 'bout that. Hopefully, the next one will be longer. But the length of the next chapter, as well as how soon it's posted depends on two things. First of all, how in to the story I am. And second of all: reviews. So, if you want to help speed up the updating process you just gotta do one thing. REVIEW! Lol. Alright, enough rambling. I'll let y'all go so that you can press that little purple button that's calling your name. Go on, press it. You know you want to. Lol.