Disclaimer: I'm sure you all know the drill. I don't own anything. Execpt the younger sister. I made her up. Oh, and the girl (Rennie) is Brenda.

"Then think of what you did

And how I hope to God he was worth it...

Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?"

--Panic! at the Disco, "Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"

Prologue

Mid-April, 1962

"Honey, are you gonna buy that or stare at it?"

The girl spun on her heel, clutching the small white cardboard box to her chest, blue eyes wide.

"Oh," she said, trying to hide the nerves from her voice. The girl glanced down at the box in her hands. "Yes. Yeah, I'm gonna buy it."

The other woman, the one who had asked the initial question, raised one thick eyebrow suspiciously, clucking her tongue as she did so. "I get girls like you in here all the time," the woman said, gesturing to the drugstore around her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" the blue eyed girl snapped irritably, her thin dark eyebrows drawing together. The pharmacist shrugged slyly, eyeing the small box in the younger girl's hands.

"I think you know full well what I mean." The pharmacist nodded to the box. The girl glanced down again at the small box.

The woman was right.

She did know full well what she meant.

Not that she'd ever admit it.

And not that she'd ever admit that this little box held her fate on the inside.

Because there was no way that it would turn out positive. It couldn't be. It was impossible. She was supposed to be a role model; she was supposed to be perfect. Sure, she wasn't under the microscope as much as some of the other girls. But she would be. She would be if this damn thing was positive.

The girl sighed dramatically, hooking a single black curl that had sprung loose from her tight bun. Although she had sprayed her hair persistently this morning, her hair was still slightly uncontrollable. Though that was the least of her worries.

"How much is this thing?" the girl demanded, ignoring the older woman's previous statement.

"$2.99."

"Isn't that a bit much?" the brunette asked half-heartedly, reaching into her small white clutch purse, dropping the box as she did. The words on the front of the box stared up at her. Mocking her.

Pregnancy Test.

The brunette's full red lips pursed into a frown as she nudged the box with her foot, sending it onto its side.

"Pick that up, will you?" she demanded, handing over the exact change for the test. The pharmacist took the money, her eyes still dancing.

"G'luck, sweetheart."

The brunette quickly stood up, clutching the pregnancy test in one fist.

"Excuse me?" The girl glanced around, before focusing back on the woman. "What kind of thing is that to say to someone?"

The woman behind the counter shrugged innocently. "I have to get back to work, hun," she drawled, apparently bored with the conversation.

The girl snorted, stuffed the small white box into her purse before hurrying out of the store. Her mother would be back at home in the next twenty minutes. If she timed this well, she'd be able to have the thing outside in the trash bags before her mother got back.

"Rennie! Where've you been?"

Damn it. The brunette winced as she carefully shut the kitchen door behind her. Why did her sister have to have the ears of a freaking rabbit?

The girl, Rennie as her sister had called her, looked up as her sister came barreling down the stairs.

"What'd ya mean, Lizzy?" Rennie asked casually, trying not to make it apparent she was lying.

Rennie's sister, Lizzy, narrowed her eyes. The girls were as different in appearance as two sisters could be. Lizzy was a short eight year old girl, with long golden hair and small brown eyes. She looked like the kind of girl who needed to grow into her beauty. Whereas Rennie was a more classic beauty; thick black curls, pale skin, big blue eyes.

Rennie tapped her foot impatiently, not wanting to offend her sister by shouldering past her to get to the upstairs bathroom. She didn't want to do anything that would make her sister angry enough to tell their mother she'd been out. Though she could always make an excuse...she'd gone to get a candy bar, or something.

"Listen, Liz," Rennie said before her sister could answer. "I really need to go to the bathroom. Can I have a second?"

Lizzy narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Okay…" she trailed off. Rennie thought she heard her sister say something else, but she was already half-way up the stairs. The girl sure could move fast in heels.

The clicking of heels was the only sound in the bathroom.

Rennie paced anxiously over the tile floor, her blue eyes downcast, though occasionally flicking to the counter-top.

"Rennie! Rennie, I really hafta go. Are you done yet?" came Lizzy's annoyed cries in-between banging on the door-frame.

"Liz, can you wait for like…five more seconds?"

"What're you even doing in there that's so important?"

"I'm almost done!" Rennie whined, glancing at the counter again. Her breath caught in her throat. It was the moment of truth. Slowly, carefully, Rennie leaned over the counter, pushing her thick curls, which had sprung completely free of the bun, out of her face. Her eyes narrowed before widening into the size of dinner plates on her face as she stared down at the pregnancy test.

It was positive.

A/N: I'm not certain I'll continue this story. I have a good idea as to where it's going, but I'm not sure I love it so much. I may just continue it, though. I don't know. Anyway, if you want more, please review!