Summary: Everything seems to be going great in Austin and Ally's lives. They're two best friends, trying to make it big in the music business together. However, things take a turn for the unexpected when Ally finds herself facing a pregnancy after a drunken mistake. Austin/Ally.

Rating: T for some language and sexual content (non-explicit)

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Ally Dawson sat slumped against the bathroom wall, staring down in disbelief at the white piece of plastic that rested in her hands. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears, and her forehead was damp with a cold sweat as her eyes scanned the tiny pink plus sign, over and over again.

How did this happen? she wondered. She squeezed her eyes shut, a certain flashback coming to mind.

It all started about two months ago after Austin performed as opening act for a famous band playing in Miami. Being that his parents were out of town, Austin decided that he would throw a big bash to celebrate how successful he was becoming as a singer, and Ally as a songwriter. This party involved everything any unsupervised party should - including loud music, dancing...and large amounts of alcohol.

Of course Austin was eager to get hammered that night. After all, he was always looking to have a good time. Ally - on the other hand - never even had a single sip of alcohol before that night. She hadn't planned to start either, but somehow, Austin talked her into going against her better judgement.

One shot lead to another, and for the first time ever, Ally Dawson was drunk.

The next morning she woke up with the feeling as if a hammer was taken to her head. She scanned over her surroundings, and it hadn't taken her long to realize she wasn't in her own bed.

And that she wasn't wearing any clothes.

Her eyebrows arched in confusion and suddenly she heard a loud yawn coming from next to her. A strong arm stretched over and wrapped itself around her petite form, pulling her closer. She felt the mysterious form snuggling its face into her hair, and hot breath tickled her neck. Her eyes automatically widdened, and she rolled over to look at the sleeping face of none other than her best friend and musical partner - Austin Moon.

"Austin!" she screamed, immediately sitting up and shielding her body with his bed sheets. He yawned big and sat up, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes fluttered open to meet the ones of his horrified songwriter.

"Ally!" he screched, his facial expression suddenly mirroring hers. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"I-I don't know! Did we...?"

They both looked under the covers at the same time to realize neither of them were wearing any clothes. And that's when it hit her.

"We-we-we had s-s-s..." she couldn't seem to get the word out.

"Sex," he finished casually.

"This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening..." she tryed to convince herself as she got up from the bed, trying to keep the blanket wrapped around her form while she picked up every article of her clothing that she could find.

"Ally-"

"I-I'm sorry Austin. Th-this was a mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake."

"Als-" the guilt in his voice was clear.

"Ya know what? How about we pretend like this never happened? Yeah. Let's erase this whole night from our lives and stay the way we were before...nothing needs to change. I'll see you later at Sonic Boom, Austin."

"But Ally-"

And she was gone before he could even get the chance to speak.

They'd done exactly what she'd suggested too - acted like the whole thing was just some wild dream. Nothing ever happened. They never got drunk and did...things. As long as everyone else was concerned she was still the innocent Ally Dawson and he was still the outgoing aspiring singer, Austin Moon. There was nothing more going on between the two.

Even Austin and Ally managed to convince themselves that nothing ever happened at that party, but deep down, both of them knew the horrible truth. And through this, new feelings were discovered. Ally couldn't seem to control the jealousy that now raged within her whenever she saw Austin talking to a new girl or the electricity that jolted through her body whenever they "accidentally" brushed against each other. She also couldn't ignore the look Austin gave her whenever they made eye contact. It was as if there was something more hidden beneath those beautiful brown irises - something that had actually always been there deep down, ever since the first day they'd met at the store when he'd caught her attention by playing the drums with corndogs. He looked loving - like a best friend would - but also like he wanted something from her. Like he needed something from her. There was something there, she just couldn't quite figure out what it was.

She always wondered if he'd felt something for her deep down. Scratch that. She always hoped he'd felt something for her deep down. No matter how much denial she tryed to put herself through, she knew that she felt something for him. He was no longer only her best friend...but also her first. The fact that she couldn't even remember her own first time annoyed her, because she'd always pictured it to be at the perfect moment with someone she was in a very long-term relationship with, not a drunken one night stand with the best friend that she has mixed emotions about.

But in a way she was sort of glad it'd been Austin. It made her feel even more bonded to him than she did before, and she was just praying that he'd felt the same.

...but why would he? He was popular, outgoing, good-looking. Why would he want a shy, innocent, nervous girl like her? He could have so much more...

She pictures him living the good life. Fame, fortune, the most beautiful beach blonde wife with an hour glass figure, a reality TV show...nothing that involves her.

Or a baby at the age of sixteen...her thoughts echo.

Ally shook her head out of the millions of thoughts racing through her head and snapped back to reality. And this reality happened to be lying within the cheap piece of plastic that rested in the palms of her hands.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight back the tears.

What in the world was she supposed to do? She couldn't raise a baby. She was only sixteen, now entering her junior year of high school. She already has a hectic enough schedule of running the store six days out of the week, writing songs for Austin, and managing straight A's all at the same time. How would she fit raising a baby into all of this? She was supposed to make it big in the music business with Austin, go to school as a back up plan, meet the right guy, grow older, get married, and then have a baby. That was how things were supposed to work out.

Apparently fate had a different plan for her though, being that these plans were now completely thrown off.

What exactly was she supposed to do? Abord it? No. The thought of making this all go away tempted her, but Ally knew she would never be able to live with herself knowing that she made the decision to kill a poor, innocent gift made from God. After all, none of this was its fault.

Adoption? That would be a more reasonable option, she thinks. She could go through with the pregnancy and give the child away to a family that would love and care for it. That way she wouldn't have to live with the guilt of abortion but would also be able to pursue her hopes and dreams without having to care for a baby 24/7.

But what would everyone think seeing innocent little Ally Dawson pregnant her junior year of high school? What would her father think? What would Trish think? What would Austin think?

Oh God...Austin...

Guilt suddenly started to build within her. He'd been working so hard to make it big in music, and now that he's been performing a lot of major opening acts, people are finally starting to notice him. He's almost reached the top of his climb to stardum, all he needs is a simple record deal. But with this pregnancy, everything will all be thrown off. His career can be put in jepordy if people know he got his own songwriter knocked up. What would people think then?

More importantly, if she were to tell him, would he be willing enough to put his career on the line to stand by her and hold her hand throughout the pregnancy? She sure hopes so. It's not like Austin to run away from his mistakes. He owns up to them, faces them like a man. And it's not like she's just some random girl he hooked up with at a party. She was Ally Dawson - his best friend, his song partner. He wouldn't leave her to deal with this all on her own, would he?

"Ally!" she jumped at the sound of her father's voice. "Ally, where are you? The store isn't going to run itself you know! I need you down at the register."

"I-I'll be right there dad!" she called back, picking herself up off the floor. She was sure to wrap up the pregnancy test in toilet paper so that it couldn't be seen while it was lying there in the trash. She thinks she might have a heart attack if anyone were to find out at the time being.

She took a little time in the mirror to wash her face of any trace of tears, and tryed to force a tiny smile. It was time to face the world with nothing but happyness, no matter how horribly terrified she felt deep down.

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