Okay guys. I know what you're thinking. My gosh, Katrina. Pregnancy stories are so played out! Well, grasshopper. I don't care. This idea came to me last night...ish while I was pretending my pillow was David Henrie. o.o Forget I said that.

The whole dilemma would be Harper and Justin, two people with nothing in common, having to hide their pregnancy from everyone on account of what's at stake; Justin's scholarship, Harper's cheer tournament. (I know, right? Harper...a cheerleader!?)

Anyways. I really liked this, and I hope you do too! Also, if you like it, tell your friends! And Harper doesn't really find out until like mid-chapter two maybe. I haven't decided yet. OH and...have a problem with Harper/Justin? Easy. Don't read it.

Deal? ;)

Tell me what you think!

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"Harper, I should be leaving..." The sheets fell to her waist as she reached for his hand. "Don't go, Justin! Stay with me..."

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Harper stared out the foggy window into the February night. The rain falling on the window made her feel so lonely. She peered over at her best friend's brother, sleeping on the floor next to her own sofa bed pressed against the large window. She sighed as she rested back into the blankets. The lights were off, and all she could hear was her own breath and Justin's light snoring, which made her giggle.

Justin had come in just two hours earlier, looking for Alex. Harper was being her same ole giddy self. She felt so selfconcious around Justin. It's scary what he does to her...

They had ended up watching a scary movie, just like they always did. Making their careful joking commentary on every scene. Sometimes tossing popcorn at each other, sometimes "accidently" touching each other. Either way, it was the only time they had to spend together. Considering, of course, they were in two different grades, had two different sets of friends. Their only connection was Alex. Yes. Thank God for Alex.

Justin fell asleep right after the main character was killed off by the "scary-masked-killer-guy" as Harper calls him. She tried to catch some sleep herself, but looking down at him being so...perfect? No. Perfection didn't even begin to describe Justin Russo. He was way past perfect. Harper had come up with the conclusion that Justin was a word that hadn't been invented yet.

Not even the word that Alex and Harper came up with to describe Shane West. Not a chance. She shut her eyes again, but was startled when she felt shaking. Her eyes reopened to see Justin sitting beside her, smiling. "Hey,"

She yawned, sitting up. "Hey Justin. What time is it?" She pretended like she was just asleep. He glanced at his wristwatch then quickly replied, "Almost midnight."

Her eyes widened, "Wow. I didn't know we were out that long!" Lie.

He laughed, scratching the back of his head. "I don't blame you. You were so scared at that movie, you were almost passed out!"

She laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder. "Shut up! I was not scared!" Lie.

He laughed back. "Yes you were. And for future reference, whenever you see a new cute guy come on the screen, don't say Oh my gosh! Isn't he so do-able!? I'm not Alex." He laughed, rolling his eyes as she tossed her fluffy round marshmallow pillow at him.

Harper sighed, "I had fun, though. Really."

"Yeah. It was great. I never got to watch movies with Miranda. She just wanted me to listen to her band's new demo. All I could even hear was hardcore screaming." Miranda. Ugh. Harper absolutely loathed that girl. Her hair; her eyes; her nose; her lips; her face; EVERYTHING!

She didn't let Justin see her roll her eyes. He shifted his weight as he stood up. He leaned down to hug her. Just smelling in his Abercrombie cologne made her feel so secure.

They pulled apart and shared a moment once their eyes connected. But Justin quickly shook it off as he stood up straight and casually cleared his throat, pondering what to say next. "Harper, I should be leaving..." The sheets fell to his waist as she reached for his hand. "Don't go, Justin...stay with me?" Her eyes chased his. His body was turned to the door, but his hand was still stretched out and connected to hers. He turned to look at her. She looked so innocent wrapped up in the velvet sheets. Without saying a word, he sat back on her sofa bed and cupped her face. "I'm sorry, Harper." He said before kissing her. Funny how in a moment everything can change. In a minute, all the world can wait...

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Four weeks later...

"Man, could Riley be the cutest boy in the universe!?" Alex hypered behind the counter of the substation. Harper sat uncomfortably in her stool, glancing around. Alex was surprised. "Harper, you okay? You seem...different."

"No, I-I-I'm perfectly fine." She murmered, adjusting the bangles on her wrist. "If you say so!" Alex laughed, turning around to fix Riley a new burger since she noticed he just finished his last one. Just then, Max came from the kitchen carrying a plate with a lid over it. "Oh Harper! You're perfect for this!"

"Huh?" She asked, sitting up straight. Max elaborated, "Okay I've been trying out new things. So tell me what you think of the Peanut Butter and Banana Taco!" He grinned from ear to ear as he lifted the lid from the plate revealing a sloppy, gooey, drippy brown mushed up mess.

A disgusted look fixated Alex's face. Harper felt her stomach churn as a sensation bombarded her. Her hand flew up on her mouth as she jumped off the stool and ran upstairs as fast as she could to the Russo's bathroom.

She lifted the toilet seat up and let loose her inner poison, nearly burying her head into the water. She ended with a persistent cough, clutching onto the red fur of the toilet cozy.

A knock appeared behind the bathroom door as she looked up and yelled, "Go away!" at the unknown guest. Her hair stuck to her face as she wiped her mouth and scooted up against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest. Another knock. "What!?" Harper finally yelled.

The door opened to reveal Alex. "Harp, you okay?"

Harper nodded, swishing the hair out of her face and wrapping her arms around her tummy. Alex sighed and shut the door behind her. "Look Harper, we should talk."

"About what?" Harper shut her eyes as Alex squatted down to sit casually in front of her. "You've been acting strange lately. Are you on drugs?"

Harper rolled her eyes and sighed, "No, miss fix it. I'm not on drugs."

"Is it an eating disorder?"

"No! Can you please just leave me alone!" She screamed at her best friend. Alex was taken a back.

"Harper, something's wrong. Hey, I know what will cheer you up! Let's go play guitar hero with Just--"

"NO!" Her eyes widened, but quickly she changed her attitude. "I-I-I mean, Justin's probably really busy. We shouldn't bother him."

"Okay now I know something's wrong. Any mention of Justin whatsoever and you practically yank my arm to his room."

Harper sighed, "I wish I could tell you, Alex." A tear she didn't know she was holding back fell to the ground. "But I don't even know myself!"

"What are you talking about?" Alex asked with worry in her voice. Her best friend burst into a silent sob, shaking, hugging herself to feel more secure. "No, no! It's not true! Uh, forget I ever said anything about it." She stood up and paced around the bathroom.

"About what? Harper, what are you talking about? Please tell me!"

"Um, nevermind. It's nothing. I'm gonna go. I, uh, have some things I need to do." She wet a damp washcloth to clean her face, then left before Alex had anything else to say.

"Bye Mr. and Mrs. Russo!" Harper called before leaving the substation and entering Waverly Place. She passed streetwalkers, subway grates, the occasional hobo...but she knew exactly what she needed to do. She pulled the door open to the Waverly Place convenience store.

"Hmm," She pondered to herself as she casually walked down the isle, passing a few older people who stared at her like she was some sort of mistake.

She couldn't feel worse. Not to mention she had to throw up again. Holding in vomit isn't as easy as you'd think. She settled on a carton and just picked up a random item to cover the humility at the register. A bottle of mouthwash.

The girl at the stand greeted her with the company slogan as Harper walked to the stand. First, she put the mouthwash on the beeper. The lump in her throat grew bigger as she put something different on the counter.

Clear Blue easy Digital positive/negative pregnancy test.

Sandy, whom was the cashier, put the box into the bag along with the moutwash as she collected her money. Harper smiled and muttered a quick "thank you" before heading toward the door.

"Hey!" Sandy called, causing Harper to spin around. "Good luck, sweetie."

Yeah. Right.

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Chyea. Was that short...ish? Anyways. So I'm listening to Hilary Duff's Beat of my heart. Gahh, I miss old disney! Baha; anyways...reviews are appreciated. :)

-katrina.