A.N. There will be several OC's in this story.

9/10/2012 3:45 PM

"Oh god. No, no, no, no, no. Please no. I'm...I'm to young. This...this can't be happening to me. Fuck!" I yell as loud as I can. I look at the pregnancy test again, and my stomach drops for the second time in the last couple of minutes.

"What...what am I going to do? I'm...I'm to young. I...I can't...oh shit." I say as I set the pregnancy test down on the counter and run over to the toilet. I drop to my knees in front of it and start emptying the contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl. A couple of minutes later, I am done throwing up, and after flushing the toilet, I stand up and walk over to the sink.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yell as I start crying.

Two Hours Later: 5:45 PM

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Go away!" I yell.

"John...are you ok buddy? I heard crying and..." Before my Dad can finish his sentence, I interrupt him. (A.N. John has been crying for the last two hours; but his Dad just got home a couple of minutes ago. He went upstairs to look for John, and he heard crying, so yeah.)

"Go away!" I yell again.

"John...come on buddy. Open the door. Please. Please." My Dad says. A few seconds later...I get out of bed and make my way over to the door. I open it and then run back to my bed and lie down.

"Johnny. What's wrong buddy? Why are you crying?" My Dad asks me.

"I...I can't tell you Daddy." I say.

"Why not buddy?" My Dad asks me.

"I'm...I'm scared of...of what...you...you might do to me if...if I tell you...my...my secrete." I say.

"Oh buddy. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you, and...and you know you can tell my anything, so what is it buddy? Did you get into a fight at school or something?" My Dad asks me. I shake my head no. A few seconds later...my Dad sits down on the bed and I roll over so I can look at him.

"I'm...I'm pregnant Daddy." I mumble.

"What? You're going to have to speak up buddy. I can't hear you when you mumble." My Dad says.

"I'm...I'm pregnant." I say.

"You're...preg...pregnant?" My Dad asks me. I shake my head yes.

"Oh...oh my god. How...how could this happen? I...I..." Before my Dad can finish his sentence, I interrupt him.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I'm...I'm so, so, so sorry Daddy. I'm sorry." I say as I put my head down.

"Oh buddy. I...I don't know what to say right now. I...I thought I raised you better than that. I mean, I...I told you to...to use protection when you had sex and..." Before my Dad can finish his sentence, I interrupt him.

"We...we did use protection Daddy; but...but the condom broke, and...and I...I didn't have enough money to buy...to buy the morning after pill. I...I know I should have told you; but...but I was scared that you would kill me. I..." Befoer I can finish my sentence, my Dad interrupts me.

"I...I wouldn't have killed you buddy. I might have thrown you over my knee and spanked you until your ass turned red; but I wouldn't have killed you." My Dad says as I start to laugh.

"I'm sorry Daddy." I say.

"I know you are buddy. Do...do you know if...if you want to...to keep it?" My Dad asks me.

"What...what do you mean?" I ask my Dad.

"Do...do you want to get an abortion? Or do..." Before my Dad can finish his sentence, I interrupt him.

"No...no Daddy. I...I don't want to get an abortion. I...I want to have this baby. Please Daddy. Don't...don't make my get an abortion. Please...please." I say.

"I...I can't force you to get an abortion Johnny, ok?" My Dad asks me.

"Ok Daddy. I...I want...I want to have this baby, and...and I want to take care of it. I..." Before I can finish my sentence, my Dad interrupts me.

"Taking care of a baby is a lot of hard work buddy. I'm...I'm willing to help you take care of it; but...but I'm...I'm not always going to be there to help you buddy. You know that right?" My Dad asks me.

"I...I know Daddy. I...I hope Randy doesn't...doesn't freak out when I tell him that I'm pregnant." I say.

"I...I hope so too buddy. Can...can I talk to you about something?" My Dad asks me.

"Sure Daddy." I say.

"What...what are you going to do after you have the baby? I mean, what are you going to do about school? I don't want you to drop out so you can take care of the baby. I want you to get a good education and..." Before my Dad can finish his sentence, I interrupt him.

"Can...can we cross that bridge when the time comes?" I ask my Dad.

"Sure buddy. I'm...I'm going to call the doctor in the morning and schedule an appointment for you, ok?" My Dad asks me.

"Ok Daddy." I say.

"Are you hungry?" My Dad asks me.

"I...I don't feel like eating right now. I...I threw up a couple of hours ago, and my tummy still hurts a little bit." I say.

"You should eat something buddy. It's not good for you or the baby to skip a meal, ok?" My Dad asks me.

"Ok." I say.

"Come on. Let's head down to the kitchen and I'll cook us some dinner, ok?" My Dad asks me. I shake my head yes. After standing up, my Dad helps me stand up and the two of us make our way out of my bedroom and few seconds later...we arrive in the kitchen. I sit down at the table and let out a groan.

"You ok buddy?" My Dad asks me.

"Yeah, why?" I ask my Dad.

"You just groaned." My Dad says.

"Oh, sorry." I say.

"It's ok buddy. What do you want to eat?" My Dad asks me.

"Ah...pasta." I say.

"Do you want anything else to eat?" My Dad asks me.

"Ah...nope. Oh wait, I want garlic bread and...and ice cream." I say.

"Ok buddy. Why don't you go watch some TV. I'll bring you your dinner when it's done cooking, ok?" My Dad asks me.

"Ok Daddy." I say. I stand up and make my way into the living room. I plop down on the couch, pick up the remote, and turn the TV on. I turn the channel to ESPN 2, and a WNBA game is on. The Mercury are playing The Storm and The Mercury are up, 32-27. There is 5:45 left in the second quarter.

"What are you watching buddy?" My Dad yells.

"I'm watching a WNBA game!" I yell back.

"That's cool. Who's playing?" My Dad yells.

"The Phoenix Mercury and The Seattle Storm!" I yell.

"Who's winning?" My Dad yells.

"The Mercury!" I yell.

"What's the score?" My Dad yells.

"Ah...36-30!" I yell.

"Awesome! Your dinner will be ready in 10 minutes, ok buddy?" My Dad yells.

"Ok!" I yell. I wonder how my Dad's team is looking this year. My Dad is the head Women's Basketball Coach at University of Washington. He also teaches Economics 135. When he travels with the team, the student teacher takes over and when my Dad gets back, he starts teaching again. (A.N. I hope that makes sense.)

A Few Minutes Later: 6:12 PM

"Here you go buddy. One large bowl of spaghetti and two pieces of garlic bread." My Dad says as he hands be a bowl of spaghetti.

"Thanks Daddy." I say.

"You're welcome buddy." My Dad says as he sits down next to me.

A Few Hours Later: 9:30 PM

After finishing my homework, I strip down to my boxers, brush my teeth, and head to bed. Good night everyone.

A.N. Wooooooooo, another Centon story. I love this pairing. Tomorrow, John is going to tell Randy that he is pregnant. Oh, and Randy and John are only 15.