Lana's POV:

Primadonna girl, yeah
All I ever wanted was the world
I can't help that I need it all
The primaddona life, the rise and fall.

He stormed out with his guitar and car keys. I shoved my face into the pillow, hoping that it would absorb my red face. Maybe it would swallow me up while it was at it and make me disappear. My skin was ice cold, but my face was burning hot.

The jerk had just left. I hated him anyway. Well, that actually wasn't true. I was head over heels. But who wasn't? He was Darren Cole. A real rock star and every girl's dream! And he was MINE. Was.

And it was all my fault. I was such a brat and I've gotten so moody. He was always so sweet about it, so understanding. But it helped nothing that lately, I was just ANGRY at him. That he would rather go on tour than stay with me. That he would rather do anything than spend time with his future wife. It was infuriating. I had kept everything just bottled up inside of me, refusing to tell him, and he'd finally gotten fed up.

I clicked on the TV to take my mind off of things and the first thing I see is the headline, Darren Cole and the Troublemakers planning on the Europe Tour. Well that was quick. He had already called his agent and agreed to the tour he was putting off because of me. It hurt that he was so eager to get away from me.

If only he knew about the baby.

Yes, it was true. I was planning on telling Darren so he would cancel that dang year long tour altogether. The one that I had secretly hated him for. The one that he would have to spend 24/7 with the cute backup dancers with in a tour bus.

But no. That one night changed everything. We both had one sip too much, and now my dreams to go to Hollywood and staying together were shattered. I would have to move to my mom's house again, I thought inwardly. I've spent my whole life working towards something, and I would land right back where I started.

I drove for five long hours down to Santa Martina, the ratty old town I grew up in. I opened the door of my mother at two am and broke the news to her in a rush of gibberish and garble. How I hadn't even graduated college yet and now it was farther off than I had imagined. I didn't stop until she looked like she was about to disown me. It was so much shock, so much disappointment that finally I couldn't take it and brushed past her into my home.

The first thing I saw was a Darren Cole CD. I flung it into the open fire and collapsed on the couch. I needed something to drink.

Standing up and headed for the wine cabinet, my mom rushed in, smacked my hand away, and looked at me with a horrified expression.

"No. Absolutely not. I won't let you poison this baby. We're raising him-her-together."

"Mom, I - "

"Stop right there. I'm furious with you. You think you can just, just...DO what you want and never think of the consequences. You can't handle responsibility. You can't handle this child."

I couldn't help myself. Somehow sarcasm found its way into my voice. "I'm trying to handle the situation here. I'm sorry. Soooooooooooorry, mother," I said, "what are you going to do, kick your pregnant wife out? Huh?"

My mother's nostrils flared. "This is for the baby," she said curtly, frowned, and left the room, but not before pouring her entire supply of alcohol down the sink.

I already hated and loved this kid with as much polarity as I loved its father. But I know two things.

He was NOT going to find out about this baby.

And I WAS going to Hollywood, whether they like it or not.

A/N: sorry you guys for this story's incredible stupidity. I know it's bad, I just felt what happened to Lana was never really touched on.

I painted her really quickly and vaguely; how I would imagine her: young, ambitious, and saddled with a child at age 20 which destroyed everything she's worked for. I just wanted to clarify and maybe justify some of her irrational actions.

She was a little...callous...I guess for my taste when I reread it but hey, we're all stupid at this age, and double that if you've gone through what she's gone through.

So, yes, again I apologize. I'm tired and gahhhh I needed to do something.