A/N: I have no idea where this came from. I guess it could stem from the several conversations about pregnancy that have been going on lately. Heh. Not me though. So, our favorite group gets in a bind when Miley thinks she may be pregnant. Chaos ensues. Everyone is 18 years old in the fic. Thoughts are in italics. 50th fic!! Woohoo!!

Disclaimer: All things Hannah Montana do not belong to me. Nor do any songs I may mention within. I'm just borrowing them.

Warning: The story contains talk of teen pregnancy as well girl/girl crushy feelings. If it's not your thing, please locate the nearest possible exit.

Much Ado About Something, Chapter 1:

Oh No

By Melissa

"Be good. And if you can't be good, be careful." - Ibid

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Miley stared into the mirror of her bathroom. Her eyes were dull, to accompany the bags under her eyes.

She hadn't been getting much sleep lately.

What the hell had she been thinking?!

You weren't, now were ya…

It was just one time. Miley had never been foolish enough to believe that things like this couldn't happen. They did every day.

Perhaps she just thought she wouldn't be one of those people those things happened to.

"Dang it!" she said as she pounded on the sink with her fist. "Ow!!" That had been a mistake. She rubbed the tender part on her now injured hand. That was certainly the least she deserved.

When she had been little, one of the things she and Jackson would play was Time Machine. They would pretend to go back to different time periods and places. Miley would have given all of her Hannah money for the real thing right about now. And go back a week and a half ago to stop herself from making a humongous mistake.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!!" The angry words bounced off the mostly tiled room.

For a fraction of a second, Miley was glad her mother wasn't here. Just because she didn't think she could take the disappointment that would surely be in her eyes. And another part of her wished her Mother was around so she could just fall into her arms and cry.

Okay, no need to panic just yet. We don't have a definitive answer yet, she thought to herself. Why am I talking about myself using the plural form…?

She needed to talk to someone, and only one person came to mind.

The young girl picked up her phone and started typing. She asked her best friend to meet her at the house. She received an affirmative response.

She went about fixing her appearance as much as she could, running a brush through her long, thick hair.

Miley heard her phone ring in her pocket a few minutes later. She answered it, knowing exactly what was coming.

"Lilly landing in 20!!"

The brunette went downstairs and opened the door. Right as the 20 seconds wound down, her best friend came through on her skateboard.

Lilly stuck the landing and bowed to the imaginary crowd that was wildly applauding.

"Hey Miles!! What's up?"

The taller girl smiled for a fraction of a second. Her friend was so full of life. Seeing Lilly had almost made her forget her problem.

Almost.

Miley walked over to her and hugged her like she would vanish into thin air. She momentarily lost herself in the feeling of her friend's body pressed tightly against her.

While Lilly enjoyed the hug, she was concerned about the out of nowhere intensity.

"You okay?"

"Su-re." There was a small tremor to that one word. The singer almost stamped her foot in annoyance at herself.

The blonde girl frowned. "Not that I don't like getting hugs," especially from you, she thought, "but something about it makes me think you are not all right."

"A hug can tell you that?"

"Yup. I am fluent in hug-ese. Now spill."

The brunette girl smiled a little. Lilly had the uncanny ability to know when something was wrong. That, and if there was food any where nearby.

Miley looked around cautiously. "Okay, but let's go to my room. I don't want my dad or Jackson walking in.

Lilly chuckled. "Why? Do you have a new boyfriend that they might kill?"

How I wish it was only that, the singer thought.

Lilly took off her helmet and placed it by her skateboard. She then followed her friend up the stairs. They reached Miley's bedroom and she shut the door behind them.

"Okay, so what is so important that we are sneaking around like criminals?"

After a few tries of just opening and closing her mouth, the brunette found her voice. "I need to tell you something."

The skater didn't understand what the big deal was. "Ooookay. I'm getting that." A pause. "You didn't steal anything, did you?"

"What? No!"

"It was a joke, Miles. To go along with 'sneaking around like criminals….'"

All she got in return was a helpless look.

"Did you finally kill Mikayla?"

"No…"

"Good. Because that is reserved for me." She chuckled to herself. "See? You're going to realize you are freaking out over nothing." All that earned was another blank stare. "If it's really that bad, I'm going to go and grab a bottle of water. So I can sip it and then spit it out in shock." She winked. "You want anything?"

The 18 year old pop star shook her head and looked down at the floor. As Lilly left the room, Miley mumbled something in that general direction.

A second or two passed before Lilly backed up her path and appeared at the doorway again. She was staring so hard at Miley, the intensity could have put a hole through her.

"Best friend say what??" Lilly had thought she heard part of it, and she was praying it wasn't true.

Miley turned tear filled blue eyes to her best friend.

"I said, I think I might be pregnant."

To Be Continued…

A/N: If you guys want, that is. Let me know? I have a lot of ideas where to take this.