This lovely little piece of work is a collaboration between me (Spud14/Katie/Tay) and Erica (obsessed01)

Title: Force of Nature

Summary: Blue meant it was a boy. No, blue meant it was negative. Wait, no, that's not right. What did the plus mean!

Rating: PG-13

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It was blue.

What did that mean?

Blue meant it was a boy. No, blue meant it was negative. Wait, no, that's not right. What did the plus mean! The plus meant adding. Where were the numbers? No, that's not what it means either. What it means is that this cannot be happening. She was nineteen. She couldn't be pregnant. It wasn't possible. Well, it was possible but it just wasn't possible.

She gripped the counter as her head started to spin. This wasn't the first time she and Seth had fucked up. Once, when she was seventeen, they had had a little scare but that was all it was. And he had been there. She needed the instructions. She couldn't do this on her own. God, what did the blue plus mean?

Her hands were shaking as she searched for the instructions. Where had she put them? There, on the floor. How had they gotten there? It didn't matter. She took a long time unfolding them, not because she had trouble but because she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to see what they said.

And when she finally did get them unfolded and found the place where it decoded the stupid colors and symbols, she wanted to crumple it up and throw it out the window. Or burn it. Because it couldn't have been right. It was lying, wasn't it?

She knew she was losing her mind because inanimate objects can't lie to people. In fact, they probably can't lie to other inanimate objects. And, then god, this whole ordeal was causing her to lose her mind because nothing was making sense anymore.

And then she remembered. Her accomplice in this whole thing, Cohen. And she felt scared and crazy all over again because she had to tell him and she didn't know how. Maybe she should tell Coop first. And then she decided to fuck that idea because if Marissa were pregnant she would most definitely tell Ryan first. Hell, Marissa would tell Ryan even if the baby were, like, Oliver's or something.

She threw the ugly white stick in the garbage, along with the stupid, lying instructions and sat down on her bed. She looked down at her belly touched it with her fingers and then the full weight of it. She turned and punched her pillow as hard as she could before she tired of that and fell into a heap, sobbing.

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She was avoiding him. He knew that. She had been dodging his phone calls for five days. Every time he came by, her stepmother or her father told him she wasn't home. He knew that was a lie because he could see her in her window, hiding behind the curtain thinking she was freaking invisible or something.

And now he was going out of mind wondering if and when she was going to break up with him. Because why else would she avoid him like this?

And so, he had degenerated into being a fucking stalker.

It was just like old times.

He had heard Marissa saying that she and Summer were going shopping, so he just kept a few cars behind them, and watched as Summer listlessly flipped through clothes, waiting for Marissa to leave her alone, so that he could casually bump into her.

"COHEN! FUCK!"

Oops. Casually, Seth. Casually.

He pulled Summer up of the floor. "Sorry-sorry-sorry!" he yelped, all in one breath. "You okay?" She glared. "Um."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Shopping?" he offered. Summer looked around at the dresses and skirts and overall girly clothes hanging on the racks and raised her eyebrows at Seth. "For you?" he tried again.

"Okay..." Summer decided to let it go, because, honestly...she missed him. But she didn't want to do this right now. "Seth," Wait. Words were coming out. "Cohen, we have to talk."

Huh. How did that happen?

His eyes drooped. His entire body drooped. "Okay," he mumbled, and shrugged his shoulders as if he were bracing himself. "Go ahead."

She glanced around at the crowded store, and pulled him into a dressing room. She was a little alarmed to see him so sad, but she decided to tell him anyway.

"Cohen...remember Ryan's birthday?"

Seth screwed up his face. "Um...no, not really."

"I'm not surprised," she commented. He looked confused, and she elaborated. "You were completely wasted."

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Massive hangover…I remember."

"Well…" She played the zipper on her purse, finding it hard to meet his eyes. "We were all pretty wasted."

"Okay…" He nodded, prodding her to go on.

"Something happened," she stated, glancing up for just a second. "Something bad."

"Um, how bad?" he asked.

She could tell he was starting to freak out. It was only on the inside but she knew; inside he was going crazy. His mind must have been running through every scenario because all of a sudden he just stopped and looked at her.

"Oh my god." She looked up, surprised that he had caught on that quickly. "You slept with Ryan, didn't you? Oh my god. Ohmygod, ohmygod." His words were getting all pushed together and she didn't know how to calm him down.

"No," she tried to say, but he was past the point of reasoning with.

"I can't believe you would do that me," he said, and she hated the sound of his voice.

"Please, calm down," she said.

"Calm down? Don't tell me to fucking calm down," he told her, turning and trying to find the door handle.

She took his hands and stilled his movements and she pulled him to her. She wrapped her arms around him and she was surprised when he didn't fight her. "I didn't sleep with Ryan," she said in his ear. "I didn't. I slept with you and we were so drunk we didn't even use any protection and now I'm pregnant and that was what I was trying to tell you."

"Oh." He pulled back. "Oh, god."

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Okay, this chapter was mostly Erica, but I hope you saw my special little add-ins. I'll try to get more in next time. If you like it, leave a review. If you don't like it...Well, leave us a review anyway. They make us feel warm and fuzzy.

-Tay (Spud14)