Chapter 7-When You're Fifteen

You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors,

It's the mornin' of your very first day.

You say 'hi' to your friends, you ain't seen in awhile

Try and stay out of everybody's way.

Sasha's P.O.V.

God, how did I get here? I ask myself as I look around the clinic. There are a few young faces-like me—that seem to be just as scared as I am. Luckily, the few other teens that I see are too absorbed in their own crises to be concerned with me. I hope.

Sigh. Just yesterday, I was a normal fifteen-year-old girl—aside from the T.V. star thing, I mean. Okay, so maybe I wasn't totally 'normal', but at least-before today- my life had direction. I knew where I was going and what I wanted. I was one of the most well-known, successful, teenagers in America. I was Alison DiLaurentis. Of course, none of that really mattered. What mattered was that I had amazing friends and cast mates who loved me. Hopefully they still do.

All I can do is pray that I don't get fired because of this. This…. mistake. Marlene thinks of me as a daughter, so I'm hoping that fact will work to my advantage. But then again, if I continue with this pregnancy,-that's a scary word- I will be putting the reputation of the entire cast, as well as our network, in jeopardy.

It's your freshman year, and you're gonna be here for the next four years,

In this town. Hoping one of those, senior boys, will wink at you and say,

"You know, I haven't seen you around… Before."

Ever since I was little, people have told me that abortion is wrong. I don't think I could kill my own baby, but I'm scared to death about how everyone will react when they find out my secret.

Sometimes I think that when my mom looks in my bedroom mirror, she still sees that frizzy-haired, six-year-old girl getting her hair brushed at the start of first grade. She'll probably burst into disapointed tears when she discovers that I'm having a baby of my own.

However, this baby isn't my only dilemma. And I can't wait until the others get here, I need to talk to Troian about this right now.

"Troi?" I gather the courage to call out her nickname after a few seconds. "Yes?" she answers, curiously. I take a deep breath. "I know I'm in like a whole heap of trouble as it is, but…." She cuts me off and strokes my shoulder, as a big sister would. "What is it, kiddo?" She asks me, and I smile when I hear it. "I think I'm in love with someone… from our cast." My breath hitches in my throat as I say the last three words. Troian is silent for a long moment before she finally speaks. "Please don't tell me that one of our cast mates is the fa-" I cut her off. "No." I say, "It's nothing like that. The father… my ex boyfriend, said he wanted nothing to do with me after I told him that the home pregnancy test was positive this morning." When I tell her this, she looks at me with anticipation and sympathy. "I'm so sorry, Sasha. But what does that have to do with you loving one of our co-stars?" She inquires.

I sigh for what seems like the millionth time this afternoon. "Nothing." I pause, and then continue, in a very quiet tone of voice. "I just thought you should know... I'm in love with Shay."

And my friend is so shocked, that she almost chokes on air.

Cuz when you're... Fifteen and, somebody tells you they Love you,

You're gonna believe them.

And when you're…. Fifteen feeling like there's nothing to figure o-out

Well, count to ten, take it in,

This is life before you know who you're gonna be….

At Fifteen

"What? I really can't comprehend this…." Troi pauses. "She's married, Sasha. To Ashley." I hear her tone rising and I warn her. "Shh…. Troian, keep your voice down." She nods at me slightly, and I open my mouth. "I know, and I'm sure she's happy and I would never want to screw with that. But I also know that I will spend the rest of my life miserable if I don't at least tell her how I feel."

The brunette beside me gets really anxious now. "Sasha, this is not a good idea. Trust me. You have enough on your plate right now." She gestures toward my still-tiny stomach, and continues talking. "They're going to call you back for an ultrasound in about five minutes. You're not even old enough to drive yet. Surreal doesn't even begin to describe this situation. Let's just focus on the things that we can control. Hence—this appointment."

I grin when I hear her recite a line from our show, but I don't point it out. My mind is way too pre-occupied for that.

Soon, I look out the window to see Shay's silver Prius pull into the clinic's parking lot. I know that I have to tell her what I feel, despite Troian's advice.

"She's here." I say.

Troian glances at me. "They all are." She reminds me.

And I put on my big-girl face. I can do this.

That was chapter 7, guys! I'm sorry it was short, I just didn't have a lot of Ideas. Feel free to tell me how crappy it was in your Reviews. Lol xD Anyway, give me feedback, and I promise the next chapter will be more interesting.

Also—OH MY EMISON! 5x05 of PLL was Amazing! :) And so, I'm debating on whether to turn this into a SaShay (Sasha and Shay) story! Let me know if you think I should! 3 ~LittleLiarLovesEmily