A/N: Hey! Long time, no see, I know. Sorry about that. I was having trouble deciding what to do and I never really had the time to do it. It's almost kinda embarrassing, I guess, to go back and do it this way after I started it the other way, but I just wasn't into the other way. I didn't feel like it was fun anymore or anything. Anyways, I think this is the best to take it through their teen years and stuff, so ya'll tell me what ya'll think! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All WWE superstars or anything else that has to do with the WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. I own nothing except for the OC's. All TNA stars and anything that has to do with TNA belongs to Jerry and Jeff Jarrett. I merely own the OC's.

A Big Mistake When We Get There

John stepped inside the locker room, a sullen expression on his face. He closed the door behind himself and stopped as he tried to gather his thoughts. He stared down at the ground, unable to find the right words to say.

"I'm 17." John looked up when Randy started to talk after a moment's silence. John was silent as he waited for Randy to continue and listened to the rain fall softly onto the building, "I just got accepted into a wrestling school." Randy had to hold back the tears that he felt as he thought about all of his dreams going down the drain, "I can't train to wrestle when I've got a family to feed. I killed every dream I ever had in one night. And I don't know what to do. I mean, how am I gonna support the kid." He kept his gaze on the ground as he spoke, "No minimum wage job will be enough."

John nodded, even though he knew that Randy wasn't looking at him. He looked around and grabbed his and Randy's lettermen jackets. He threw Randy his and put his own on, "C'mon. I need to get something out of my car." He said as he got his keys out of his bag, which was right next to the door.

Randy put his jacket on, not really caring why John wanted him to come with, "Where's Amanda?" He asked as he followed John out the door.

John walked down the hallway a bit ahead of Randy, "She's in the girl's locker room with Jayden, explaining everything. I figured she'd need a girl to talk to some."

The rest of the walk to the car was silent. The two boys stepped out two double-doors and entered the student-parking lot. They looked around for John's Black SUV. Once spotting it, they walked through the rain and the mud and made there way to the car and got in: John on the drivers' side and Randy on the passengers' side.

John fumbled through the glove compartment before pulling out a shoebox. He stared at it for a minute before handing it to Randy, "Here. Take it."

Randy took the box from John and stared at it. It felt kind of heavy, which kind of worried him, "What's this?"

John stared ahead out the windshield at the cars that passed by as everyone was leaving. John's match had been the last match, "It's yours."

Randy opened the box and his eyes widened at what he saw, "Jesus Christ, John. What the hell?" He stared at the box in shock.

John kept his gaze straight ahead, "It's all of the money that I've saved up from my job. I never spent any of it. I was saving it for a wrestling school, but you need it more than I do."

Randy stared at the box, "John, there's gotta be more that a thousand dollars in here. That's way more than a wrestling school."

John laughed a little to himself, "There's more than that in there. I was gonna use it to buy a small apartment for me and Jayden when we turned 18. But you're my friend and you need it more than I do."

Randy looked over at John in shock and disbelief, "Dude, I can't take this money. I wouldn't feel right about it."

John's gaze never changed, "Take it. I'm not asking you to. Put your stupid pride aside and take the crap. You've got a baby that you're gonna have to raise. I've got some other money stashed away. It's not as much, but it'll be enough."

"John—"

"Amanda's gonna need a ride home. She took a bus here." John said simply, cutting Randy's protest short.

Randy looked down at the money and put the top back on the box, "You think I'll ever make it to wrestlin'?"

John shrugged and smiled a little, "I didn't think me and you would make it to 17 with all of the trouble that we get into all the time. But we did." John thought about it for a second as he let everything sink in, "Maybe this is just a little setback or some kind of lesson. You'll never know unless you try to make it."

Randy looked down at the box as he got ready to get out and to go get Amanda, "I want it so bad. Thank you so much, man. This'll help a lot." He stopped as he thought about something, "My parents are gonna disown me."

John laughed a little, "They can't. You're their future third generation superstar."

Randy smiled a little, even though he still didn't see any chance of wrestling ever being in his future now, "Thanks, man. I'll see you later." He said before getting out and walking back toward the school through the now empty parking lot, minus his and John's cars.

Randy stopped in front of the girls' locker room door and stopped. He was almost scared to face Amanda. He'd done this to her. He'd gotten her into this. It suddenly hit him that she was going to be the one that everyone at school looked down on and whispered about, not him. She was going to be the one that had to walk through graduation, embarrassed by the fact that everyone knew she was pregnant. He felt ashamed now, almost. How could I do that to her?

Randy was about to knock when Amanda opened the door, her cheeks tear stained, "Hey, Randy." She said in a quiet, sad voice.

Randy tried to smile at her as he held back his own tears, scared of what the future held for him. He tried to speak, but couldn't find the words. Instead, he just hugged her tightly as she cried into his chest and the rain outside began to fall harder, "Sh. It's alright. It's alright." He tried to comfort her, though he knew that his words nothing more than that. Who was he kidding? Nothing would ever be the same again and nothing would ever be alright.

They were both silent as they just stood there in the hallway, unsure of what to say as Amanda regained her composure but didn't pull away from him, "We've gotta talk about this."

Amanda laughed slightly at her boyfriend's comment, "Really?" She replied sarcastically.

Randy rolled his eyes, "I was just sayin'…" he trailed off and looked around. He looked at Amanda and grabbed her hand, pulling her away, "C'mon. I'll drive you home." He said quietly hen she looked at him strangely.

She followed him out of the school and to his car, which was right beside the door. He quickly took his jacket off before they stepped outside and held it above Amanda until she was in the car before running to the other side of the car and getting in, the box John had given him in hand.

They sat there in silence for a moment, "Did you…ya know…use protection?" Amanda mumbled, staring at the floorboard.

Randy stared out the windshield at the brick wall of the school. He glanced at her and then looked at the wall, laughing slightly in slight disbelief, "No. I thought I'd just mess around without any and hope for the best." They both rolled their eyes at one another and glanced out their windows.

Randy thought about it for a moment as he stared out the window when he realized something, "Did you go to the doctor or use one of those EPTs or whatever?" He looked over at Amanda curiously, a glimmer of hope coming back to him.

"What?" Amanda looked over at him before shaking her head, "Not yet…how are we gonna tell our parents, though?" She asked, looking down at the console between their seats.

"We might not have to…" Randy chimed in almost nonchalantly.

Amanda's head snapped up to look at him as her eyes widened in disbelief, "What?"

Randy repeated himself without moving his gaze from the car radio as he turned it on and flipped through the channels, "Maybe we won't have to tell them." He said quietly and casually.

Amanda's jaw dropped in disbelief as she stared at her boyfriend, "What?" Her eyes shot to the radio as she shoved his hand away and shut it off. Randy's head snapped up to glare at her as she quickly continued in anger and annoyance, "What do you mean 'Maybe we won't have to tell them'?" She rolled her eyes, "Don't you think they're gonna notice if I've got a baby with baby blue eyes and brown hair attached to my hip, calling you daddy? I mean, they're old, Randy, but they're not stupid."

"Hold on! Jeez!" Randy cut in before his outraged girlfriend could continue, "Now you said that you did not go to the doctor, yet, right?" Amanda nodded apprehensively as she raised an eyebrow at him, "So…you might not even be pregnant. Those tests make mistakes, Amanda. So we go to the doctor, get you tested, and then, hopefully, we're off the hook." A smile grew on his face as he spoke, already convincing himself that it was all just a big mistake. His smile faded, though, as Amanda just stared at him. He waited for a reply, positive that she would slap him, but was shocked when she jumped across the seat to hug him, instead.

"Oh my gosh! You are such a genius! I love you! I love you! I so love you!" She kissed him repeatedly and hugged his neck as tight as she could. Neither of them wanted to even think of the possibility that the home tests had been right.

Amanda sat back in her seat as Randy put the car in reverse and backed out. He grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it, "So…we just wait to tell them until we're sure, right?" Randy looked over at Amanda as he pulled out of the parking lot and nodded, "Cool…" She mumbled, taking a deep breath as she sighed with relief. A sudden silence fell on them as Amanda tried to convince herself that that was all it was: A big mistake.

Randy made a left turn down a road lined by trees, only making the road darker, "Randy?"

The blue-eyed teen looked over at his girlfriend with a slight smile, "What if the tests were right?"

Randy forced a smile and kissed the top of her hand. He tried to think of something to say before finally choking out the words, "Then we'll worry about it when we get there…"

A/N: So, how was it? I don't know how good it was since I'm just getting started back after so long. Anyways, be honest and tell me how it was. I need to know how it was and all. I would've continued it the other way I had it, but I just didn't have any inspiration and it wasn't any fun anymore so much as it was frustrating, ya know? I think this is the best way, but I guess ya'll are really the ones who should decide that, huh? So, please review and tell me how it was…

R.I.P.

Eddie Guerrero

October 9, 1967-November 13, 2005

"Now the angels have to watch their wings."

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