Falling Fast
DOUBLE CHAPTER UPDATE 'CAUSE DAVID COOK IS BEAST YO!
Disclaimer
I only own Hannah Montana in my dreams. However, I do own everything that you don't recognize. Tee hee.
Chapter #9
Worries are Worthless
"Traci, my dad wants to meet me for dinner, and it's all the way across the mall, so I better go." I told her.
"I'll come with." She told me, "I need to go across too, there's this ice cream store on that side and I've heard one of the servers is very cute." I laughed and we headed across the mall. It was fun to be "normal" and "famous" at the same time.
FALLING FAST
"I'm a lucky girl, whose dreams came true. But underneath it all I'm just like you." I belted, feeling the rush as the crowd erupted into cheers. "Thank ya'll! You know, this has been one amazing birthday. And what made it so great was getting to spend it with my fans. Now, I want to give a little of that back to you. I think it ya'll clap loud enough; my daddy would be willing to do a little duet with me. Let me hear you clap in one, two…" The room filled with whoops and cheers. Daddy ran on stage, giving me a big bear hug before turning to face the over-flowing stadium.
"Before we star, I'd just like to thank ya'll for lovin' and supportin' my baby girl. It means the world to us that you came out here today, and this is our way of saying thank-you. Without further ago, let's sing a song that I've never bothered to learn the line dance to!" Again, cheers filled the stadium, as well as some laughter. Behind us, the mega-speakers began to blare the infectious rhythm.
"You
can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes
when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've
been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone" he sang, letting
me pick it up.
"You
can tell my arms to go back onto the phone
You can tell my feet to
hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They
won't be reaching out for you no more"
Then
he joined in, and we sang together, "But don't tell my heart, my
achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you
tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this
man
Ooo"
Then
he soloed again, "You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
Or
you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff
who's fist can tell my lips
He never really liked me anyway"
He
handed the mike back to me for, "Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell
anything you please
Myself already knows that I'm okay
Oh you
can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out
on me today"
"But
don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd
understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He
might blow up and kill this man
Ooo" we sang together, then I
let him have his moment.
"But
don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd
understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He
might blow up and kill this man
Ooo" then he handed it over to
me.
"Don't
tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this
man
Ooo" and finally, we sang together:
"Don't
tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this
man
Ooo"
Again, the cheers were deafening. We gave our final bows and ran off stage, laughing
FALLING FAST
That night after the concert was my Hannah birthday party. It was crazy, and fun for most people. Me on the other hand, I spent the entire time worrying.
My period was two weeks late.
It could have been stress, and under normal circumstances I would have just blown it off as nothing, but this time nagging suspicions lingered at the edge of my conscious. My life hadn't really been all that stressful recently, and my only real problem was my constant silent war with Lily. But then there was the fact that I couldn't quite remember if Owen and I had used protection. My bet was on "not", making things all the worse. I mean, I certainly didn't carry any, and no one else at the party would have any either, or at least have given it away. So did Owen carry any? Somehow, he didn't strike me as that kind of guy.
I spent the first hour of the party playing the role of "hostess" I was all false-smiles and fake-hugs as I clutched my lemonade and greeted my guests. Most people seemed to accept this as normal and moved on, but not Mary, my close cousin visiting from out of town. As my former best friend, she immediately caught on to my façade. As the person she is, her begging me to tell her what was up was blunt and hard to ignore. Finally, I caved. She dragged me down the hall to a secluded bathroom in the nearly-empty restaurant of the hotel whose ballroom we were renting out.
"Spill." She demanded as I jumped onto the counter.
"There's nothing up." I answered, not looking her in the eye.
"I'm you're best friend and you're not gonna fool me."
"Really Mary," I exclaimed, "nothing's wrong."
"We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Your choice." She threatened, jangling her purse evilly. I didn't even want to know what was in there. Sighing, I pushed myself off of the counter. Kneeling, I checked under each and every bathroom stall, making sure no one was there to eavesdrop. Resigned, I walked over to my cousin, pushed back her red hair and cupped my hand around her right ear.
I whispered, "I think I might be pregnant."
"WHAT!?" she screamed, bursting my eardrum in the process.
"Ow!" I complained, holding my ear.
"Sorry." She whispered guiltily. "What?" she whispered. "When? Where? Who?"
"Halloween. A party, with alcohol. Owen Oken." I answered bluntly as tears seemed to crawl behind my eyes.
"We have to confirm this." She insisted, taking charge. That's the thing about Mary, she might be a year younger than me, but she's the one you want to be around in a crisis. She gave me a quick hug and the order to "stay" before disappearing. A minute later she reappeared, a small, thin box in hand.
"Oh no, I'm not taking that!" I insisted, waving her off.
"Do you want me to make you." Not wanting to imagine that scenario, I grabbed the box and followed the instructions. A minute later, I opened the door again. "How long?" she asked, poking the directions. I skimmed the paper.
"Five minutes." I answered, glaring at the stick. Suddenly, the door swung open. Instinctively, I dropped the stick and it's instructions into my purse.
"Miley!" Aunt Dolly exclaimed, waving me forward. "Everyone's lookin' fer yew."
"Then I better get out there." I answered, putting on a brave smile. I zipped up my purse and marched out.
FALLING FAST
I didn't get another free moment for the rest of the party, and that night I was so exhausted that I couldn't bear to look at the results, because either way I knew I'd get worked up over them, whatever they were.
Author's Note
Results next chapter. Sorry this one was so short, I worked for forever on it, and it gave me writer's block!
One-third of the way there! Woo-hoo! It 'twas my sis's bat mitzvah yesterday! Fun, but I'm dead on my feet!