Teardrops

Chapter Ten

Getting Too Much;

Miley held Ryan's hand tightly as he lay down breathing slowly. Weeping softly, she was in pain for him. Something was wrong with him and she needed to know what soon. It was eating away at her inside.

Crying along with her silently, Ryan felt withdrawn inside. The constant desire to die, the afflicting agony and the fear tore him apart. He knew that something was wrong with him. No, he wasn't worried about the drugs. Something far more perplexing troubled him. It would take a very long time to recover from, if not months. He needed to know what was wrong, soon.

Doctor Avery entered the hospital room with a notebook in his hand. He stood in front of Ryan and Miley, exposing the long awaited bad news.

"D-Depression?" Ryan choked out, feeling his blood pulsing rapidly.

Looking over at Miley, he gave her a solemn look. He felt her squeeze

his hand tighter. Her cries increased, and so did his.

Miley sat beside Ryan as he prepared to take the antidepressant pills.

She was afraid for him. All she wanted was for him to feel better. Reading through the information along with him, she felt anxious. "Look at all these dangerous side effects..." She spoke softly.

Ryan surveyed her worried expression and kissed her nose lightly. "Don't worry baby, this will make me feel better." Picking the medication up, he swallowed them, feeling the hard substance move down his throat. He took a sip of the water in front of him.

Clutching onto Ryan's hand, Miley lay her head on his shoulder. "I-I

want you to be okay more than anything," She whispered. "I love you

so much." Picking her head up, she kissed him passionately.

Kissing Miley made him feel joyful. His sadness seemed to fade away.

Whether it was the medicine or just Miley, it was working well. "I love

you too." Ryan whispered back before kissing her again. A tingling sensation made butterflies arise in his stomach, and he deepened the kiss.

Brendon walked into his house, noticing Ryan and Miley kissing. Furious, he coughed intentionally. When they pulled away, he glared at Ryan. "Leighton told me what happened! You effing drugatic! I don't want you seeing Miley anymore!"

"You can't control who I date!" Miley argued. "he had depression, but he has meds now so shut up!" She yelled, defending Ryan.

"So what? He still took drugs!" Brendon countered. "I don't trust him

to be near you anymore."

"Well I don't give a freaking crap what you think!" Miley screamed at

Brendon. "Come on Ry...let's go elsewhere." She murmured to Ryan,

pulling him towards upstairs.

Brendon sighed as he watched Miley and Ryan head up to her room.

"She'll never learn." He mumbled to himself.

Entering her room, Miley locked the door. She sat next to Ryan, staring into his eyes. Brushing her hand lightly along his body, she kissed him softly. Deepening the kiss, she pulled Ryan on top of her, causing her to fall back on the bed.

Ryan placed his hand on her cheek and caressed it gently. He kissed

her neck softly and began trailing kisses up to her lips. Placing a passionate kiss upon her plump, pink lips, his heart zoomed.

Miley's body jolted in ecstasy. Slowly, she began to remove her shirt,

then her pants. Soon enough she completely stripped herself. Unbuttoning Ryan's shirt, she pulled it off. She deepened their kiss.

A pinch of anxiety swept over him as Miley removed his clothes. Reluctantly, he pulled away from their kiss. "Miles...we can't...I don't have protection." Ryan whispered to her.

"Don't worry about that." Miley whispered seductively. Before Ryan could answer, she reconnected her lips with his, pulling him tighter to

her body.

"Mmm." Ryan moaned softly, pushing himself down harder.

"Damn, you're amazing." Miley mumbling in between their lips before biting down on his.

Ryan moaned louder. "No, you are." He beamed, kissing her nose cutely. His kisses trailed down to her lips. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, they're saliva mixed into one.

A few days later Miley felt anxious as she stepped into school. She remembering that night in full detail. Ryan, the amazing love and...the lack of protection used. Pregnancy was something that seemed so far off yet so close. She felt like her life was moving too quickly.

Chelsea sped up to Miley as she saw her walking in the hallway. "Hey

hey Miley!" A little too much coffee made her perky in the morning.

Remembering what happened in the hospital, she calmed down a bit.

"is Ryan alright?"

Miley looked up at Chelsea, tears forming in her eyes. "C-Can we talk…please?" She begged. Her worries made her nervous. Therefore, she was in desperate need of someone to talk to.

"Of course Miley!" Chelsea answered, willing to talk to her. "come on." She led Miley to an empty bathroom. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, she looked back at Miley. "What did you need to talk about?"

Miley looked helplessly at Chelsea. Her nerves seemed to be ticking.

As badly as she wanted to tell Chelsea, she was afraid that it would

get out to Ryan. There was no escape though; she had no idea what

to do. Standing there, thinking, she was silent.

"Miles?" Chelsea cooed, putting her hand on her shoulder. "you can tell me." She hugged the lightly crying teen.

"Just promise me that you won't tell anyone..." Miley pleaded, scared.

"not Ryan or even Leighton..."

"Okay, I promise." Chelsea swore kindly. "What is it Miles...tell me. I

won't judge." She let out a small, loving smile.

"Okay..." Miley closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Tell her. She forced herself. Biting down on her tongue, she shook a bit. "I..." She paused her a second as Chelsea waited for her to go on. "I'm pregnant."

Chelsea looked at Miley shocked. She couldn't believe what she just

heard. Pregnant? Ryan's on drugs...and suicidal. She's only in high school. They can't raise a baby on their own.