A/N: This is just a quick chapter to keep you guys interested, and Sorry I haven't updated in a bit. My sister took her computer away so I have had no way to write. Well I hope you enjoy, and I think I figured out where I want this story to go.

Oh and I asked my cousin that's in the army and he said that you can't date anyone younger than the age of 16. So in the army its sort of legal, and in the real world its kind of not. It's confusing. Lol

My fingers trembled as I unfolded the instructional piece of paper. My eyes scanned all over the huge piece of paper in front of my face until I finally came across the answer to my question. It just wasn't the answer I was looking for.

I could feel my eyes began to swell, a burning sensation hit them and before I knew it I was on the floor crying. My life was over. College was no option now; I couldn't raise a baby, and go to school full time without some help and I knew my father was going to murder John when he found out. I could feel my heart pound as if I were having a heart attack. My weeps then became known; Aunt Sarah opened the door bending to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Blue means Pregnant" I cried out to her, my hands shaking as they held my face. "Blue means pregnant" I reiterated, unsure on what else to tell her.

"Shhh…Shhh…Everything is going to be okay" She cooed, trying her best to calm me down but there was no stopping this river of tears. She helped me up onto my feet, but standing just made me feel nauseous. Not the pregnant nauseous, but the disgusted nauseous. The kind I got when I watched John leave, but this was worse.

"Lets talk about this" She cooed, as she let me into my bedroom.

"What's to talk about? I ruined my life" I cried out, as I crawled onto my bed and wrapped myself into my comforter.

"You're life isn't ruined. It's bruised. This is a speed bump" She sat down next to me and patted my head.

"What to you mean it's bruised? Kids are like a million dollars. I can't afford it. And my dad, and John, how the heck am I going to tell them?" I buried my face into my comforter and wept.

"Everything will be fine, you're life wont be over" Aunt Sarah's fingers ran though my hair, but no words could calm down my nerves.

"Yes it will be" I didn't want to look at her because I didn't want to see the disappointment. "The next time I see John I will be six months pregnant, he's never going to love me the same" I cried, I didn't want to loose the bond between John and I; and I certainly didn't want John to think I was doing this to keep him around.

"If John really loves you, then his feelings won't change when he sees you" Her voice sounded promising, forcing me to believe her.

"Okay, but I just want to be alone" I whined. I was generally not a whiner, but this was a situation that anyone would complain in. I knew that this was no one else's fault besides John and me.

I turned onto my back, placing my hands on my stomach and staring up at the ceiling. What happened to me? That's all I could think about. I was a baby, having a baby, it wasn't right.

My fingers trailed along my stomach. Everything about being a parent scared me. I had a hard enough time taking care of myself, taking care of another living being was going to be something new; something that terrified me.

I debated in my head about telling Kevin, then I came to the conclusion that he deserved to know. He was the only real friend I had here, and this was information that I knew he would keep confidential. Well, until it became noticeable.

I feel asleep with my eyes red and tears dried up on my face. There was no real description on how I felt, but it words I would have to say it was the worst feeling a teenager could go though.

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I woke up the next day around noon. I was glad that Aunt Sarah allowed me to skip school. I would not be able to handle school at this state. I rose from my bed, my hands wiping my face while I let out a long, drawn out yawn.

I stood up and walked over to my mirror. My fingers running though my hair as I examined my body. I didn't know what was going to happen to me with a human living inside me. And I was unsure if my small body could take all the extra weight. My whole life I had always been under weight and with an extra 20 pounds I was going to be in for a big shock.

I stuck my stomach out as far as I could to see what I looked like pregnant, and I didn't like what I saw; because what I saw was what I looked like pregnant.

"Savannah" I heard a soft whisper from the door. It was Aunt Sarah; her head was barley poking though the door. "Are you awake?" She whispered again.

"Yeah I am fully awake" I sighed, walking over to her and opening the door further.

"You have a visitor" She shrugged and walked away.

"Who is it?" I asked following her out in curiosity. I followed into the living room where I saw Kevin standing there, anxiously and awkwardly.

"Hey Kevin" I pulled off the best smile I could. I was a mess at the moment and my face was still red from crying.

"I didn't see you at school today, and I got worried that maybe you were sick or something" He pulled his hand from his back and handed over a small bunch of flowers.

I smiled, taking the flowers and taking a deep breath in. It was exactly what I needed. I glimpse of refreshment.

"Thanks Kevin, but I'm not sick." I walked into the kitchen and placing them into a vase, then turning to face him.

"Oh, just playing hookie?" Kevin laughed as he walked closer to me.

"No" I sighed, looking down.

"Then what is it? Is everything alright with John and you're father?" His voice was genuine with concern.

"No…No… They are fine" I looked away, I was unaware of how to approach the subject but I knew I would have to get it over with then do it 3 more times.

"Then what is it?" He got close to me, his hand resting on my shoulder.

"Well…" I shrugged his hand off; I didn't want to be touched at the moment. Kevin stepped back, knowing obviously that I needed my own personal space.

"What?" His eyebrow rose as he leaned against the counter.

"I uh, I'm pregnant" I turned away from him. I didn't want to see his face; he would never look at me the same ever again.

I heard a quivery sigh come from behind me. It was filled with disappointment but also filled with sympathy. A few tears fell from my eyes, rolling down my cheek like drops of rain.

"Savannah" He approached me, his hand shaking as he turned my shoulder to face him. Before I could say anything he pulled me into a hug. He didn't need to say anything else. It felt nice to be able to tell someone my issues and not be judged. I wrapped my arms tight around his waist, his around my neck. He was my best friend. I just prayed he didn't think any more of it.

I don't know how long we stood there for, but all I knew was that I felt better. I would just feel even better if I could find a way to tell John.

"I don't know how to tell anyone" I wept dry tears.

"Call, Call him. Didn't you get a phone number?"

"Yeah…"

"Then call"

"But I'm scared" I stepped away from him and sat up on the counter top.

"Would you rather tell him on the phone, or wait till he gets back and your six months pregnant"

"On the phone" I sighed, grabbing the kitchen phone and dialed the number.

"Now press talk"

"I can't" I looked at him, tears in my eyes.

"Do it Savannah. I know you can." He pushed the phone closer to my face.

"Okay" I slowly pressed my thumb to the talk button.

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring

"Oh looks like no one is answering, I guess I should hang up." I tore the phone away from my face, but it was too late. John had already answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey John, its Savannah… I need to talk to you"