AN: I KNOW it's not christmas anytime soon, but there we go, that's how the story pans out, lol. And I DID celebrate christmas in July this year (Don't ask)I'm rambling, so I'll shut up. Enjoy! x

Her mom had insisted they go out for a meal, and then out dancing in a club that didn't check IDs. Sam had done as much dancing as she could handle to keep her mom happy, but her heart wasn't into it, because she couldn't stop thinking about something.
"That was GREAT!" Grinned her mum, putting her purse down.
"Yeah, great…" Muttered Sam, taking her jacket off. "Mum…Can I ask you something?"
"Of course sweetheart! Ask me anything!" Said her mom, sitting on the sofa next to her.
"…How…How did you know when you were pregnant?" She asked, awkwardly.
"I was sick the whole pregnancy. Of course, your dad was no help at all." It was Sam's turn to laugh. "Speaking of your father." Her mom said, changing the subject. "His fashion business…Are you getting half of it? When you're old enough, I mean."
"What?!" Said Sam, confused. "Well…I don't know. I mean…I've never asked. It's never come up in conversation."
"But you deserve it!" Exploded her mom. "It's rightfully part yours!"
"Well...I guess." Stuttered Sam. "I'll...talk to him about it when I next see him, but I think I'm going to go to bed now." Her mom nodded and said goodnight.

As Jenna had imagined, at school the big gossip had been about her and Ryan, and about her stealing Sharpay's part in the show. Of course the cheerleaders made some big joke about her sleeping her way to the top, but she ignored them the best she could. She knew that none of them were ever really her friend, and that their opinions didn't matter. Sharpay had avoided her and Ryan all day as well, though Kelsi was with them the whole day, discussing the show. The more Jenna heard about it, the more excited she was about being part of it.
"So, the show sounds like it's nearly finished. From what Kelsi said, it's really good." Said Jenna as her and Ryan relaxed in her house.
"Yeah, I can't wait to start rehearsals." Smiled Ryan, hugging her. "Are you sure we should be here? Doesn't Harry hate me for me and Sam still?"
"Harry just...feels threatened by you being around." Said Jenna, laughing. "But him and Sam are cute together."
"Yeah, they're sweet." Jenna was surprised to hear Ryan say that, and gave him a weird look. "What! I used to be jealous. I used to be jealous of all couples until...me and you. Now I just look at them and think that could be me." Jenna blushed.
"That's so sweet." She giggled, leaning in to kiss him. Just as their lips touched, someone stormed into the room.
"Wow, back to your old tricks, I see. Nice to see you'll never change." Jenna muttered annoyed, and turned to face Lucille. Ryan looked between the two of them, and Jenna shook her head.
"I'll see you later, Ryan." She hugged him, and showed him to the door, before coming back in and replying calmly. "He's my boyfriend."
"Yeah but how many have held that title. It's a shame, he was such a nice boy."
"Look, I'm really trying to make an effort here. I'm sorry for what happened, I really am. But I'm not that person anymore."
"You're not sorry. And you haven't changed one bit. If you had one ounce of dignity you wouldn't have done it. You're a selfish, spoilt little girl, and that's all you'll ever be."
"Don't try and judge me. You don't even know me!" Argued Jenna, upset.
"I know you ripped my family apart. That's all I need to know." Snapped Lucille, leaving the room angrily.

Sam held her breath nervously when she heard a knock on the front door. She knew that was Harry, and she knew that they had things to talk about. Important things. Like the fact that her period was a week late, and she was terrified about what it meant. She was especially scared to tell him as his birthday was coming up soon, and she didn't want to wait until then to tell him. Bracing herself, she took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"Hey." She smiled, hugging him. "Thanks for coming over."
"I wanted to, I was worried when you missed school again today." Explained Harry, closing the door behind him. "How have things been with your mum?"
"They've been...great." Sam smiled, happily. "We've had lots of fun, and I can really talk to her. She's really easy to have serious discussions with."
"Serious discussions?" Asked Harry, confused. "What sort of discussions can you have with her that you can't have with me." Sam laughed.
"Well, she was talking about dad's business, and how I'm entitled to half of it." When Sam didn't laugh, Harry knew she meant it.
"...Entitled? Honey, me and Jenna aren't entitled to anything, and our dad has just as much money in the business as yours does."
"Yeah, but it makes sense, doesn't it? I mean, it'd give me a job to do when I'm old enough."
"Well...the whole conversation sounds like a gold digger talking if you ask me." Said Harry, instantly wishing he'd never said anything as Sam turned to glare at him.
"Excuse me?! She wasn't wanting the money for herself! She's just concerned about my future, moreso than my dad ever has been!"
"Well admit it. It does look a little suspicious her turning up out of the blue like this." Said Harry.
"She came to see me, I'm her daughter!"
"You've been her daughter all these years and she's never cared!" Harry suddenly felt a sharp sting around his face, and Sam glared back at him. She wasn't thinking about telling him about the missed period at all now. Right now, she never wanted to see him again.
"You're just jealous." She snapped, coldly.
"Of what." Said Harry, as calmly as possible. "Of a golddigger? I'm just trying to look out for you Sam--"
"No! Because I have a mum!" Harry went quiet, and Sam knew she shouldn't have said that. "No, Harry wait I didn't--"
"I know exactly what you meant. My mums dead and yours isnt. Big woop. Thanks a lot." Harry wiped his eyes and turned to the front door. "See you around, Sam." Before Sam could apologise again, he was gone. Sam spent what felt like hours afterwards crying. She never meant to say anything like that to him, she was just angry that he would say something like that about her mother. After what felt like an eternity, she felt a pair of arms around her, hugging her tightly.
"Mum...I...I have a big problem." She managed to stutter out. "...I don't know what to do. B-but..." Sam took a big gulp of air before saying. "I think I might be pregnant." Her mom stayed silent for a while, and she was worried about what she'd say, but then she smiled warmly.
"Well...It's okay. Have you taken a test?" Sam shook her head. "Well don't worry. I'm here now I can help. More help than your dad would be in a situation like this. We'll go and take a test now." Sam nodded silently, and followed her mom to the car.

Harry lay on his bed, very upset, despite it being him and Jenna's birthdays. He had stayed awake most of the night thinking about Sam, and trying to work out a way to make things up to her, but he couldn't think of anything. There was a slight knock on the door, and Harry felt someone lie on the bed with him, and hug him.
"Happy birthday." Said Jenna, softly, clearly as upset.
"Not anything happy about it..." Muttered Harry, hugging her back. "Me and Sam had a massive row so I don't plan on leaving this bed ever again."
"Well...If it helps I got an earful from Lucille yesterday about what an awful human being I am." Jenna thought for a second. "He won't have remembered it's our birthday." Harry sat up and shrugged.
"He just figures we'll do it all for ourselves, doesn't he? I don't expect any cards or presents or...anything this year." Jenna nodded in agreement before her phone rang. "You should get that.."
"Thanks...I'll see you later." Jenna replied, leaving the room. She knew that when Harry was upset, especially if it was over Sam, then it was best to leave him to stew for a while. Eventually, he'd make the right decision and go and see her. Opening the phone, Jenna smiled when she saw it was Ryan. "Hey!" She smiled into the phone.
"Hey, happy birthday." He said. "I'm hoping I'm the first person to say that?"
"You are indeed, it's nice someone remembered. Got a fat pile of nothing from my dad as usual." She heard Ryan laugh.
"Well I'll have to tell you about your joint birthday and christmas gift down the phone as you should probably start packing."
"What?" Asked Jenna, confused. "A holiday? Ryan, we've not even been dating that long--"
"It's no trouble I wanted to spoil you! Our family have a log cabin over by a ski resort...They said I could have it over christmas." Jenna grinned.
"Really? Just the two of us?"
"Yeah. It's...a really romantic place." Said Ryan, nervously.
"That sounds...amazing." Jenna gushed, trying to picture the cabin, but it just looked like all the ones she'd seen in cheesey christmas music videos. "When do we leave?"
"Tonight. I'll come and pick you up this evening. Love you." He added, before both ended the phone call.

Sam stared down at her breakfast, feeling too sick to even attempt to eat any of it. All Sam could picture was the blue line which showed on the pregnancy test she had taken. This was really happening. She was pregnant, and she wasn't talking to the father. Looking up at the calendar, she realised the date, and sighed.
"It's Harry's birthday." She said eventually, pushing the plate away from herself before she threw up at the smell. She sipped a cup of tea her mom had made her, after explaining it would settle her stomach a little. "I haven't got him anything. I haven't even spoken to him since our argument last night."
"Well that doesn't matter!" Replied her mom. "You have more important things to think about. Like your health and the health of your baby! Just don't worry about him."
"But it is his...And it's his birthday I shouldn't be ignoring him."
"No, I will not have you worrying about him." She said, sternly. "In fact, I think you need a break from this whole place. Why don't you come over to Spain with me for Christmas?"
"Spain?" Sam grew a little worried. She knew her mom lived there, but she never thought about going there herself. And she'd spent ever Christmas nearly seeing Harry, how could she break with the tradition. "I mean...Are you sure I should? It'll make me feel even more sick."
"Nonsense! It's a lot more laid back in Spain, you're going to love it. I can book the flights today to leave tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow? But isn't that a bit short notice? What about dad..."
"I'll deal with your father, he doesn't exactly care where you go anyway does he! So are we going?" Sam knew she wanted to spend more time with her mom, and she figured it'd give her a chance to think about how she was going to tell Harry about the baby.
"Alright then...sure. I'll go and pack some things." Excited, her mom left to make the arrangements, and Sam sighed, hugging her stomach, silently promising she'd talk to Harry eventually so that they didn't end up like her mom and dad.

Jenna was having her own dilemma, although it was a significantly less important one than Sam. She couldn't work out which sweaters to pack, and she had no idea how many clothes she should bring in the first place. Her suitcase was already overpacked, and she hadn't fit in half as much as she wanted to. Just as she was sitting on top of the suitcase, looking around her room trying to work out what else she needed, she jumped as her phone rang. Jumping up she grabbed it happily, and though she didn't recognise the number, she hoped it was Ryan.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me." Came the voice. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth dried up.
"...D-Dougie." She stuttered, shocked to hear his voice. She hadn't spoken to him since Carrie told him about her sleeping with the basketball team, but it didn't mean she cared about him any less. She had only moved on because she thought she didn't have any other choice.
"Thought I'd call because...well, it's your birthday."
"You didn't need to." Said Jenna. 'You shouldn't want to after what I did to you.' she thought, but didn't want to say anything in case it made him hang up.
"I know. But I really, really wanted to." He said. There was a long silence. "It's a...shame you can't be back here for christmas. Both of you."
"Yeah...Is it...snowing?" 'What a stupid thing to say, Jenna!' she thought, slapping her head.
"No not yet. Hopefully it will." More painful silence. "Well um, I just wanted to say happy birthday and...merry christmas. I've taken up enough of your time, I should go."
"Oh um, okay. Can I...save your number?" She asked, hopefully.
"Yeah, go for it. Merry christmas. Again." Jenna smiled.
"Merry Christmas Dougie. Bye." She hung up, and already she was wishing it was Dougie she was going away with, and not Ryan. Rubbing her head, she took a deep breath and continued packing, knowing that Ryan would be coming for her soon.

Sam had trouble keeping up with her mom as she followed her through the busy airport. It was Christmas Eve, and the airport was full of families and businessmen trying to get home in time for Christmas Day.
"I feel sick again." Said Sam, taking a breather. Her mom turned to face her.
"Just take deep breaths, you've already been sick twice today."
"I just hate feeling like this. Maybe I...shouldn't fly like this." She said quickly, trying to find excuses that would keep her at home, and near Harry.
"You can! Just think of the baby."
"I don't even know if I want this baby!" Sam grabbed hold of her mom's arm to stop her hurrying ahead of her again. "I'm so young! And dad wouldn't be happy about it at all."
"So? It's your life, not his! But remember, he needs to help you out with money. Harry too when it's born, you'll need some form of child support."
"...Maybe." The more she spoke to her mom, the more she thought about how right Harry's words were. "How long am I going to be staying with you? I might just tell Harry...just so he knows."
"Well you could always come and live with me?" Her mom smiled brightly. "It'd be so amazing to have you there with me. We can get you a tutor for the rest of the school year, and it'll mean I can help you get settled with the baby!" Sam felt suffocated. She couldn't see her future in a weeks time, let alone nine months down the line when there was a baby to take care of, especially if it involved being in a strange country with a women she barely even knew. Sam took deep breaths.
"I just need some air for a minute. We've got a few hours until the flight, I won't be long." Before her mom could argue with her, she rushed out of the airport. Despite the strange glances she was receiving, she burst into tears, hugging herself. She didn't want to go to Spain, she wanted to stay here with her friends and family, and the people she could trust. She was in deep thought when her phone rang. Wiping her eyes, she saw Harry's number. "Hey." She sniffed.
"Sam? Where are you?"
"At the airport...I told you about going to stay with my mum..."
"Yeah but, where?"
"I dont know. Outside the departure entrance..I feel really bad. About going away and leaving you."
"Well, what if I came and got you?"
"There's no way. My mums got my stuff and she won't get me a ride home." Suddenly she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist and hold her.
"Then I will." Came Harry's voice, hugging her tightly. "...Come home." At that, Sam burst into tears, and clutched onto Harry, tightly.
"I'm so, so sorry about what I said about your mum." She sobbed. "I didn't mean it." Harry stroked her hair.
"...Let's not worry about that for now. Let's just get you home."
"I don't really wanna go home." Sam sniffed. "...I don't see why it wouldn't be okay, but the Evans family have a log cabin. I can ask Sharpay if we can go there. Be a nice place to spend christmas alone together." Harry kissed her, and smiled.
"Whatever you want."

Jenna and Ryan had just got to the log cabin, and were having a good time. After helping Ryan to unload the firewood from the car, the pair messed around trying to make a fire in the fireplace, and now it was lit, they were sitting with eachother on the sofa, underneath a blanket.
"You know, it's pretty romantic up here." Ryan observed. Someone had set the cabin up for them by making their beds, and had even put a christmas tree in the corner of the room.
"So how many properties do your parents own?" Jenna asked
"Oh, just home, here, and the beach house in Malibu. It's more for mom and dad when they want a vacation away from everything."
"Oh..." Said Jenna, not knowing what else to add to the conversation. She felt bad, but still she couldn't get the conversation with Dougie off of her mind. She felt bad, but she missed him too much to leave things the way they were. 'Someone, just give me a sign that I should go and see him.' Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on the door.
"Who could that be?" Wondered Ryan, getting up.
"Maybe Sharpay decided to spend christmas with us." Joked Jenna. Ryan looked nervous. Opening the door, he and Jenna both grew confused to see Sam and Harry standing there. "Sorry! Sharpay told us you were here and well, it was a choice of coming here for christmas, or spending it with Harry's dad and Lucille. No wonder you wanted to get out of there, Jenna." Said Sam, looking in. "Can we stay?"
"No!" Said Jenna, coming to the door. How would she be able to handle christmas stuck in a room with Ryan and his ex girlfriend?
"No, it's fine. You've driven all this way. And we have a spare room anyway." Explained Ryan, opening the door fully allowing them to come in. "Jenna, it's okay, right?"
"Um yeah, sure." She muttered. "Um, Ryan, can I speak to you quickly? In private?" Ryan nodded, and followed Jenna into the kitchen.

"What's up?" He asked. Jenna bit her lip, and couldn't look at him. She knew what he'd think when she said what she had to. That she hadn't changed from the girl everyone thought she was.
"I...got a phonecall today. From my ex boyfriend. The one I...never thought I'd speak to again." She looked up to see if Ryan was taking any of this in, and from the confused look on his face, she knew he wasn't. "He...Sounded really upset that I wasn't there so...I'm going to get a cab to the airport and...go and see him."
"...Oh." Was Ryan's only answer.
"I'm so sorry Ryan. After everything you've done for me, I feel awful..."
"No it's fine, it's not like I paid for this gift." He said, laughing weakly. Jenna smiled sadly.
"You'll make someone...an amazing husband one day, I'm sure."
"Doubt that." He said, looking out into the hall where Sam was sitting with Harry. "...I think I missed out on my only good chance." Jenna saw where he was looking, and understood what he meant. She gave him a hug, and left to get the first flight she could to England.

In the middle of the night, Sam wondered down into the kitchen area of the cabin looking for something to drink, and right now, she was really craving some juice. As she closed the refridgerator door, she nearly jumped to see someone sitting at the table. Flicking the light on, she gasped.
"Ryan, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" She said, sitting across from him. "Where's Jenna gone?"
"...She's gone to the airport." He said, calmly. "Her ex boyfriend wanted to see her or something. So she's gone to England."
"Hey, you're too good for her. And I'm not just saying that, you completely are." She said, reaching across the table to hold his hand. "You'd never cheat on anybody, you're a great boyfriend, and you're a really nice guy. No girl is good enough for you."
"...I know one who was." He muttered, not looking up at her. But Sam had heard what he said. Looking around the room for something to change the subject, Sam spotted something over by the door. She knew what she was about to say was wrong, but with her hormones all over the place, and the stress of lying about the baby, she caved in.
"...Hey look. Mistletoe." She pointed to it. "Christmassy, huh?"
"Yeah. Guess that's going to go to waste." He sighed.
"Oh." Pouted Sam. Ryan looked at her face, and laughed.
"Unless...you wanna? Just one? For old times sake?" Sam smiled a little.
"Sure, I guess." She leant in, and they started kissing. However, Sam felt herself not wanting to pull away, and she could sense that neither did Ryan. It wasn't until they heard the front door slam closed that Sam knew what was going on. "Oh god, did Harry see?"
"I don't know, Sam I'm so sorry--" Began Ryan, but Sam had already rushed out to the hall, and flung the front door open herself.

"Harry!" She called, seeing him a little further down the path, near his car.
"Don't worry, I'm leaving! You can get your alone time!" He snapped, throwing open the car door. Thinking on her feet, Sam sprinted towards him and pulled the keys from the ignition.
"There! Now you can't leave without talking to me."
"Give me them back, Sam. If you don't want to be with me then just say!"
"He was upset, it was supposed to just be a small peck to cheer him up!" She argued, hugging her stomach. 'Oh please don't let him leave me...'
"I don't believe you."
"Well believe this! You're too good for me, Harry, I know that! But I don't want anyone else to have you, and I don't want to be with anyone else either!"
"Why! Give me one good reason why I should stay if you're going to be kissing other guys!" Sam tried to form the words in her head so many times over the past few days, but when it came to actually telling him, they all just flowed out.
"Harry, I've got something really important to tell you and it's serious. And I know this is the worst day I could ever tell you this but...I'm pregnant." Harry froze, and stepped out of the car, in shock, to stand opposite Sam. "I...haven't known for very long but...I felt ill lately." Harry hugged her, still in complete shock.
"You mean, you're...and I'm gonna..." Sam nodded into his chest.
"...I don't know what to do now. My mum wanted me to not tell you yet and move over there...But...we're too young, aren't we?"
"Look Sam, I'll support you and love you with whatever you choose to do. You know that." He reassured, wiping her tears with his thumb. She looked straight into his eyes.
"Do you want a baby?" She whispered. He nodded almost immediately. "Because...I don't think I could kill something that's ours. Even if we are too young."
"...So..we're going to do this." Smiled Harry, wanting a confirmation. Sam nodded, smiling gently.
"As long as we're in this together. I can't do this alone. This is it. If we have this baby...That's it forever." Harry kissed her gently as the snow started to fall.
"Sam, baby or no baby, I was planning on us being forever anyway."

AN: EIGHT FRIKKIN PAGES?! That's insane! I swear I have never wrote a chapter this long in my entire life! So I hope you haven't fallen asleep at the length, and if you're interested, we have 8 chapters left! It's all about the 8's :p