A/N: Hi, guys. Welcome to day two. Now, before we get started, I'm going to try and power through this, because I'm physically drained and spacy as hell, so if today isn't as good as I'd hoped, I'm sorry in advance. And another thing…If yesterday was any indication, today's not going to be a very pretty chapter. It's going to get pretty heavy. Like…We're going to need a hug afterward. Or you'll have pitchforks and torches outside my inbox. I'll be waiting at the bottom.

Rhiannon was always so strong. I don't think I ever saw her crumble and in all seriousness, I never thought I would. Between the two of us, I was the screwed up one, she was the strong one. When I had come out of the hospital once, I had a little panic attack that evolved into me crying hysterically for no particular reason. Mom and Dad had no idea how to make me stop. Their stellar idea of telling me to stop seemed so foolproof. Telling someone that was just in a major car accident to walk it off would have the same effect.

Luckily, Rhiannon was home. I bawled my eyes out in solitude until she came in to take care of me. I was falling apart and Rhiannon put me back together. I remember her telling me, in that moment, that she could be strong enough for the both of us. Ever since that day, I always knew I could lean on Rhiannon no matter what.

"Rhiannon," I sat up in my bathtub, "What are you doing at a doctor's office? Are you ok?"

"I don't know," she freaked, "I'd kill a man for a joint right now, but I probably shouldn't. I need something, anything to mellow me out. I don't think the nurse has any Xanax."

"Alright, look," I tried to calm her down, "I'm not going to be able to help you until I know what's going on. And in order for you to tell me, I need to get you settled down first. Tell me what you did last night."

"Last night?"

"Last night." If I can distract her well enough, it'll get her to relax, "Every little detail."

"Last night," Rhiannon told me, "I went out. I got some Chinese and ice cream."

"What did you order?" I asked.

"Chow mein," she ran me through her usual order, "Sweet and sour pork. Half a dozen egg rolls."

"And the ice cream?" Rhiannon was a simple creature. She liked food.

"Strawberry swirl with hot fudge."

"That sounds fantastic," I groaned. Ice cream is always a good idea.

"It was," I think I was getting somewhere with her.

"What did you do when you got home?" I pressed on.

"I put dinner on my coffee table," Rhiannon described, "Maka jumped up, looking for a piece of pork. I licked off all the sauce and gave it to him. Then, he laid his head on my belly. And this situation happened then, too."

"What had you so jumpy?"

"How long have you been back in Japan, Lana?" she asked, starting to get nervous again.

"Probably three months," I thought, "Why?"

"Because," Rhiannon confessed, "This is going to be a little TMI, but I don't think I've had a period since I got back from London."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I knew that wasn't exactly a good thing, but I wasn't sure why.

"Lana," her voice broke, "I think I..."

"Rhi?" I worried. Always did when she'd stop midsentence like that, "What is it?"

"I have to go, hon," she brushed me off, "I'll call you later."

Click.

That's not troubling. Rhiannon doesn't hang up on me. She asks if I'm good and if I say yes, then she'll hang up. This wasn't right. There's something she's not telling me. And I needed green tea. The chamomile wasn't doing it anymore. I'm sure everything's fine. Rhi was sleeping around and caught something. She'll get a round of antibiotics and be back to normal in a couple weeks.

Until then, I'll sit at my kitchen table with my tea and go through my mail. It's not like I ever really got much. The occasional mailer from the supermarket and maybe something from my parents, saying they're alive. But tonight would prove to be different. Because I had one of those big envelopes like the one Kyoya had in the music room today.

In this envelope was the entire fate of my future. This was going to have the bright lights of our life together in my home country that would feel just as foreign to me as it will him. In here was our penthouse and our favorite coffee shops and our spot in Central Park we'll always go to. And it all hung in the balance. All I needed to do was open the envelope.

This was it. I ran my finger under the seal. My hands couldn't be still for longer than a couple seconds and my heart was about to come out of my chest. This felt panic attack-y, but in the best way. This was excited anxious, not nervous anxious. And the nerves only piled on as I inched the paper out of the envelope. Here it is...

Dear Miss Smith,

We have recieved your application for the upcoming fall semester. However, we regret to inform...you...

Declined...? I...I didn't get in? I'm not going to NYU? That's it? No NYU? No New York living? No going to school with Kyoya? Our entire future...smashed to pieces with just a few words? No way. They must have the wrong Miss Smith. Maybe I should call. I'm sure there was some mistake. Their enrollment offics are open right now.

"Thank you for calling NYU admissions," a woman's voice chimed on the other end, "This is Pam. How may I help you?"

"My name is Lana Smith," I told, "I'm calling to check on an application I sent in."

"What do you need to know?" Pam asked.

"If it was accepted or not."

"You should've gotten a letter in the mail, dear."

"I know," I shook a little, "I'm just checking to see if it's accurate."

"Let's see..." Pam kept me waiting, "I'm sorry, sweetie. You're not in my database. Your application was declined."

I hung up and dropped my phone to the floor. Rejected. If that's not the story of my damn life. The letter was legit. My future is nonexistant. I'm going to end up stuck in Iowa until I die alone and my cats are going to eat my body before anyone can find it. No New York. No NYU. No Kyoya. Fantastic. This was exactly what I needed today. Somehow, though, I knew they were going to say no.

I knew I wasn't good enough for NYU. If I'm not good enough for them, I'm sure no one else would even consider taking me. I got nothing. I am nothing. I'm merely the little inconvenience. I'd call Kyoya, but he doesn't need to deal with my problems. He doesn't need to know I got shot down by NYU. This would crush him. Because it wasn't just my future they threw out like yesterday's trash, but his, too.

Kyoya was lucky, though. He actually got in. He could still go on without me and have that bright, shining future we talked about. In fact, I hope he does. He can reject me, too. I don't understand why he puts up with me anymore. All I do is whine about my problems to him. I stopped being his girlfriend a long time ago and just became his burden. Everyone's burden. I'd call Rhiannon, but she's got her problems to deal with and she doesn't need mine on top of them.

Ring, ring.

"Hello?" I didn't even hesitate.

"Hey, Lana," Rhiannon got through to me, "Are you sitting down?"

"I'm laying in bed," I told her, "What's going on?"

"I'm nine weeks," her voice broke, "According to the doctor."

"Nine weeks?" I gasped, "You're…?"

"Elliot's," Rhiannon wept, "Yeah. How the hell am I going to tell my casual lay in a completely different country that I'm pregnant? This wasn't supposed to happen."

"I don't know." I still couldn't wrap my head around it.

"And what's he going to say?" she continued to freak, "I made damn sure to take my birth control every single day while I was in London and ESPECIALLY on days where I knew Elliot and I were going to be having sex. Where did we screw up?"

"I don't know!" I squeaked, "I don't know how you're going to tell Elliot, but you know you're going to have to."

"I need a cocktail," Rhiannon groaned, "But I can't have anything for the next SIX MONTHS. Stupid Rhiannon. Stupid, stupid."

"You're not stupid," I settled her, trying to settle myself, "You had sex. You got pregnant. You couldn't control that."

"I know you're trying to help, Lana," Rhiannon thanked, "But I think I need to call Elliot."

"Keep me posted?"

"I will."

Click.

My sister's pregnant. By one of my best friends. The older brother I never had. She's freaked and there's nothing I can do about it. This day keeps getting better, doesn't it? Let's recap, Lana. Everything that could go wrong today had gone wrong. Kyoya gets his acceptance only for me to get my rejection. My biggest rock has fallen apart. And Elliot's got a little bit of an Irish temper from his mom's side. God only knows how he's going to react. He's also one of the most caring and protective human beings I've ever met in my life.

Maybe I should just go to bed. That way, I'll be out of the way and nobody will realize I'm here. I won't be anyone's burden and everyone can go on living their lives. So, I'm a little out of sorts. I've gotten through these by myself before. I might as well do it again. Or maybe I should let it consume me until it knocks me out from the sheer exhaustion. Probably that last one…

I should call Kyoya first. There's no way Rhiannon's already told him about her pregnancy. That still had yet to register to me. He could probably sort my head out for me. I picked my phone up off the floor and checked the clock. 11:42…He's probably awake. I scrolled through my contacts until I got to the emergency list.

Ring…

Ring…

"Hel…"

Click.

I threw my phone into the chair in my bedroom and hoped to God I turned it off. I can't constantly rely on him. Besides, it'll be easier on both of us if our relationship just fizzles out. Until we're both blurry memories in the backs of our minds. I can't believe I thought I deserved someone like him in the first place…Just go to sleep, Lana. Go to sleep and…Well, the chances of it being better in the morning were slim, but at least when I'm asleep, I can be numb for a little while.

A/N: I'm sorry. I kind of want to give both Lana and Rhiannon a hug. My babies are currently in shambles and they need some love. Tomorrow, though. I promise tomorrow will be a nicer chapter. Pinky promise. Also…I need to speak to one of you directly…One of you that can guess where I'm going with things…You know who you are…We don't leave spoilers in the comments. You have a theory, you message me.

But now, we have Lana with her life in shambles and major events going on that she has no control over. We're going to see how that's going to manage to manifest itself tomorrow. Tomorrow's chapter…It's going to be interesting. Now, if it's all the same to you, I'm going to go turn cartoons on and crash. I'll see you next chapter. xx