Yes, Holly is preggers, but DON'T STOP READING! How could I have done a worthy sequel with Mia and Michael just living happily ever after with no complications? That's just not good. It's be boring.

And I was being sarcastic when I said Holly was a popular character, because everyone hates her. Including me. If it were up to me I'd kill her off... Oh wait, it is up to me! But if I did that then we'd be back with the whole boring, happiness. And that's just no fun.

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters you recognise.

WARNING: The next few chapters are very, very sappy. I couldn't help it, and I hate just how sappy it gets, but we just have to keep going. It won't always be sappy. Although, I still stand that it's not as sappy as Lucie made ATGB. Ah, maybe it is, I dunno.

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Mia's POV…

I woke up with Michael sitting above me, and I couldn't help but grin stupidly.

But now he looks like he's seen a ghost.

He dropped the phone he'd been holding and stood up, then he began pacing the room, a worried and shocked expression on his face.

"Michael?" I asked softly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. "What is it? What's wrong?"

He looked at me but didn't respond. His expression was like that of a man whose life has just come crashing down.

My heart jumped into my throat as I thought of all the horrible things he could have just found out on the phone.

"Who was on the phone? It is Lilly? Is she ok? Is it your mom? Your dad? Michael, what is it?"

He slowly sat down in the middle of the floor and cradled his head in his hands. He started rocking himself back and forth like a mad man.

"Hey," I said softly, getting up and sitting beside him, putting my arm tentatively around him. "Whatever it is, it'll be ok. I'll be here for you. I love you, Michael, so just tell me what it is and we can get through it together."

I held him in my arms for a good minute, making calming shh-ing sounds while he stayed silent and dazed.

Finally, he looked up at me, his peat-bog eyes filled with tears.

"Michael?" I pushed gently.

"I c… c… can't believe it…" he stuttered.

"What? What is it?" It's ok, you can tell me; it'll be ok."

"No," he sniffed. "It won't be. Everything is fucked up. Everything!"

He started getting hysterical again so I pulled him closer and began again with the gently shh-ing sounds.

"What's fucked up?" I asked him, once he'd calmed down a notch.

He looked at me, directly in the eyes, and I knew, in that second, that my life was about to change; I just had no idea how.

"Oh, God. What?"

"Everything, Mia. It's Holly. She's pregnant."

Those six words sent a shiver up my spine.

"W… what?" I stumbled. My body stiffened. I can't feel the floor I'm sitting on or Michael's body, still pressed against mine. "How? But… but it's not… not yours, is it?"

I didn't want to hear the answer. I'm pretty sure I already know the answer because Michael wouldn't be so upset if it was no, but I just don't want him to confirm it.

Michael nodded sadly.

I fell back on the floor, losing control of my balance. Michael stabled himself and stood up. He went and sat on the bed.

I stayed on the floor and started to cry silently. Who knows what this will mean for us now?

After a few minutes of uncontrollable sobbing, I sat up and composed myself. Crying isn't going to help anyone in this situation.

"So," I started, wiping my eyes. "What's going to happen now?"

Michael looked at me; tears had streaked down his cheeks. "I don't know," he admitted quietly.

I was about to say something in response, but there was a knock on the door, and when neither of us got up to answer it, it opened by itself.

The woman carrying my boyfriend's unborn baby walked into the room. She didn't see me sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the room, all she saw was Michael. All she wanted was Michael.

She started to walk towards him. "Michael, you never said anything after I told you. I thought you might like to talk about it…"

"Excuse me," I couldn't help but blurt out. "We were kind of in the middle of something, so GET OUT!" I cried.

She was started to see me there, on the floor, and even more startled by my outburst. But at least she started backing away, towards the door.

"Mia," Michael said calmly. Since when did he become Mr. Calm? "Don't yell at her, it's not her fault…"

"Not her fault?" I cried. "Michael, this is all her fault!" Then I turned to Holly, "What are you still doing here? Get out already!"

Holly took heed this time and left, closing the door behind her.

"Mia, calm down."

"Calm down? You're telling me to 'calm down'?"

"Mia, it's not her fault. Well, not entirely anyway. These things happen."

These things happen?

My life is over and my boyfriend says 'These things happen'? This isn't like the time I went skiing when I was seven and lost my doll down the toboggan run. Ok, those things happen. Not this.

THIS cannot be swept under the rug or made better by the purchase of a new doll. THIS problem will not just go away.

Michael walked over and put his arm around me. I didn't realise it until then, but I'm shaking like a leaf.

"Shh…" Michael cooed, just as I had done to him earlier.

"How can you be so calm about this?" I asked him a minute later, once I stopped shaking.

"I think," he said slowly. "I'm in shock."

"That makes two of us," I said against his chest.

We stayed like that for a good ten minutes, our arms around each other, slowly rocking back and forth together.

Then finally, he pulled back, wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb, and said, "I think I should so away for a while. To sort things out."

"You're leaving me?" I choked on the words.

"No, I just need to get my head around all this. I'll stay with Mom and Dad for a few days."

I sat on his bed and watched as he packed a bag. Every couple of minutes he'd turn around and look at me as if it was the last time he was ever going to see me.

Once he'd closed the zippers to his bag, I stood up. "School starts on Monday," I told him, surprised that I'd actually remembered something like that at a time like this. "Are you going to be back by then?"

"I don't know," he said honestly. "I'll call you though."

I nodded and he stepped towards me. After a piercing stare that I swear saw into the very depths of my soul, he kissed me softly and gingerly. It felt like the last time he would ever kiss me. I didn't want it to end.

But then he turned and left me alone in his dorm room.

I sat there, crying on his bed for ages. I don't even know how long it was. Then I left, locking the door behind me.

I walked up to my dorm room as if I were in a trance, and when I opened the door and my roommate Hayley screamed and welcomed me back, I barely noticed it.

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