A/N: Like OMG! Lol. this is lik my first lm fic! Hehe.

-Author barfs at attempt to fit in-

Ok, lets get serious here. This is not a nice fluffy romance. This is also not a strange "Oh my I don't like my life I'm going to become gay/lesbian/bi, or I'm going to become gothic and cut myself or become a slut or become suicidal or so on. There will be some romance later on, but I think I'm going to torture the characters for a while. Now, without further ado, I give you… the story!

Disclaimer: I'm sitting in a ripped chair, with CSI on my small T.V (Best show EVER! SNICKERS SHALL RULE THE WORLD!) –Grins- I ride horses and have a fear of cheerleaders. What in the world makes you think I would ever own any of this? Actually, I think I'd kill my self if I did. No- wait. I wouldn't kill myself. I'd use that money to take over CSI. ;)


Fate has a funny way of taking us places we least expect. Sometimes, it's a good thing. I.e. when someone decides to take some class just for something to do, and then they wind up falling in love with the subject, majoring in it, and making a shitload of cash. Sometimes, it's not a good thing. Case and point? My current situation. Everyone thought I'd wind up having a great time in high school, going to a good collage, and living a nice life with a husband and kids. But nope. Instead, I'm here. Working in a greasy little diner in the middle of god knows where with a swollen belly. Yup, a sixteen year-old pregnant high school dropout. That's me.

Ok, I guess maybe I should give you a little bit of background information here. No one actually knows where I am. I ran away when I found out. The father doesn't know either. I see no reason to tell anyone. At home, they just think I got abducted and kidnapped. And hey, that's A OK with me. What they don't know doesn't hurt them. Well, maybe it does. But, whatever.

So, I'm sure your all wondering how the hell I got pregnant. Well, you know what they say.

"When two people love each other very much…" Ha-ha. Yeah right. It's more like

"When two people drink a lot and get really wasted…" yeah. That's more like it. It won't come as a shock to anyone that Gordo was the Daddy. Not that it matters anyway. What really matters is the fact that I am sweating my ass off in this smelly dump.

Ok, so here's what happened. I slept with Gordo. We were drunk, it was a party. We had sex, I got pregnant. I know what your thinking. Your thinking "no shit Sherlock." Now, most people would tell their family and the father that they were pregnant. That is most people sound of mind. But when you're sixteen and pregnant, you're not really completely sane. You most definitely are not thinking strait. What your thinking is "oh shit. Shitshitshit." I thought about what I was going to do for about a month. Finally I came to the conclusion that there was only one thing to do.

Run away.

Now, let me be the one to state the obvious. That was not one of my better ideas. I took out money from my bank account and one night, when everyone was asleep, I took off. I took my small car and just drove throughout the night. I actually didn't stop until late the next morning. It was only then that I realized I didn't actually know where I was going. So, there I was. Sixteen, pregnant, and alone. All I had was about one thousand bucks, money I had in my savings account. It was about now that I honestly realized what an incredibly stupid mistake I had just made. Of course, at that point, it was a little too late. I was in the middle of nowhere with no clue as to where I was. So, I just kept driving. I spent that night in my car, sleeping in the parking lot of a shitty motel.

The next day, I came to the small town of Witherpoint. It was about dusk when I came to the chipped sign announcing where I was. It had a little motel and a diner with a 'help wanted' sign. So, I decided to stay. That is how I wound up in this middle of nowhere hick town in Nevada.

I applied for the job the next day and got it. It doesn't pay much, but hey, its not like I have much of a choice here.

"Hey Beth. Get your head out'ta the clouds." Calls a rough voice. That's Maddy. She is another waitress. I told everyone here my name was Beth. Beth McGuire. I don't think anyone will make the connection. They don't really care about current events in this little town. Actually, they don't really care about anything.

"Comin'" I yell back. God this place stinks to high heavens.

"Better get used to it." I grumble to myself. This is going to be my life for the next god knows how many years. I wonder if I will ever escape. What kind of life will my poor kid have? Where am I going to live? I cant live at the motel my whole life.

I sigh. This is not the time to think about these things. As I take the greasy plates from the counter, I find my self humming along with the soft strains of the country music that play above me. Funny, I never really did listen to the stuff. But now that I listen, I'm realizing that it is really good. Pity I didn't discover this sooner. Hey, look; one good thing came out of this mess. I discovered a new type of music. Big whoopdeedo.

As I carry the steaming plate out, a man lets out a whistle. I turn and see the culprit: some fat old guy. I shudder. He winks at his fat buddy and calls me over.

"Hey sweet thang', wanna make an extra buck?" I am horrified. Is he suggesting that I would have sex for cash? The mere thought of sleeping with him is revolting. I force a smile as I deliver the food.

Yup, this is my new life.

TBC


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