DISCLAIMER: I do not own 7th Heaven or anything related to 7th Heaven. All medical information on this story is either half-truth or completely made up. I am not a doctor. Also, if you are a fan of the happy relationships in 7th Heaven, don't read. Thos story contains a "rebel" who doesn't agree with her family and not so nice language and themes are sometimes used. Thank you. Enjoy! PS: this part contains some characters from another story called D4 from PaUlKaRiYaSgUrL9. She (the author) let me use them. Therefore I don't own them or the characters from the Mighty Ducks. Don't worry, they are just minor players, they will have no impact on the story aside from that they are friends. Also, I'm trying out the POV thing maybe on one part because PaUlKaRiAYaSgUrL9 is helping me as Brooke and that way people know what her part is and what's mine. Tell me what you think. Also, I decided not to change the rating because it's not that bad.

Chapter 7: Decisions

Brooke sat in the corner booth of Mario's Pizza Place waiting for Jean-Paul to show up. Earlier, after her talk with Kay, she went back to her house and got ready for her date. At that time she wasn't all that worried about Kay; she had done that before, many times, and she was always okay. It seemed better to let her run, she always came back. But she has been gone for a while, she thought. She buried her face into her sleeves, tuning out the rest of the people that were in the restaurant. They, of course, were just like her. People in love, waiting for or with their dates or families, happy; the exact opposite of Kay. "What happened Kay? Where are you?" she muttered.

"Hmm?" she heard a familiar voice say. Looking up she saw her guy, standing at the edge of the booth. He was a tall athletic guy in his letterman jacket with khaki pants and a baby blue Hollister polo. He pushed his hand through his surfer style brown hair and looked at her.

"Oh, umm… nothing. Well… it's just…"

"What?" he said with concern shining through his blue eyes as he slide down into the booth, taking her perfectly manicured hand into his.

"Okay." She said, turning to face him. "You see, Kay and I got into this sorta, fight type deal and she went somewhere. I know, I know, it's Kay. When doesn't she go somewhere? But it's been quite a bit of time and I guess I'm just worried."

"Brooke. Kay is a big girl now. She can take care of herself. She just… needs space to calm down and before you know it she's gonna be calling your house at 11 at night and you're gonna get in trouble." Seeing her smile, he continued. "You gotta just let her be for a bit, babe. She'll come around. Now…" he said picking up a menu. "What are we going to eat? Cause I'm starving."

"You're always starving." Brooke replied, settling back easily into the booth and taking a menu for herself.

"Yeah, but I'm really starving now." He said with a grin and flipped through the menu pages. After a few minutes the wait came and took their orders. Since Mario's was packed, their waiter informed them that they would have to wait a bit.

When the waiter left, Jean-Paul turned the conversation onto happier things. "So, how stoked are you that we get to be lovers in the play?"

"Oh, it's great. I can't believe it. Now, if only that new kid Andrew were in the play too. Then he and Kay could be together and…"

"No."

"What are you 'no-ing' me about?" Brooke said, looking slightly annoyed with her boyfriend.

"Remember the last time you tried to hook one of your friends up?" He said with his you-know-what-I'm-talking-about eyes.

"Ugh, you can't blame me because Heather Leano decided that she wanted to be a lesbian right after I fixed her up with Dave."

"Okay…" he said, turning his glance to the jukebox in front of him.

"You can't." Brooke reiterated and left her seat to go to the ladies room. Jean-Paul just smiled to himself and went over to the jukebox.

Kevin sat at his desk, in his office at the police station. In front of him, there was a stack of papers that needed to be filled out before he could leave. He had started over an hour ago, but was making little, if any, progress. He had told Lucy that he'd be home before dinner, but after seeing the pile, he doubted that he would make it. Well, Kay will still be at the mall, so it's not like I'm missing a family dinner, he equivocated and settled himself back into his chair, reading the police report he had just written. About half way through, his phone rang, with a light blinking on line 2, his personal line. He pressed the small button below the light and picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is Kevin." He stated as he had over and over for the passed 5 years that he'd had the office.

"Hey dad. It's Kay" he heard over the phone. Along with her voice came a muffled noise, maybe a radio.

"Hey, I can barely hear you. Move somewhere where the music isn't." He told her. "Why is there music?" he asked, remembering that she was supposed to be at the mall.

"We're at Hot Topic." She said.

That explains it, he thought. "What's up?"

"Well, it's pretty busy here and there are a few more things that we want to do, so is it okay if I'm a little late, say about an hour?" Kay asked through her cell phone.

"Sure, but you better be home then. I don't want you out too late at night on a Saturday. I don't have to remind you of how many teenagers die because someone was driving drunk on a Saturday night." Kevin said, like usual. He always made sure that his kids knew the potential dangers that they faced, so that they would be well-prepared for all the situations they could get into and how to avoid them.

'I know, I know." She said. "I'll be home later. Bye"

"Love you, bye," he said. He put the phone back on its cradle and continued with the paperwork. It was going to be one long night.

Kay hung up her cell phone and dropped it back into her purse, zipping it up. She made her way to the toilet of Evan's bathroom and flushed it. Then she turned on the water and let it run for a moment.

During the drive over, she and Evan had talked. They liked the same music, movies and books. They disagreed on politics and sports. They actually got along pretty well and Kay even liked him; he seemed pretty cool. But then, why was she so nervous?

She knew what she was going to do. She had known even before he asked her to his place. The decision only had one choice and she knew that, too. But her mind kept racing back to all the talks that she had had with her family and friends and the other ministers that her mother had meetings with. How they always said that sex was supposed to be after you were married and only then. Her uncle Simon had had sex before he was married, but he was the only one and even he had his regrets.

I may have those same regrets, she thought, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Would she be the same? She ran her fingers down her face, tracing the jaw line and stopping at her lip. She hadn't even kissed a boy and now she was… what was she doing? She didn't know and honestly, she didn't care. She was alone, always had been alone and she didn't want to be alone anymore.

What broke her from her trance was the sound, or lack there of, of the HIM song being turned off. "Hey, Rachel, you okay?" Evan's voice traveled through the door. For a moment she didn't respond. Not because she forgot her lie, she never forgot her lie. That was the number one rule to lying; never forget your lie. It was because she had to make sure she was ready.

"But I'm not." She whispered to her reflection.

"Does it matter?" her reflection whispered back.

"Yeah, I'm good." She said, opening the door, revealing a half naked Evan. He stood there in front of her at the edge of the bed in his pants. His shirt, as she could see, was on a chair near the door. She had seen guys without their shirts on, but she never imagined what feelings it could rise up if the person that had their shirt off had himself…risen up. She could see it through the denim of his pants; the hard bulge trying to rip its way through the material. Her breath caught. She was terrified and excited at the same time.

"Come here, baby." He said, motioning her with his right hand to him. Slowly, she made her way to him. They stood, facing each other, for a few moments before he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Her first kiss. It was definitely not what had thought it would be. It was more passionate and experienced than she had expected. Going on instinct, she kissed him back. She moved her arms around his neck and pushed her against him, feeling the heat of his bulge on her stomach. At her instigation, her slowly moved his hands down her front and stopped at the hem of her pants, where her shirt lay. He unbuttoned her pants and slid them off her, breaking the kiss for a moment. Then he pulled the strings of her shirt loose and slipped that off her shoulders, letting it fall soundlessly to the ground. She was left staring at him in her light pink underwear. She felt very uncomfortable, but yet she felt more alive than she had in years. He held out his hand and before she could think, Kay placed her hand in his and let him led her to his bed. It was a king, perfect size for the activity they were about to partake in. She sat at the edge of the bed and he knelt over her, lowering her to his pillows. Soon she was immersed in the best and worst feelings that she knew possible. And it did matter.

Hehe, bad Kay. Okay, next update will be on Sunday. Look for it then or better yet, look for it Monday so you don't waste time looking if I haven't updated yet. Right, so… hmm… where shall I go from here? Review please. Tell me what you think and some suggestions are needed plot wise… just to help me continue.