This took some decision-making. I thought for sometime what was going to happen. I hope everyone enjoys this little installment and I hope to post more soon! Thanks for reading!

MayRaven

Brian sat on his front stoop. He didn't want to go inside. He was waiting to see what Rayanne and Angela were up to. He'd seen them run into the Chase house when Jordan dropped then off. Not wanting to show his face at their door he sat and waited, unsure of what he would do when he saw Rayanne again. He guessed it would involve an apology.

It's weird to know someone who's pregnant. Or rather who might be pregnant…and worse, to think that Brian Krakow is involved. This whole experience has frightened me. I mean, earlier today I was considering giving in to sex with Jordan. What if this situation was suddenly mine? What would I do? How would Jordan react?

Probably none of that really matters. After my parents found out, they'd murder us both.

Rayanne and Angela sat nervously on Angela's bed with a chair shoved again the door. Angela did not want her perceptive little sister walking in on them. Danielle always sensed when something was amiss with Angela and now was not a good time for spies.

Rayanne had followed the directions on the package. She'd used a similar test once, but was worried about using it wrong. The last thing she needed was to explain to Amber why she needed to see the family doctor.

Angela sat with her legs crossed as she bounced one foot making the whole bed shake. Rayanne didn't notice, however, she was too busy biting her nails.

Rayanne stole a look at the small bedside clock and decided it was time. She jumped up and checked the tester, which they'd put on the dresser. She looked at the color, and then double-checked what it meant on the box.

She slid, slowly to the floor and placed her head between her knees. She held out the device toward Angela. "Does this look pink to you," she mumbled.

Angela rushed over and looked at the strip under the light. "Um, yeah, it does. Is pink bad?" she asked, voice trembling.

"I'm so dead! I am so disowned and on the street!" she cried.

"Don't say that!" Angela sniffled, her bottom lip trembling. "It's going to be fine. I mean these things aren't like 100 accurate. We'll get a second opinion." She sat next to the sobbing girl and draped her arms over her.

"Oh Angela! I'm so sorry!" she cried. "You must hate me. First there was my drinking and drugs, and now this. I thought I had this licked after Jordan."

Angela stopped breathing. Oh my god! Jordan! Her mind screamed. "It's not his, is it," she asked in an eerie calm.

Looking up at her friend, Rayanne shook her head. "There's no way. It happened too long ago and my mom always says she was sick as a dog by, like, the second month. Which would have been weeks ago."

"Well then I guess I don't hate you," she said trying unsuccessfully to make a joke. "What about anyone else? Are you sure it's you know, Brian's?" Angela asked scrunching her face.

Rayanne nodded and wiped her eyes with her shirt. Angela quickly reached for some tissue and both took several from the box. "It has to be. I haven't been with anyone else. Not since Jordan and not after Brian," she confessed. "Brian wasn't even supposed to, like, happen. Hell, Jordan was definitely not supposed to happen."

"Really, you don't mess around anymore?" Angela asked feeling a bit of pride in her friend.

"No, I realized it was just one more of my addictions," she told her.

"What about Brian, then? What caused you to come together?" Angela wanted to know.

"I don't know. I think we just kind of, like, needed each other. It was amazing. We just clicked, you know?" Rayanne finally felt safe about experiencing her emotions for Brian.

"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean," said Angela thinking of her own relationship with Jordan.

"You don't hate me for being with him, do you?" Rayanne asked tearfully.

"What, with Brian?" She honestly had to think about it for a moment. She'd never really considered being with him because shenever returned his affections. But now she'd have to consider the idea that he wouldn't be in the background of her life, waiting for her to come around like a lost puppy. "No, I couldn't hate you for taking Brian off my hands," she said teasingly.

The two girls sat on Angela's floor hugging and laughing for a time and swore each other to secrecy before Rayanne decided she should head home. It was almost dinnertime and Rayanne didn't have the stomach to sit and eat with Angela's perfect family. Angela offered to ask her dad to drive Rayanne home, given her condition, but she passed.

"So, are you, like, still coming to see Jordan's band tomorrow night?" asked Angela as she saw Rayanne out.

Rayanne thought for a moment and then shook her head. "If I have the talk with Amber tonight I don't think I'll be going anywhere tomorrow,' she said a t last.

Angela bent down and gave Rayanne a peck on the cheek. They smiled at each other then Rayanne left.

Brain stood as he saw Rayanne leave Angela's front walk. He wanted to call out to her, to say he was sorry, to say anything. But he was paralyzed. She didn't notice him standing there, averting her eyes from his house. He could only watch, helplessly as she walked down the street and around the corner out of sight.

Brian chided himself. He headed for his garage to get his bike. He was determined to chase after her despite his fears. Only as he opened the automatic door his mother drove into the drive and he was once again paralyzed.

TBC….