Author's Note: Hi and Hello! I'm very excited to have posted my first story. I hope you guys like it, thats why I'm asking for comments: good & bad. Hopefully good D . Anyways, please enjoy. And if you have any ideas, don't be afraid to tell me before I post another chapter!
- Lauren G. ( theworldspinsmadlyon )


Katey had spent the entire night talking to James. He hadn't said much, just nodded, saying things when she needed him to. Needless to say they were good friends now. Very good friends. Maybe Katey was imagining it, but James seemed to understand her. The next day, much to Jeannie Miller's excitement, James took Katey to the movies. It wasn't a date, just something James wanted to do to make Katey feel better, less alone.

James' parents, however, disliked the fact that their son was taking "the girl who kissed the Cuban poolboy infront of everyone at the country club" on what they saw was a date. But James didn't care, he was happy to be away from his parents anyways. They weren't really the nicest people on the face of the earth.

"Thanks, James,"Katey said honestly,"I had a good time at the movies."

They were walking back from the movies. The Phelps had bought a house not to far from the Millers, which wasn't too far from downtown. Katey had insisted on walking, that meant it would take longer for her to get home. She hated home. Her dad, who was far more sympathetic than her mom, was at work alot. The Cuban Revolution left the Ford Company a mess, leaving Bert to clean it. Suzie was barely home, too, for she was reconnecting with all the friends she left behind. And Jeannie, though she said she would try to understand what Katey was going through, was pushing her luck with her eldest daughter. Katey didn't to date any other boys, hanging out with James made her feel guilty. Even though Javier was miles and miles away, she still felt guilty for being with another boy, even though it wasn't even slightly romantic the time she spent with James.

Then school started. The girls went to the same school they had gone to before the move. Katey's friends, though not very many, were surprised and shocked that she was back and hadn't bothered to contact them. They spent their classes getting in trouble for whispering or passing notes, trying to find out whats happened. Then, in Socials, the teacher, who was very interested in the Cuban Revolution, put Katey on the spot.

"So, Miss Miller, what was the Revolution like?"Mr. Trevors asked,"Where you there when it sprung out?"

"I was at the Country Club, where part of it took place,"Katey answered, reliving the situation in her head,"I was at the Palace, but the locals called it Batista's Playground."

"What was it like?"Mr. Trevors pressed, as if Katey was a towel and he was squeazing all the water out of her.

"It was scary,"Katey said, her voice slow and quiet,"music had been playing and everything was fine. All of the sudden someone shouted, he has a gun! The waiters had been Revolutionaries and they could have killed many innocent people if.."

Katey trailed off, feeling a lump growing in her throat. Her eye's glazed over with tears as she pictured everything in her head. She left out the dance contest on purpose. People here would be the same as Eve and Lois and Polly, judgmental and sour.

"If..what?"Mr. Trevors asked, wanting to know what kept the Revolutionaries from killing.

"There was this guy,"Katey said, her voice sounding funny. It was like she was in a daze, a trance. Like her body was there, but her mind, heart, and soul weren't. They weren't.

Katey continued,"he was Cuban, but didn't agree with killing all of the people as payback for what Batista did to Cuba. He somehow stopped the others from killing."

"Thats very interesting, Miss Miller,"Mr. Trevors said,"did anything else happen, pre-Revolution?"

"Yes, I was walking home from school, for I had missed the bus,"Katey talked, feeling nauseated all of the sudden,"and there were men, playing slow music and singing. I stopped to listen and everyone else, who were all locals, were singing along in the same low voices as the men. Then there was the sounds of horses. The police had come and then there was screaming and everyone scattered. I remember hesitating to run, even though I was terrified. I felt bad, for I was white and probably wouldn't have been arrested anyways, but all of these locals were just singing were getting taking away."

"See, class, there is more to life than Elvis Presley,"Mr. Trevors announced,"look what Miss Miller had to go through and all of the people in Cuba. Miss Miller, how did the event make you feel?"

"Sick,"Katey replied, her stomach currently doing somersaults,"like I do right now, may I be excused?''

"Yes, Miss Miller,"Mr. Trevors said, nodding his head,"but schools almost done, so please gather your books now."

Katey ran out of the room, carrying her books with her. She ran to the bathroom, hung her head over a toilet, and felt her stomach escape out of her mouth. She flushed and turned out of the stall, walking to the sink.

"Hey,"Katey heard a voice, startling her. It was Eve.

"I bet you didn't know I was in your social class, did you?"Eve continued,"I sit in the back so you probably never saw me."

"Oh,"Katey said, staring at the floor.

"You left out alot of shit in your stories,"Eve spat,"if you're going to pull stunts like kissing Cuban poolboys infront of high society you should atleast have enough backbone to brag about it."

"Excuse me?"Katey defended herself, her voice trembling, as Eve walked out of the bathroom.

Eve turned,"you should go to the doctor. Do you think its too early to know the sex of the baby?"

As Eve left, Katey felt herself grow paler than she already was. Was she... pregnant? She couldn't be. She had only had sex once. Katey could feel her hands shake as she walked out of the school. She walked all the way home, pale and shaky. She laid down on her bed, staring hopelessly at the ceiling. Thats when she had a plan.

"Mom, I'm going out,"Katey said, pulling on a cardigan.

"Where are you going, Katey?"Jeannie called from the kitchen as she made her and Mrs. Phelps some cocktails.

"I am going to meet Mariah and Betsy at the Diner,"Katey lied, making a mental note to call her best friends here, Mariah and Betsy, and meet them at the Diner,"I'll be home later tonight."

"Alright, tell them to have their mothers call me,"Jeannie said,"I want them to meet Mrs. Phelps. They will absolutely love her!"

Katey rolled her eyes as she walked out of the house. She walked a while then took out some change from her purse. She stood a bus stop and waited. The bus rolled up and she got on, giving the change to the driver. She sat down close to the door. She needed to go to the hospital. There was a councilor and doctor there who helped teen mothers.

Katey got off at the stop closest to the hospital. She was shaking again as she walked up to the hospital.

"Excuse me,"Katey said politely to the lady at the desk,"can you tell me where the Planned Parenthood clinic is?"

The lady at the desk gave a small smile,"It's too the left, would you like some brochures before you go see Mrs. Theron and Dr. Daniels, the councilor and doctor oncall?"

"No thanks,"Katey shook her head,"if I don't go in now, I won't go in at all.''

The lady nodded and Katey felt the urge to explain herself.

"What do you think about teen mothers?"Katey asked,"you don't think anything too bad about them, do you?"

"I think its sad, especially when their parents kick them out,"the lady at the desk replied, her name was Sara,"like mine did."

"You were a teen mother?"Katey asked, astonished.

"Yes, and I worked extra hard to get a job and such,"Sara said, a small smile on her face,"now let me ask you something, are you a good girl?"

"Yes, I am a straight A student and I am most likely getting into Radcliffe,"Katey said, a smile developing on her face, before quickly disappearing,"I don't think I can go now, but I do want to do something with my life, even with a baby."

"And you only had sex once, right?"Sara asked. She saw herself in this young lady, scared to ruin her reputation.

"Yes, I lost my virginity almost a month ago,"Katey replied, staring at her feet as she spoke.

"Did you love him?"

"I've never loved anything or anyone like I love him."

"Is he going to be around when the baby comes?"

"He lives in Cuba,"Katey said, a tear escaping her eye.

"I'm sorry, but look, you should go see the doctor,"Sara said, standing up to shake Katey's hand,"come talk to me when you leave. I might be able to help you out."

Katey nodded then walked into the clinic. She talked to the lady at the desk there, being told that she would be able to be seen by Dr. Daniels in a few minutes. Dr. Daniels invited her into his office, sitting her down. He told her what to do and she did. He took the results and checked them out.

"Miss Miller, your suspicions have been confirmed,"Dr. Daniels explained, not sure if he should be happy for this girl, or sad,"you are pregnant."

Katey nodded. The doctor showed her the way to Mrs. Theron. Mrs. Theron sat down with Katey and they talked, about options.

"I'm keeping the baby,"Katey said,"I don't have to give it any other thought."

They talked some more and Katey was given some pamphlets. She walked out of the office and went to the main desk at the hospital, where Sara told her to go.

"Hello again, Sara,"Katey said, fighting tears.

"You're pregnant, huh?"Sara said, smiling,"How would you like a job? Earn some extra cash before the baby comes."

"That'd be great,"Katey replied.

"How would you like to babysit my children, Michelle and Peter? "Sara proposed,"Michelle's 9, she's my first born, and Peter's only 3. I have a nanny for the daytime, but she charges alot. Would you mind watching her afterschool. I'll pay you $4.50 an hour, because the nanny charges $6.00. They'll be at my house when you get there. You can do your homework and everything there. They're really good kids. Either my husband or I will be home at 6."

"You're married?"Katey asked, her eyes widened.

"Yes, I met him when I was training for this job,"Sara said, smiling,"he's Peter's father, but he loves Michelle to death, too. Michelle thinks of him as a father, but she knows that her real father is a deadbeat who wouldn't help us out if that was the only way for him to live. But anyways, enough about my babies, more about yours. I have a bunch of old clothes and such, for both girls and boys. I also have kept my baby furniture too, though my husband never quite understood why. I've just waited for a teenager like you, who reminds me so much of me, to come around, scared as Hell, like I was. Luckily, the furniture is mostly Peter's so its not cheap like Michelle's was. I've got so much stuff."

Sara and Katey talked some more, discussing the plan. Katey was given Sara's address right before she left. Katey walked back to the bus stop, got on and rode back to her part of town. She didn't feel as scared, but decided not to ruin her mood by telling her parents. When she got home, she ran to her bedroom, hiding the brochures from the Planned Parenthood Clinic. Then the phone rang. Katey picked up hastily, afraid it would be the hospital. It wasn't.

"Hello?"Katey asked, distracted. She was reading a brochure on 'Telling Your Parents'.

"Katey? It's Betsy,"Katey's best friend said,"Mariah's here with me. We are having a little slumber party on Friday night. Would you like to come and catch up?"

"I'd love to,"Katey said, then remembering she had to babysit,"would it be alright if I came over at 7:30? I have to babysit for someone until 6 and then I have to pack my stuff and get ready for it."

"That's perfect, we want to hear about your dance partner,"Betsy squealed,"the one you described in that one single letter you managed to send us."

"Alright."

The days passed by. Babysitting was simple and Katey stashed the cash she made in a piggybank she had gotten as a baby. On Friday, she hurried home from Sara's, who didn't live to far away. Katey ran over to Betsy's, where they were waiting for her.

"KATEY!"Mariah squealed, pulling Katey into a bear hug.

They all ran to Betsy's room, where the radio was on. An Elvis song was playing, Mariah's favourite. They were dancing around singing, but Katey couldn't bring herself to be silly like they did. Not with the baby, growing inside her.

"So, Katey-poo,"Mariah giggled, using the silly nickname she's always used,"what happened in Cuba? With that guy?"

"Javier?"Katey asked,"Javier was the pool boy. He was really cute. We met when I knocked over the drinks he was carrying. When I missed the bus at school, I decided to walk home. I saw Javier dancing on the street with a bunch of other locals and he saw me and walked me home, knowing I wouldn't know where to go. He was with me when we saw the people singing. When the police came, he grabbed my hand and tried to lead me to safety. He had gotten arrested, but because he had been holding my book bag, they couldn't accuse him of being a rebel. I got home safely, without him though. The next day he caught up with me, explained what happened, then asked me to go to a danceclub on the weekend. But I couldn't, because James Phelps already invited me to the Palace."

"James Phelps is cute,"Betsy announced.

"Anyways,"Katey continued, ignoring the comment,"I took James to La Rosa Negra, when I got bored of the country club. I knew I'd find Javier but I did it anyways. Javier brought me on the dancefloor and he taught me how to dance, Latin-style. James had some words with some locals, and he had been drinking, and decided it was time to leave. When we were in his car, he locked the door and then tried to put the moves on me. Needless to say, I ran back into the club. Javier got angry and tried to go beat James but I stopped him way before he had the chance. Javier walked me back to Hotel Oceana, but couldn't walk me all the way, or he'd get fired. Unfortunately, Suzie and this girl, Lois, saw us. They blabbed what they saw around and Javier got fired. I went looking for him the next day and found him. He was pretty angry with me but I told him how he could make some money."

Betsy interuppted again,"the dance contest?"

"Yes, now stop butting in,"ordered Katey,"so, the next day, he showed up at school. He was very intimidated by all the students I think, because he didn't say much. He was very cute though, when he was shy. He decided that he would dance with me. From that moment on, we were pretty much inseperable. James covered for me and we'd practice. We practiced in the water, on the beach, in the club, even when the club was empty. We fought sometimes, well I fought. I wanted everything to be more than perfect. He just wanted to have a good time. On Christmas Eve, it was just supposed to be us at the Palace, while my parents were at home. But, the Phelps invited my family to the Palace to watch the dance contest. No one knew I'd be in it, but James, who thought the whole ordeal was amusing. You should have seen the looks on my parents' faces when they saw me on the dance floor with Javier. And then, half way through our routine, we kissed. Everyone in the audience's jaws dropped. We were chosen for the finals. When we got back to the hotel however, my mother and I had a fight. She slapped me and I ran away to Javier's. I talked to his mother and then fell asleep on the sofa, because Javier had been out celebrating our victory. When I woke up, it was early, early in the morning. Javier had covered me in a blanket and had been sitting next to me, reading a book. When he saw that I was awake he kissed me. We talked for a bit, before I returned home. Then, on New Year's Eve, we had the finals. We were the last to preform and on half way through our dance, the Revolution began. We didn't win, obviously, but later, when we caught up again, we went to the tents along the beach infront of the hotel. He told me he wanted to be with me, not go celebrate with his brother. And thats when we made love. It was beautiful. However, the next morning was awful because we had a bit of fight when he told me I'd probably have to return to America. I knew he didn't mean it the wrong way but I was hurt. I was in denial that I'd have to leave. Then, I went to his house to let him know that it was okay. I told him I was taking him with me. He told me he was keeping me there. That night, we had our last dance at La Rosa Negra. We were crowned King and Queen, there. He told me he loved me that night, and that broke my heart."

Mariah and Betsy were stunned. Mariah, the drama queen, had tears in her eyes, just like Katey.

"And now,"Katey confessed, needing to get her secret off her chest,"I'm pregnant with Javier's baby."

"Are you keeping it?"Betsy, the rational one, asked.

"Yes, I have a job babysitting everyday,"Katey asked,"I think when I graduate high school, I'm going to move back to Cuba, if I can. I will go teach a dance class there. I know the dance teacher from my hotel, he can get me a job, if I'm lucky. We were sorta friends."

"What about Radcliffe, your parents?"Betsy asked, definitely surprised.

"I have a new plan,"Katey said,"I know my dad will help me out, but my mother will lose it. I don't need them. I'm going back to Javier, whether they like it or not."

Katey, Mariah, and Betsy spent the rest of the night talking and making a plan. Mariah and Betsy were going to come up with some money for Katey, too. Mariah was spoiled, her parents never asked why she needed money, she asked so much. Betsy already had a job at the diner as a waitress. She'd give Katey some of her tips and paycheck. They didn't mind. They were her closest friends.

"I'm scared,"Katey confessed,"I'm scared that I won't find him. That I'll fail with this baby. I'm scared that I'll mess up."

"You got us, babe,"Mariah said, pulling in her girls for a group hug,"you got us."

"Yeah,"Katey agreed, before whispering,"but I need him."