Summary: This is mostly about Ellie and what she has to go through but I also give you a look into the lives of the other Degrassi students. Basically, its an intense fanfic about teen issues.

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi: The Next Generation or its characters.

Rating: PG-13 for Mild Language, Some Sensual Content, and Brief Thematic Elements.

-Unexpected-

(A/N- I am gonna change the writing style of my story for each section of each part I am gonna write it in the point of veiw of one of the characters in that section. If you guys don't like that then just tell me.)

-Back at the SimpsonNelson house-

I watched as he stood there with a look of saddness on his face, so I asked him once again, "Are you okay?" He just continued to remain quiet. "Well, come in then Jt "

He followed me inside and we sat down on the couch, Jt remaining quiet.

"Tell me what's wrong" I had no clue as to why he was there sitting on my couch. Something had to have happened to him, but he just wasn't giving me anything.

"I just um..." After a few minutes he had started to say, tears coming to his.

I never see Jt like this, something had to be really bothering him for his eyes to actually be watering. "Jt, please tell me what's wrong"

"I needed to get away out of my house... and you just are one of my friends... and I didn't know who else to coem to with this and--"

"Calm down" I had to cut him off, he was beginning to ramble. I still had no answers though. "Tell me why your here, whats bothering you?"

"My... my father had a h-heart attack"

Oh no. His father was so close to him I hope it was nothing severe for Jt's sake. "Are you okay, is he okay?"

His tears begin to slide down his cheeks, this had to hurt him so badly.

"The doctor said he has a seventy- five percent chance that he won't make it through"

I watched my good friend since we were young, hang his head over and cry into his hands. I hate to see my friends in pain and without realizing it I had shed a few tears myself.

"Oh Jt i'm so sorry" I looked at him and felt the need to comfort him so I did the only thing I could do at the time, I reached over and pulled him into a hug. I felt horrible but I had to wonder why he chose to come to me. We had been friends since we were young and shared things with each other, but Toby and Manny were there too.

"Why me? What about Toby, Manny or even Paige?" Okay, so iknew Paige wasn't in his list of people to talk to about soemthing personal but I figured since they had become close over the last few years maybe they did talk.

He pulled away and wiped his eyes, "Because, Emma look at me, I would not feel comfortable around Manny or Toby. And Paige, please Emma she might be a friend of mine but she isstill Paige"

He had some good points but I still wasn't too sure why. "Okay, but--" I was a bit surprised he had cut me off.

"I feel like I can say or do anything in front of you and you won't judge me. I feel different... better"

That was such a sweet thing he had said, I had no idea he felt like that . "Well, I'm always here for you... anytime"

I gave him a comforting smile as he looked deep inside my eyes as if he was searching for something. He began to lean closer to me and I heard myself saying that I should push away or not allow him to come closer, but for once I didn't listen to what I was telling myself and allowed him to put his arm on my waist and give me the kiss he intended to. I don't know why he did or why I let him, but I enjoyed it which was very akward for me to accept. Before I knew he was standing and smiling down at me. I stumbled over my thoughts and let whatever words come to my mouth first slip out.

"What was that?"

He just continued to smile at me, maybe he enjoyed it as well.

"It was proof of my grattitude for you being here for me" After he said that I hardley even noticed that he had walked out leaving my house.

I brushed my finger tips over my lips lightly remembering that only moments ago they were graised with one of my best friend's. Now I had so many thoughts floating around inside my head I couldn't think straight, 'Would this change anything?', 'Does he have feelings for me?', more importantly I began to question 'Do I have feeling for him?' I then got mad at myself for even thinkg that I have Chris and I like him alot atleast I think I do.

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-At the Nash house-

I look back at my clock and notice it is already around 9:40pm. I figured now would be a good enough time as any to call Sean, other wise I don't think I would be talking with him tonight and I was to upset to be completely alone. I reached for the phone on my desk and got his phone number from my desk draw. After dialing the number I lied down on my bed playing with a loose string on my deep red comforter. One... Two... Three... Four rings I counted it was about to be five when I heard a gruff, husky voice on the other end. Figuring it was his older brother Tracker I asked the obvious question, "Is Sean there?" He asked me to hold on a minute and he would check I heard him place the phone down, call for Sean, and then I heard footsteps leaving where the phone was placed. Sooner than expected I heard Sean pick up another line, but for some reason I asked.

"Sean?"

"Yeah" His voice sounded deep and lazy.

"Okay, you didn't call me" I said with almost no emotion in my voice.

"Sorry I was pre-occupied with othe things..." His voice seemed to trail off and I thought maybe there was something other than what he made it to be but I didn't feel like questioning it.

"Oh, yeah Jay doesn't seem to like me to much" This had been bothering me, since I first spoke to Jay he had this issue with me. I didn't think he was anything but a lame-ass jerk who thinks he can intimidate whoever he wants and get whatever he wants but he is Sean's friend and I accepted that. But I am getting a little impatient with how I have been trying to kep my comments about Jay to myself and Jay just seems to let whatever comes to his mouth pop right out.

"He will" Thats all he had said, I mean has he met Jay. He doesn't do anything he doesn't want to and apparently he doesn't want to see me as nothing more than the school goth- chick or whatever they call me now.

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, he's just gotta get used to you" I could tell he was trying to make me feel better and convince me that Jay was just the way he was, but I wasn't naive knew Jay didn't like me around him and he especially didn't liek me dating Sean.

"Okay, but he can't treat me like some walking human disease eveytime I am with you and him"

"I'll talk to him for you" He had said that with such sincerity in his voice, god I loved his voice the way he talked to me.

"Thank-you"

"Yeah, El don't even worry about him" El... El, I loved how he said my name. This was so different for me, Ellie Nash getting all happy and excited over a guy. Ashley always used to say how she loved every little thing Craig did or said, but I never truly thought I would say or think something like that. I mean I used to want to kick the girls who swooned over their boyfriends like they were the best thing in the entire world.

"Okay I won't... anyway" Then I heard a thud noise coming from downstairs and I knew it was due to my drunken mother.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He had asked me with concern in his voice, he looked out for me.

"Sorry, its just my mom"

"Oh I just--"

"Look, " I had to cut him off I would have loved to talk wth him but the risk of him asking anything that I didn't want to provide the answer intailing that my mother had drunk to much and is just unable to stand without falling to the floor wasn't to appeasing to me. "I gotta go"

"Okay, no problem"

"See you tomorrow...?" I seemed to ask almost hopefully but I didn't even get time enough to hear his answer, because another thud came from downstairs of my house. She was probably sprawled out on the floor reaching out to find another bottle of Vodka to drown away the "pain" she had, but in my opinion she has probably drank so much that she can't feel anything. "Bye"

"Yeah, bye El"

It seemed that I clicked the phone off before he had a chance to finish his sentence. I put the phone on a self near my bed and spent some time just looking at the grooves in my wood floor, staring hard like it was almost the most important thing in the world. I then heard a crash of glass against floor, but instead of jumping and hurrying down the stairs to clean it I just sat there like I was a statue. Without realizing it I had started crying. I pulled at my sleeve until my bare arm was exposed. I took my fingers and traced over my scares remembering each one. When I reached my wrist and looked at the green and blue rubber bands I had around it and pulled at one and let it feircly snap back against my skin. After I snapped my rubber band a few times I pulled my sleeve back over my arm and wiped my face. I really wasn't sure why I had started crying but once I had I couldn't stop. I picked myself off the bed and started walking downstairs.

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