So, two chapters in one day. Y'all should be so proud of me. So, here's the deal, I have never been, nor will I ever be in the close future, pregnant, so please forgive me if I get anything wrong. I'm just writing the basics about what I know. So don't be too harsh.

Also, I should've mentioned that this story is going to be written like Fool For Love, only instead of only being in Bridget's POV, it'll be Bridget, Tim, and Soda. I'll be sure to let y'all know when it changes.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders. Nor do I own Forever Young by Alphaville, or One Fine Day by The Shirelles.

OK, OK, I know. Another A/N, but bear with me. This is vital info. J/K, but seriously. Just pretend that One Fine Day can be played with an acoustic guitar by Bridget. I know it really isn't that kinda song, but please just go with it.

So I believe I've gone on long enough, so let's proceed w/the story.

Chapter 2

The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw someone sitting next to me on the bed. I rubbed my eyes and my sight became clearer. Some girl was there, just staring at me. I gave her a confused look. "I'm Sarah. You must be Bridget."

"Um, yeah."

"I can't believe I'm finally getting to meet you. I've seen pictures and everything, but it's not like seeing the real thing. I can't believe we're sisters. It's going to be so much fun with you around. I won't have to deal with Travis all the time. He sure gets on my nerves." Boy, this girl sure could talk. "And a new baby on the way. It's going to be so exciting. I've never been around a baby before, except for that time when Megan's mom had her baby boy, but it's not the same. This baby will actually be in our family. You must be so enthusiastic."

"Oh…yeah, sure." She went on rambling. Was she ever going to stop talking? "What time is it?" I interrupted.

"Eight."

"Don't you have school or something?"

"Yeah, of course. It doesn't start 'til nine. Daddy will be driving me and Travis in about twenty minutes. They're all downstairs eating breakfast. Do you want some?"

She was never going to leave me alone. Plus I was starving, so I might as well eat while she was droning on. "Sure." She got off the bed and I climbed out from under the blankets and followed her out the door. I made sure I stayed close while we were walking through the house. I didn't want to get lost on my way to the kitchen, or dining room, whatever they ate in.

It was indeed a dining room. "Good morning everyone," Sarah said all chipper. "Look who I found."

My dad and Susan looked up. "Well, look who's up. I would've thought you'd be sleeping all day," Susan said.

"Yeah, me too."

"Oh, Sarah, you didn't wake her up, did you? She needs her rest."

"No, I was just sitting in her room."

"You shouldn't have been in her room in the first place." Sarah looked down. "Bridget, this is Travis. You two haven't met yet." I looked at the boy sitting across from Sarah at the table. He didn't bother to look up. His mother apparently noticed this because she said, "Travis, say hi to your sister."

He reluctantly looked up. "Hi," he said, forced, glaring at me.

"Bridget, sit down and have some breakfast. You must be hungry." I sat down at the table, but was suddenly nauseous at the smell of the scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Um, bathroom?"

"Down the hall, first door on the left."

"Thanks." I got up from my seat and ran to the bathroom, ridding myself of pretty much any fluids I had in my body from yesterday, due to the lack of food that I had eaten. I sat on the floor for a minute, taking deep breaths. I stood up and splashed some water on my face. When I was back to normal, I went back to the dining room.

"You alright?" my dad asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just morning sickness, no big deal." He still looked worried, but he didn't say anything more.

A few minutes later, he, Sarah, and Travis stood up. "See you later, hon." He kissed Susan on the lips. "Bye baby," he said, kissing me on the top of my head.

"Bye daddy." I sure sounded like a little kid when I said that. Whoa. Maybe I should stop that…Nah.

"Have fun in school," Susan said and they left. "I guess it's just you and me."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Just until next week, maybe. You're going to have to get enrolled in school, at least until the baby comes."

"That's good." I couldn't wait to get back to school. I know, I'm such a geek. I actually like school. I was always reluctant to stay home sick from school, even if I was really sick. Even if I wasn't going to Tulsa High, this school was better than nothing.

"So what're you planning to do today?"

"Well, I still gotta unpack. And I'd really like a shower. Later I'll probably practice my guitar or read. I'll keep myself busy." I really just wanted to sulk around 'my room' and think about home.

"If you run out of things to do, come see me. We could always go shopping or something."

I forced a smile. "Yeah, sure. I'll do that." I grabbed a piece of toast and nibbled at it. I really should've eaten more, but the smells emanating from the food were nauseating. "Can I be excused?"

"Of course you can, honey," she said smiling.

I got up and headed back to my room. This was one path that I was going to remember. I wasn't exactly planning to spend much time out of my room.

Once in my room, I decided to shower first. Did I mention that I have my own private bathroom off of my bedroom? I went in there and stripped down; hopping in the hot, steamy shower once it was ready. I didn't want to unpack yet. It was going to be a little emotional taking out all the things Two-Bit, the gang, and Tim had given me. I wasn't exactly ready for that.

About ten minutes into my shower, I finished washing up. I didn't get out though. I was putting off unpacking. I stayed in there and let the water rush over me.

Ten minutes later, I decided I had procrastinated long enough. I turned the water off, climbed out, dried off, and wrapped a towel around myself. I went through the door to my room and opened my bag, taking out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to put on. Before putting the shirt on, I examined the picture on it: Mickey Mouse. Two-Bit had gotten it for me for my seventeenth birthday. Whether he bought it or lifted it, I don't know. Probably the latter though. It was gray and had Mickey standing in the middle. I pulled it over my head and sat down on the bed.

Man, did I miss my brother. Of course he got on my nerves quite often, but he was always there for me. He could always make me laugh and he was always entertaining at a party. We were close, not as close as the Curtis brothers, but we had fun. He knew a lot about what had happened in the previous year. He had been there for me and gave me advice, which I'm always unsure of whether to take since he doesn't always make the best decisions. Two-Bit was the closest thing I had to my father growing up. Now that I had the real thing, I had to go without my brother, who didn't even know he was going to be an uncle. I didn't like it one bit.

I got off my bed and went over to another one of my bags, which contained other possessions. I put it on my bed and opened it up. First things I pulled out, records, were nothing to worry about. Neither were the books. After that, I took out my first journal, which Soda had given me along with my guitar so I had something to write down lyrics in. It had other stuff in it, too, like thoughts or favorite bands at the time. I smiled and thought back to the first song I had written,

My thirteenth birthday had just gone by a few days ago, and I'd been trying to think of lyrics since then. It was becoming impossible for me to think about anything else. It was frustrating me to no end, and it was rare that you'd see me without my guitar or a pen and my journal in hand.

A few days later, we all heard that Mr. and Mrs. Curtis had gotten into an accident. Their car had been hit by a train on their way home from running errands. We were all heartbroken. We couldn't believe that that had happened to them. They were the best people in the world and they died. Soda, Darry, and Pony were just awful. It took quite the toll on them.

I didn't really know how to take it. But I was suddenly inspired for songwriting. I took out my journal one day when I was at home and sat down with my guitar. I wrote FOREVER YOUNG at the top of the first page and started singing and playing, stopping occasionally to write down the words.

Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men

Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the madmen

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young

Its so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

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So that song wasn't exactly inspired by a happy event, but I thought it was pretty good. Maybe I'd try to play it again later. I put my journal down and stuck my hand back in the bag. I pulled out a jewelry case. I froze, tears springing to my eyes. I opened it and took out a silver necklace with a silver heart hanging down from the chain.

It had been a gift from Tim. It wasn't given on any special occasion or anything. I was just sitting at home, reading on the couch, and Tim walked in. He sat down next to me and handed me this box. I opened it and was shocked. It was beautiful and as soon as I saw it, I planted kisses all over Tim's face. He was laughing, one of his genuine laughs. None of that hard, tough, fake laughter. We ended up going to my room and making love. Maybe that was when I got pregnant. Hmm, I'd have to figure that out. I think we did it after that, too, though.

I had taken it off when I went to break up with Tim. It didn't feel right wearing it when I was telling him we couldn't be together. I never gave it back to him, nor did he ask me to. I looked at it again and then put it on my neck. I was never going to take it off again. I wanted to think about him, so there was no way this was going back in the box.

I finished putting away the rest of my things and decided that I needed a break. I was also kind of hungry. I walked out of my room and made my way to the kitchen. Yes, the kitchen, not the dining room.

I walked in and found a Spanish-looking girl, not much older than me, in there. "Hi," I said.

"Hello, miss. Can I make you something?"

"No, I'm good." I went over to the refrigerator and grabbed an apple. "You must be Maria."

"Yes miss."

"Oh, you don't have to call me miss. I'm Bridget." She nodded. "I'm not a soc, I just live with them. So please don't try and be polite. I'm a greaser, so you and me aren't much different." She didn't say anything. "Do you live here too?"

She nodded. "Right down the hall."

"Well, how 'bout you meet me back here tonight after dinner, and we can play cards or something. I'll bring the cards."

"Okay, miss." I glared at her. "Okay, Bridget."

I smiled. "See you later." I walked out of the kitchen and headed out to the porch, running into Susan on my way.

"Hello Bridget. Isn't that shirt just darling. Where did you get it? Sarah would love one like that."

"I don't know. Two-Bit gave it to me."

"I'm sorry, who?"

"Two-Bit, my brother."

"I thought your brother was Keith.

"He is. Everyone calls him Two-Bit though because he always has to get his two bits in."

"Oh." You could tell she was forcing her smile. "You and your friends sure have some odd habits."

"No odder than most groups of friends."

She was silent for a minute. Her eyes drifted to my neck. "That necklace is beautiful," she said, taking it in her hand and looking more closely at it.

"Thanks. My boyfriend gave it to me." A look of disgust came over her face, before it quickly disappeared.

"And would this be the same boy that got you into this…trouble?"

"Yes, it would be," I said, smiling sweetly at her.

She stepped back and put on that fake smile that was always on her face. "You should put on your bikini and go out and get some sun. This may be the last time you'll be able to be in a bikini for the next six months."

"Yeah, I'll think about it." I walked past her and stood on the porch, eating my apple. I thought I'd take her up on that advice. I didn't see the point in tanning my stomach if it wouldn't be showing much, but they had a pool, so maybe I'd go for a swim instead.

I finished my apple and went inside to throw it away. I made my way back to my room and changed into my bathing suit. It wasn't actually a great sight, but who was really going to see me anyway. I grabbed a towel and went to the backyard, putting my towel on a chair and jumping in the pool.

I stayed in the pool for about an hour, until I started getting waterlogged. I found a float and climbed on it, lying in the sun.

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"Now who is this fine-haired beauty?"

I opened my eyes and looked in the direction that the voice had come from. Travis was standing there with another guy, both in bathing suits.

"My sister," Travis said.

"And how come I haven't met this splendor before?"

"She just moved here."

"Well, do my eyes deceive me or are you in need of some company?" he said to me.

"Your eyes deceive you." I climbed out of the pool and grabbed my towel, drying off and wrapping it around me.

"Ooh, harsh, my lady." He stared at me. "And does thy sister have a name?"

"Bridget," I answered. "And do you always speak in Old English dialogue?"

"Only in the presence of a beautiful lady."

I rolled my eyes. "Right."

He dropped the English accent. "I'm Lucas."

I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"What happened to Sarah? Did you trade her in for a more upgraded version?"

"More like downgraded," Travis said. I glared at him and flipped him off. I walked inside the house. I heard Travis tell Lucas he'd be right back. I knew he was coming to talk to me. Maybe we'd finally get things straightened out. I knew what he thought of me, but I wanted him to say it to my face.

"Hey, stay away from him," he said when he had me cornered in the hallway.

"Oh yeah, and why is that?"

"Because he doesn't need someone like you ruining his life, so just keep your hands to yourself."

"I'll try, but I don't know if I can keep myself under that kind of control. I mean, look at me. Knocked up and only seventeen."

"Yeah, we all know what a slut you are, but keep away from my friends."

"Believe me, I will. I don't want any socs. If you don't remember, I was just fine back in Tulsa with Tim. I don't want to be here."

"Good."

"What exactly is your problem with me? How can you hate me so much when you don't even know me?"

He looked me square in the eyes and said, "I don't want a greasy whore for a sister."

"Well, I guess we're in the same predicament. I don't want an arrogant, jackass soc for a brother, but you don't see me complaining."

"Just keep your distance," Travis warned.

"I'll try my hardest," I said sarcastically. He walked off and I went up to my room. What an idiot he was. Like I wanted one of his empty-headed friends. I was just fine with pining over Tim. I didn't need any other guy in my life, thank you.

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Travis walked back out to the deck and sat down at the picnic table with Lucas. "Seriously, man, how'd you end up with her as a sister?"

"Some greaser knocked her up and she got sent here."

"Your sister's a babe."

"Stepsister."

"Makes it even better, huh?" he said, punching Travis in the shoulder jokingly. "Get to hit on her and not have to worry. She's only related to you by marriage."

"Believe me, I don't want her."

"I do."

"You won't be saying that in a couple months."

"Au contraire mon ami. Since she's already knocked up, I don't have to worry about an unwanted kid after messing around with her."

"Luke, just stay away from her."

"You just want her all for yourself."

"That's gross, blood related or not. Why would I want some greaser whore when I can have any soc girl in town begging at my door?"

"Because this, my friend, is an adventure. How often do you get a greaser chick in this town?" Travis thought about it for a minute. He still didn't want Bridget, and he sure didn't want his friends to be fooling around with her. She'd only ruin their lives. He couldn't wait for her to graduate, have this kid, and get the hell out of their lives.

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I changed into the clothes I had on earlier and then sat on my bed with my guitar. I just played around with it a little, running my fingers over the strings, playing a few chords. After awhile, I went through my mental library of songs that I had written and I thought of one that I wrote when I was still in Tulsa wanting Tim to be mine. Of course this was before all the problems that had started with Dallas. I smiled. I started playing the music to it and, shortly after, I was singing along,

One fine day

You'll look at me

And you will know

Our love was meant to be

One fine day

You're gonna want me for your girl

The arms I long for

Will open wide

And you'll be proud

To have me by your side

One fine day

You're gonna want me for your girl

Though I know you're the kind of boy

Who only wants to run around

I'll keep waiting and someday, darling

You'll come to me

When you want to settle down, oh

One fine day

We'll meet once more

And then you'll want

The love you threw away before

One fine day

You're gonna want me for your girl

I smiled when I was done. Someone walked into the room, clapping, and I looked up to see Lucas in the doorway. "I knew you felt that way about me," he said.

"You wish." I got off my bed and went to put my guitar back in its case. When I stood back up and turned around, Lucas was standing awfully close to me. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can help me by letting me take you out Friday."

"Sorry, but I don't date Travis's friends."

"C'mon, we can work this all out with him."

"Okay, let me rephrase. I don't date socs."

"You're a soc yourself."

"Nope. I'm a greaser through and through."

"For now, you're a soc."

"Okay, let's try another tactic. I'm pregnant. Now why would you wanna date me when you could have any other girl out there willing to screw you?"

He pushed me up against the wall. Wasn't this déjà vu? "At least with you, I won't have to worry about getting the girl pregnant." Eww, I had to keep myself from being sick in my mouth. Fuckin' socs think they can have anything they want.

"Bridget, dinner!" I heard my dad yell from the bottom of the stairs. Thank god.

"I'm famished, aren't you?" I moved out from between him and the wall and made my way down the stairs. My 'family' was all sitting around the table. Travis had an angry look to his eyes when he saw Lucas come in behind me. It wasn't my fault this guy wouldn't leave me alone.

I sat down next to Sarah and waited for the food to be brought to the table. Maria came into the dining room carrying some plates of food. I smiled at her and she gave a small smile, not big enough for anyone else to see. She walked out and we all started eating.

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That night, around nine, I went back to the kitchen with a deck of cards. Maria was already there, looking through a recipe book. "Hey Maria." I sat down across from her at the breakfast bar.

"Hi Bridget."

"You know how to play poker? We don't gotta bet or anything. We'll just play for the heck of it."

She nodded. "Okay."

I dealt the cards and we played a few games in silence. "So what's it like working here?"

"It's alright," she answered. "It was the best job I could get outta high school."

"How long you been here?"

"Um, three years."

"That must be awful. I don't think I'd be able to take orders from any of them for that long."

"It's alright I guess. It could be worse."

"Yeah I suppose. Do you ever have any time off?"

"Weekend nights I can usually get out if I let Mrs. Matthews know ahead of time."

"We should do something then sometime. We could go to the movies or something."

She thought it over. "That sounds good."

I smiled. "So you know all of Sarah's and Travis's friends?"

"The ones they bring here."

"What about Lucas? Is there a way to get rid of him?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's taken it upon himself to be the one to woo me in this town. And I wanna get him away from me."

"Well, if he gets too bad, just give him a good whack. That's what I did when I first met him."

"Good, I'll try that next time he tries to hit on me. Thanks."

She smiled and nodded. "So how come you are here?"

"In California?" She nodded. "Well, I got pregnant and my mom didn't want anyone knowing so she sent me here after making me break up with my boyfriend and telling all my friends that I wanted to get to know my dad, which I don't."

"That must be tough for you, being away from your baby's father."

"It is. I miss him a lot. We were together for a year and a half before this happened. I just wish I could've told him we were having a baby. He would've been so happy."

"What's his name? What's he like?"

"His name's Tim. He's supposed to be one of the biggest hoods in Tulsa, but I think that kinda changed once we got together. Sure, he still has his rep, but he's gone soft. He would've made a great dad. He's actually the one who said I love you first. I was too scared to love him, but he finally convinced me."

She smiled again. "That's romantic."

"Yeah." We went on for a few hours, just playing cards and talking about our lives and interests. I was content for the first time in the twenty-four hours that I'd been at this house. I had a friend that I could relate to. I knew what it was like to not have any money. The only thing was that she worked, where as I didn't. I had a feeling that I'd be getting a little more use to this place with a friend that lived in the same house.