Okey dokey! So one of my lovely friends, miss samantha1102, helped me out with my writer's block!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

So now I can bring you this beautiful chapter.

P.S. Before we get started, grab a box of tissues and a helmet, because you are about to crash into a wall of sweet fluffaliciousness!

(Five star review for the made up word!)

***** FIVE STARS!

Lol, on with the story.

Anya's POV

I sat curled up on the couch, clad in my old pajamas and a pair of white slippers. My mom laid next to me, her hand in the popcorn as we watched Grey's Anatomy. "Oh my god! Se's miscarrying! She's miscarrying!"

My mom patted my arms in anxiousness. I winced and laughed. "Yeah, mom. I see."

"Oh my god! This is the best episode ever!" My dad peeked his head in the living room, from his bedroom. "Babe, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight baby girl."

I smiled and waved at him. "Goodnight daddy." He nodded my way and turned to go in his room. My mom sighed and turned to me. "I'm tivo-ing the rest of this episode. I'm going to sleep sweety."

She stood and pressed a kiss to my forehead and left the room. I stood and gathered the bowl of popcorn in my hands, yawining before shutting off the television. As I entered the kitchen I paused, swearing I heard the familiar strum of a guitar.

"I love to watch you cheer." "Oh my god." I dropped the bowl of popcorn on the counter and raced to the window of the dining room, peeking out to see if anyone was on the front porch.

Sav Bhandari.

And his guitar.

And a radio.

Singing to our song.

I raced to open the door. "Sav! What are you doing here?" He smiled and continued singing "You're my one. My only, Anya."

My frown quickly turned to a shy smile. "Sav..."

"Anya Samantha MacPherson. I know, I know I broke your heart, but the news. It changes everything. "Sav..."

He held a hand up and cut me off again. "So...here are a pair of blue baby shoes. And here are a pink pair of baby shoes." He held a bag out to me. "We can keep them around until we figure out which one the baby's going to be."

I smiled and took the bag. Sav grinned and shrugged. "So...what do you think?"

I grinned. "I think you should stop cutting me off." Sav laughed and i stepped forward, hugging him. "Come inside, it's cold."

Sav picked up the radio and stepped in. "Anya, I've never done this before. I suck out. My parents are going to kill me when they find out. Yet, oddly, I'm getting this adrenaline rush from it."

I giggled. "Shhh! My parents just went to sleep! Come on!" I grabbed his hand and an up to my room, upstairs. I closed the door and turned the lock. "You have no idea how risky this is." Sav smiled and sat on the bed, dropping his guitar on the mattress.

I smiled and sat next to him on the mattress, butterflies rumbling in my stomach. "We might get in trouble."

Sav looked at me and bit his lip. "We might not be able to see each other for a while."

I nodded. "Might as well make it worth it...right?" Sav grinned and brought his hand to the back of my neck, pulling me closer and closer to him until we finally kissed.

"Get off of me..." I groaned and rolled over. I snuggled into my pillow and smiled. I had the best dream ever. Sav had finally kissed me again since the breakup. I grinned in my sleep.

"Mmmmm..." A much lower and throatier voice rung out next to me. I shot up. "Oh my god! Sav!"

Sav rumbled and groggily opened his eyes. "Anya?"

I got up and pushed him. "WAKE UP before my parents do Sav!"

"God! What time is it?" I glanced at the clock behind me. "8:35, Saturday morning."

Sav got up and grabbed his shoes. "I have to get home before my parents wake up." I bit my lip as I watched Sav race to lace up his sneakers. "GOD! How did I fall asleep?"

I giggled and handed him his guitar as he raced out. He stopped by my door to kiss my cheek before running out. My cheeks turned red with blush as I walked him run out of the house.

I made my way back upstairs to my room before my parents could wake up. "Anya sweety? Don't you want breakfast?"

My eyes fluttered open as I saw my mom hovering above me. I glanced at the clock. 10:48. I sighed and smiled. "Pancakes?"

She smiled. "And tea with lemon...But speaking of something sour..." She placed the radio on my bed. I gasped and closed my eyes, waiting for the wrath to come my way. "Next time you sneak a boy in, make sure he leaves with all of his stuff."

"Mom, I..." She shook her head, her long auburn hair cascading down her shoulders. "No need for explanation. I'm not mad. I just don't want to see you getting hurt. You're too fragile."

I smiled. "So, I'm not in trouble?"

She laughed. "I said I'm not mad. If you don't want this information getting leaked out to Dad, I think that a certain garden needs weeding. I'm not mad you snuck a boy in without my knowing. I just wouldn't do it again if you like fresh air. Just saying."

I laughed and sat up. "Pancakes?"

She laughed and kissed my forehead. "Yes, Anya. pancakes."

Haha, it's fun capturing the character of Anya's mom.

She's soo fun to use in a story!

I'm super doper excited for what's happening next!

You should be too because something drastic happens and one of those, plan A or plan b things happens!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Lol, love you all! Review please! -Pink Silk :P