Forgot an author's note on the last one. I guess I was in a hurry to post it. But I think things will get a little better in this chapter, the beginning was sort of all explainations and everything. Now we can get to the good stuff xD.

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"Miles, time for breakfast!"

My eyes flew open at the sound of my name. I sat up quickly and took in my surroundings. I fell asleep in the bathroom? Oh well, it fits, I spend most of my time in there anyway. I quickly stood up and looked into the mirror. I was a mess. I was worse than I mess, I was a mess with dried vomit.

I grimaced at the unpleasant taste in my mouth and decided that brushing my teeth would have to come before a shower. I went through my morning routine at a rapid pace and made it downstairs within 15 minutes.

"Hey, bud," my dad greeted. "I saved you some bacon."

Food should sound really disgusting to me right now, but oddly enough, I was starved. I sat myself down at the table and scarfed the bacon hungrily. My dad sat himself next to me as I ate.

"Woah, bud slow down, you're gonna make yourself sick doing that."

He had no idea.

"Uhh, right, sorry dad," I said, quickly slowing my pace. "I better get going though, school starts soon."

I pushed away from the table, grabbed my bag, and was out the door before he could protest.

I ran down the rode, obviously forgetting I could drive. I soon got tired and forced myself to slow down. Wow, I was really out of shape. I walked at a slow pace until my breathing slowed. Then I felt something else coming, that definitely didn't feel like a breathe. I ran to the side of the rode and bent over a bush in someone's yard. What a nice surprise for when they got home.

Toward the middle of my little episode, I felt my hair lifted up off of my neck. I didn't get a chance to look at my mysterious helper, I couldn't find a time to lift my head.

"It's okay Miles, you're almost done."

Wait....I know that voice. Oliver.

My luck really sucks.

He was right, about 10 seconds later, the heaving had ceased and I could stand up straight again. I took in rapid breathes to calm myself, and Oliver laid an arm around my shoulder while I calmed down. He pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket and held them out for me. I took them, smiling at him slightly, and took them and started to clean myself up.

Once all the traces of vomit had dissapeared off my face, I finally spoke, "I'm sorry about that, Oliver."

Oliver looked at me a second, then laughed quietly to himself.

"Miles, only you would apologize for getting sick."

"I meant for making you late for school, you donut."

"Hey, watch it," he replied, snaking his arm around my waist and beginning to walk, "One day, you'll pay for those insults."

I laughed. "I'm sure I will," I paused and quickly added, "Donut."

I felt his fingers lightly start moving along my side. I quickly grabbed his hand.

"Don't even think about it," I said, squeezing his hand.

He smiled and shrugged, muttering something under his breathe about 'later.' Then suddenly, he stopped walking and turned to look at me.

"Hey Miles, how set were you on going to school today?"

My face twisted in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Well..." he looked to the ground and then back up at me. "I was wondering whether you would...ditch with me today."

My eyes winded, "Ditch school?!"

He laughed lightly, and my heart leapt into my throat. He had the most beautiful laugh. He rested his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye.

"Are you seriously going to be a goody-goody for the rest of your life?"

I laughed to myself. If only he knew... then my silent laughs turned into inner shrieks of fear. What if I told him I was pregnant...and he wanted nothing to do with me anymore? What if he thought I was a slut, or that he could better? I definitely didn't want to lose Oliver. We'd been friends since I'd moved to Malibu, and when we finally started dating, I thought my life couldn't get any better. Well, at least I was right about that. After I read that pregnancy test, my life was down the tubes. Along with my breakfast.

I'd made up my mind. I was going to ditch school with Oliver today, but it wouldn't be the amazing adventure he'd obviously been planning. I was going to tell him I was pregnant. I was going to get the hurt over with -if it came- as early as possible, so I would get over it quicker. If I ever got over it that is. Besides, it's not like I could keep it from him. Once I started showing in a couple months, it was all over anyway. Everyone would know, and it wouldn't matter if I told them or not, I know what they would all think.

"You're right," I finally replied. "I think I'd be up for something dangerous today."

Oliver smiled and took my hand, and childishly, we ran in the oppisite direction of Sea View High School.

Woo. Finishing a chapter on Thanksgiving day was actually kind of fun. I may even post the next chapter today, if I get reviews on this one. Depends on if I'm still in the 'writing mood.' ANYWAYS time for the reviews :]. It makes me update quicker.