Silence.

"Please Valerie, tell me your kidding." Danny felt sick. He felt like his entire world just crashed down on him. This couldn't be happening. "Please tell me your kidding. Haha, what a joke." Valerie narrowed her eyes.

"Why would I joke about something so serious?" She pulled Danny inside, and closed the door. "Look," she started, "This is serious. I wish I was kidding, and this was all a joke. But it's not." Danny was starting to shake. He sat down, and cupped his hands into face. He shook his head.

"We're too young," He whispered, "What are we doing with our lives? Fuck Valerie, look at us. We're Freshman in highschool! Our parents are going to kill us. How did this even happen? I wore a condom!" It was quiet for a while. Neither of them knew what to say.

"It must of broke," She whispered. She looked up to the black haired man. "You're not going to leave me, right?" Danny's head snapped up.

"No, of course not." He stood up and hugged her. "I'm so sorry Valerie." They stood in that position for awhile. Lost in there own thoughts, they embraced. Not wanting to face the horrors that awaited them.

"I want to keep it," Valerie said finally. Danny let go of her. His stomach churned. He didn't want a kid yet. He was sure that he didn't to think about having his own flesh and blood in an foster home, or being aborted. Was keeping it the only option? "We would make good parents," Valerie finally said, interrupting his thoughts, "Remember the flour sack? When we had to parent it?" She chuckled. "We were good." Danny frowned.

"A baby isn't a flower sack." Valerie rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I'm well aware. But, yes we did fight, but what parents don't? And sure a baby is going to be a thousand times harder, but we can do it." Danny smirked.

"If we even come back alive after the wrath of our parents." She put her hand over her mouth.

"My father is going to be so disappointed." Danny nodded.

"My parents won't be so thrilled either." Valerie put her hand on her stomach.

"Can we actually do this? Or are we way over our heads." Danny laughed and put his hands over hers.

"Oh, we are defiantly way over our heads."