Ashley pulled her sister into the bathroom and closed the door as quickly and quietly as possible. Tears began to flow from her eyes as she looked at her sister in desperation. Amy wore the same look as her sister, but was instead desperate for this to be a dream. A horrible nightmare.

"You can't tell anyone, Amy." Ashley pleaded. Amy was still wearing that desperate look, as though any minute she would awake, and this would all just disappear. How could this happen?

"Ashley… how… why… what…" Amy couldn't get the words she wanted to say out of her mouth. She was just too shocked and surprised.

"I don't know!" Ashley shouted in a whisper. "I didn't mean… I just… I don't know what I was thinking!" Ashley through herself into her sister's arms and sobbed, just as Amy had done over their grandmother earlier that day. Amy didn't want this for her sister; she didn't want her sister to have to go through all of the troubles that she had gone through.

"Was it your first time?" Amy asked, looking down at her baby sister.

Ashley nodded, "It was horrible, it hurt and I bled. And I wasn't ready." This brought another batch of tears.

"I'm going to slaughter Ricky." Amy said, rage was beginning to consume her. She couldn't believe that he had gotten her sister pregnant. No, he couldn't just be satisfied with screwing up one sister's life. He had to ruin both.

"What?" Ashley looked up at her sister with a confused look spread on her face.

"I can't believe he's done this to you." Amy shook with anger. Ashley didn't respond to what her sister had said, but instead began to ball even more hysterically. She was trying to be as quiet as she could without having to stifle her tears. She couldn't not cry anymore. She had ruined everything. She'd ruined her life, she had ruined her relationship with Ricky, and she had ruined her parents' marriage… again.

"You won't say anything?" Ashley looked up at her sister again, with a hopeful look on her face.

"No," Amy said grudgingly. "You kept my secret. I'll keep yours as long as I have to."

"So what are we exactly?" Ricky laughed, getting a spoonful of ice cream shoved into his mouth by Peyton, whose legs were resting on his lap as the two of them sat on Ricky's sofa watching old movies.

"Must we put a label on it?" Peyton asked, shoving ice cream into her own mouth. To be honest, she really wanted him to put a label on it. She wanted to be his girlfriend. But, that really wasn't Peyton Powers' style. Sure, she'd had boyfriends before… but they were one day boyfriends that she had for convenience and once they tried to get into her pants, she dumped them. She wanted Ricky to say what he wanted, and then maybe she'd agree.

"We don't have to…" Ricky said, looking a little glum. For the first time, he actually wanted to put a label on a relationship. "I'd like to know what I'm supposed to introduce you as…"

"What do you mean?" Peyton said, titling her head sideways… something that Ricky found adorable.

"This is my friend Peyton, we kiss and we have feelings for each other." Ricky said mockingly and laughed with Peyton.

"I see your point." Peyton said, narrowing her eyes. "We are kind of dating."

"We are," Ricky smiled. "You are my girlfriend." He liked the way that sounded coming out of his mouth, and the way it rolled off his tongue… simply because he was saying it about Peyton.

"You are my boyfriend." The thought made Peyton extremely nervous. Sure, she was overjoyed. But, at the same time…by labeling their relationship, they would have to put another label on it later… whether it was backwards or forwards. Peyton didn't like feeling so vulnerable, and that was the way that Ricky made her feel, she just didn't want to get hurt.

"Oh goody, now we get to have anniversaries and date nights!" Ricky joked, Peyton laughed along at his wittiness… but she still felt a little worried. What if he did do something to hurt her? She could hardly bear the thought.

"Can I sleep over?" Peyton asked, surprising herself.

"Sure," Ricky smiled, his eyebrows rising.

"Oh don't get too excited. We are not having sex." Peyton laughed as Ricky pouted like a little puppy dog. He grabbed her by the bum to pull her closer to him.

"You've got a little…" Ricky said gesturing to Peyton's face.

"What?" Peyton asked, searching for the ice cream that he was referring to on her face.

"I'll get it." Ricky smiled, and kissed it off of Peyton's cheek. He moved to her mouth and she repositioned him so she was on top while they kissed. "I like a woman in control." Ricky laughed.

"Just making sure if there is any funny business, it's me who is conducting it." Peyton winked. She thought she just might be falling in… something with Ricky. Like him, she didn't want to say love. Love was hard, and how could this be love if it was so easy…

In the earlier hours of the morning, Amy and Ashley Jeurgens pulled into the parking lot of a fast food restaurant. Amy was at the wheel with a look of shock seemingly attached to her face permanently. Whilst, Ashley sat in the passenger seat with tears streaming down her face and her head down. In her hands, a tiny grocery bag with two already opened pregnancy boxes inside it.

Amy watched as her sister, Ashley, got out of the car slowly and dropped the bag in a nearby garbage bin. Ashley walked back to Amy's car and got in, with tear stains decorating her young face. Her young face, that look so pained and worried that Amy could hardly stand to look at her sister.

"Thanks, Amy." Ashley said, looking down at her now empty hands.

Amy ignored her sister's thanks; she had hardly heard it with all of the thoughts running around in her mind. Instead she said, "What are you going to do?"

Ashley looked taken aback but answered: "I don't know. I really do not know."

"Ashley," Amy began, "You… no, we… We will get through this."

Ashley made a noise that blew her sister off; she had turned from saddened to anger with the flip of a switch. "I can't believe after everything you've been through, you manage to still be so naive."

Amy shook her head, "You can stop. I know you are hurting, so I'll ignore what you just said to me. Keep in mind; it doesn't hurt to have a little faith. Especially in your situation."

As the two sisters pulled back in the drive way of their house, they saw the light in their kitchen was on, signalling that one of their parents were awake. As they made their way through the house and approached the kitchen they saw their father sitting at the table with their brother Robbie in his arms.

"Morning, dad." Amy said placing her keys down onto the countertop.

"Where were you guys?" George asked his daughters. Ashley, who still had tear stains streaking her face, looked stricken with panic. She hadn't thought of an excuse yet.

"We just needed to go for a drive. Ashley and I are just having a hard time." Amy said calmly. She seemed to be coming to her sister's rescue more than usual, and she had promised she wouldn't tell the secret… she supposed that meant not letting it get out naturally either.

"I know it's hard… dealing with losing someone you love. Mimsy is in a better place now, girls." George said, looking a little weepy as he did so. "I'm just glad you two are getting along, again."

Too bad he did not know why.

Peyton had walked into her overly large, mansion style house freely with her heels on. Usually, a teenager who was just getting home in the wee hours of the morning would be cautious about the tap-tap-taping noises her heels were making throughout her house. But having an overly large house paid in more ways than comfort. The only people that could hear her tapping were the ones she could pay, and who had known her forever and knew when to keep their mouths shut.

She had quietly snuck out of Ricky's, her boyfriend, house. And now she was loudly entering her own. Peyton did not quite understand why she had left. They had only been sleeping. But, when she had woken up, she had looked at Ricky thoughtfully as he slept. And suddenly she had wanted to leave. Impulsive as Peyton was, she did.

And though Peyton could hardly understand her own actions, she thoroughly understood other peoples. She knew that Ricky would forgive her for leaving, because he was in love with her…

And Peyton didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was in love with Ricky.

I'm back! In case you were wondering, I had a pretty good trip. Though, I know have a cold. FML. Let me know how you like this chapter (though nothing really happens, just some stuff that I need to let you readers in on) by reviewing! Thanks for reading, and reviewing. It means a bunch! New chapter might be up tomorrow, and it might be very long… I haven't decided. You choose: One very long chapter that takes a bit to write or medium size chapters that come out faster? xoxo