Amy sat on a barstool in the Pizza King restaurant. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared into the near distance. Her mouth hung open in admiration as her glance coyly followed her manager, Carson, as he interacted with the rest of the staff with a glowing smile reseting beautifully on his face.

Amy hardly noticed as he made his way over to her, as she twirled her long brown hair between her index and middle finger. It wasn't until Carson gave her a slight kiss on the cheek in greeting that she snapped out of her daze.

"Amy," Carson smiled an even sweeter smile.

"Hey," Amy returned the smile.

"Do you want to come over tonight?" Carson asked, his most seductive voice was coaxing Amy into agreement, but she had to take care of John tonight.

"I…" she began to agree. "I have John tonight."

Carson scrunched his face up in confusion and ran his hand nervously through his auburn hair. "I have to know who this 'John' is, it's killing me inside!"

Amy let out a laugh. "You don't know who John is? Peyton hasn't told you?"

"Well, I asked her about him and she said he was cute and that I would love him. But, why would I love someone who you were involved with that wasn't me?" Carson asked, his voice was calm but his eyes looked genuinely worried about what Amy was going to say.

Amy snorted with laughter, but stopped when she saw the look on Carson's face.

"John is my son." Amy stated with a little giggle in her voice.

Carson's eyes grew wide. And Amy held her breathe, she'd had luck so far with guys being accepting of her teen-motherhood situation but she always worried that when a guy found out that he'd run and hide.

Carson let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god. I thought you were emotionally attached to some other dude!"

"You're okay with me being a mom?" Amy asked, she was suddenly overflowing with excitement.

"Why wouldn't I be? If I like a girl, why does it matter if she has a kid?" Carson said, hugging Amy close and secretly sniffing her hair, because he was a sentimentally creepy sort of guy.

"I'm glad," was all Amy could muster.

On the other side of town, Peyton lay underneath Ricky's warm body as they kissed passionately. Ricky was a kissing sensation, and Peyton seemed addicted. Little did she know that he felt the same as she did. Though they hadn't done anything yet, and Ricky didn't verbally push her to do anything Peyton knew that he really wanted to, with him on top of her it was completely obvious.

She just didn't know if she was ready, she knew that if she slept with him… that she would be emotionally tied to him forever, whilst she might just be another peg on the totem pole for his long list of sexual partners.

"Oh, okay. We need to stop." Ricky said in a panic as he rolled over onto his back. Peyton scooted on the bed to cuddle up next to him. And he threw his arm around her.

"Why?" she asked, she was curious and hadn't wanted to stop.

"Because I got a little, erm, too excited." Ricky said, catching his breath. His face was red.

"I wouldn't have minded." Peyton said honestly.

"I would have. That hasn't happened to me since I was fourteen." Ricky laughed a little bit, and tangled his fingers in her hair.

"Was that the last time a girl made you fight to have sex with her?" Peyton asked, she wasn't smiling jokingly, she was being serious.

Ricky laid there playing with Peyton's hair in deep thought.

"Come to think of it, yes… it was." He replied to her question.

Now Peyton let out a laugh of epic proportions. And Ricky couldn't help but laugh too.

"What if we have sex, and everything changes? What if we have sex and you don't feel the same anymore? Where does that leave me?" she asked, she was seriously concerned.

Ricky rolled over on his side and looked into his girlfriend's eyes with what could only be described as love and worry.

"You're right, I won't feel the same. I'll be even happier than I am now, even though I'm not sure that is possible." He said, grabbing Peyton's chin with affection and kissing her lips softly as she smiled.

"How do you know that?" Peyton asked, smiling.

"I just know." He replied.

"There are… other things we can do until I think I'm ready." Peyton said, she hadn't realized it but her voice had gone all sultry and sexy.

"Like watch TV?" Ricky asked, he hadn't taken the hint.

"No!" Peyton laughed, hitting him in the shoulder. She threw a leg over top of him and looked down at him seductively. "Other things."

"Oh!" Ricky caught on, and smiled deeply as he watched his beyond beautiful girlfriend slowly unbutton her shirt with pleasure. He liked where this was going.

Ashley Jeurgens sat in her room moping about, as she had done for days. She held a phone in her hand and the Yellow Pages was sitting open across her lap. She had been staring at the phone numbers for more than thirty minutes. She had thought it over for the last week or so, and she knew what she had to do. She had to do what was best for her, and her family.

She did not want to be a mother. She did not want a third baby in the house. She did not want to be Amy. She wanted to be Ashley, and she didn't want to live a life based on her mistakes. Ashley knew she had been wrong to do what she did, she knew that she should not have slept with…

Ashley looked through her cell phone for his number. She scrolled down and stopped as she spotted the name. Sighing, she pressed talk and waited as the phone rang.

"Ashley?" The guy on the other side of the phone asked in surprise. "You haven't answered my calls since… well, you know."

"Hi," she said quietly.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, concern apparent in his voice.

"I…" she tried to say it, nothing would come out. "Yes."

"Yes, something is wrong?" The guy asked.

Ashley let out a little whimper as she worked up the courage to say it.

"I… I'm pregnant." She finally explained.

"What?" He exclaimed. "You said you were on the pill!"

"I lied." She cried, her sobs clouding up the connection of the phone.

"What the hell?"

"I'm so sorry, Jimmy." She said, her voice quivering at his name. Her one night stand, the father of the foetus growing inside of her stomach, the guy who took her virginity, the guy whose virginity she took.

Just as she was about to spew more apologies, Ashley heard the click of the phone being hung up. Hanging up her own phone in shock, she could feel the tears brimming in her eyes and curled up on the bed in the foetal position.

She was a wreck.

Two chapters, two days. YAY. Thanks to everyone who review. Please do it again, it motivates me!