Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long, but here's another chapter! The next ones already underway, so hopefully it'll be up faster! Let me know what you think please! Enjoy!

-Jen

Miley barley slept that night. She kept looking at that text message, her stomach churning. Who the hell was this 'A' person? They'd called her Ms. Montana, meaning that they knew her secret, and if someone knew her secret then it was bad, even more bad than it would've been before. Now, if someone leaked her secret, the world would know that their idol and role model was sixteen and pregnant.

Even more unsettling, this person clearly had dirt on Ali, Aria, and Aria's friends.

"Be careful who you trust," Miley whispered softly, hearing Aria go into the bathroom from her room. Glancing at the clock on her night table, she saw it was seven. Aria said school started at 8:15. Even though she wasn't going today, she knew she wasn't going to get any more sleep besides the few hours she'd gotten in between thinking.

She slid out of her bed, sliding her feet into her slippers, and ran her fingers through her wavy hair before leaving her room and walking quietly down the stairs. Byron sat at the table already, sipping on coffee reading the paper, while Ella was in the kitchen, making something.

Aria had told her that Ella worked at the school, but that she'd taken this day off. Byron worked at the local college, Hollis College.

Ella looked up and was the first to notice her, she smiled. "Good morning!"

"Morning," Miley said quietly.

"You're up early," Byron commented.

Miley shrugged. "I couldn't sleep."

"Are you feeling ok?" Ella asked.

Miley nodded, "Yea. I never really got sick much. I just...couldn't stop thinking about everything."

Ella nodded understandingly, as Aria and Mike came down the stairs at the same time. Miley was silent for the most part through breakfast, thinking about both the mysterious text message from last night, and Jake. As if he knew what she was thinking, her phone buzzed inside the pocket of her robe, and when she pulled it out, she had a text from Jake.

From: Jake
are we going to talk about this?

She shook her head, he was unbelievable! Angrily, she replied.

To: Jake
I told you, as soon as you start acting like a man we can talk about this.

He didn't respond, and annoyed, she dropped her phone into the pocket again.

"Jake?" Aria guessed.

Miley nodded, "Jake." She replied, her annoyance with him clear.

"He can't make you do anything, honey." Ella said. "Don't let him change your mind. You need to make the choice that is best for the baby and you, not him."

"I just think it's unfair how his parents are the ones doing this. When I found out, things were fine. He kept talking about how he'd take care of me, and how he loved me. He kept painting all these pretty pictures of how we'd have the baby and be a little family. And now he wants me to kill it." Miley said. "From the start, we both agreed we couldn't live with that. An abortion. I could never."

"Kids are influenced by their parents a lot." Ella said gently, reaching over to take her hand. "Clearly, it's not the most ideal situation. You're so young. But you guys are in this situation because of your actions, both of your actions. That's his child, and if you keep that child, then he is required to support that child."

"It just scares me." Miley said softly, looking up at her, "How quickly everything keeps changing."

xXxXx

After Aria and Mike left for school and Byron for work, Miley took a shower and got dressed in sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt that hugged her frame. Looking in the mirror, she realized that she had a clearly defined baby bump that she'd never noticed before. Her pants felt tighter, her bra felt to small.

Sighing, she made a mental note to remember to go shopping. She hoped she could just get bigger sizes of normal clothes instead of maternity clothes.

Her and Aria had gotten a lot of unpacking done, but Miley finished the rest, setting everything up where she wanted it. By the time she finished it was one in the afternoon.

Ella knocked on the open door, walking in. "It looked great in here," She said.

"Thanks." Miley said, "Aria helped me a lot."

"You guys did a good job setting everything up. Are you hungry? I thought maybe you and I could get lunch together, I could show you around town some." Ella said hopefully.

Ella reminded Miley so much of her mother, that it was comforting. She liked being around her.

"Sure," Miley agreed, nodding. "Do you think I could drive though? I've missed my car," She laughed.

"Sure," Ella agreed, laughing, "I have your keys, the guy left them with me."

"Ok," Miley said, pulling Uggs on her feet, and grabbing a sweatshirt and her purse, and her phone from the bed. Her and Ella headed downstairs together, and Miley waited for Ella to grab her stuff, before they headed outside. Miley happily headed to her car, and Ella handed her the keys.

"There's your keys, and here, we made a copy of the house key for you, too." she said, handing her the 'Seaview High' lanyard that she kept all her keys on.

Miley thanked her and pushed the button on the remote, unlocking the car, and happily sliding into the driver's seat, Ella getting into the passenger seat. She slid the key into the ignition and turned it on to warm up, happy to hear it sounded perfect still.

She adjusted the seat and mirrors, and put the radio on, and then backed out of the driveway. Ella directed her through the streets to the center of the town.

They were soon seated in a small place called 'The Grille.' Miley looked over the menu in between glancing around.

"See anything you like?" Ella asked.

Miley shrugged, "When I'm not feeling sick I want to eat everything lately, it's awful." She laughed. "I think I'll just have a cheese burger."

"Whatever you want," Ella smiled, and they gave their order to the waiter, and then Ella said, "I was able to get an appointment for you. My doctor can fit you in tomorrow morning, you'll be about fifteen minutes late for your first class, but it will be excused. They'll do an examination, and you'll get to see an ultrasound."

"Do I have to look at the ultrasound?" Miley asked, stirring her straw around in her water.

"Not if you don't want to," Ella said, "Do you not want to?"

Miley shrugged. "It's not that I don't want to. I'm just afraid that when I see him or her...I'll just want to keep it. Or that I'll feel it move. It scares me, because then this will all be real. I'm really...pregnant, I'm really sixteen." She whispered.

Ella reached over, taking her hand. "Honey, no one is going to tell you that you have to give the baby up." She said gently. "Not me or Byron, your grandmothers, your godmother, your brother, Aria, Mike, the doctor...anyone. And if someone does, like your boyfriend or his parents, you don't listen to them. This is your choice to make, sweetie, not anyone else. If you want to keep the baby, then you can keep the baby, and we'll support you. If you want to give it up for adoption, then we'll support you."

"Part of feels like I could never forgive myself." Miley admitted. "If I gave it up. Because I know I could do it. I have the money, and I could do it, I could be a good mom. But...what if Jake won't stay?"

"You'll still have us, and your friends and family, sweetie." Ella said. "If he doesn't stay, then he's not worth your time. He doesn't deserve you."

"I don't want to give it away," Miley admitted softly. "I want my baby."

"Then you can keep your baby," Ella said, "It's going to be ok." She said, "I promise."

Miley smiled at her, a few tears escaping. "You remind me a lot of my m...of Susan." She said.

"It's ok," Ella said, "She was your mom, I know that."

Smiling softly, Miley said again, "You remind me a lot of my mom."

"We were inseparable growing up. We were twins, and we did everything together." Ella said.

"She had pictures of you, you know." Miley said, remembering suddenly. "She had one of you two with grandma. When I asked who it was she said you were here best friend...but it had to be you."

"Ella?" They both looked up, and Ella smiled, waving.

"Hi, Pam, how are you?"

"I'm good," The woman said, coming over, smiling. "How are you?"

"Great!" Ella exclaimed, looking at Miley. "Miley, this is Pam Fields, Emily's mother. Pam, this is Miley, our daughter, Aria's twin."

Miley shook Mrs. Field's hands, "Hello," She said, "It's nice to meet you. I met Emily yesterday, she was very nice."

"It's nice to meet you as well, Miley. Welcome to Rosewood, and I'm very sorry about your loss." She said.

"Thank you," Miley accepted quietly.

"Will you be attending Rosewood High with the girls?" Mrs. Fields asked.

"Yea," Miley nodded. "It'll be nice to get to know them all, to have people that understand. About loosing Ali."

"Oh that's right. Emily mentioned you knew her." Pam said sympathetically.

"She was like my sister," Miley nodded. "Excuse me, please, I need to use the restroom," She said suddenly, standing up, wanting to get away and having to pee anyways. She stood, pushing the chair back, and she saw Mrs. Fields look down, her eyes widening as she took in the small but noticeable baby bump.

Miley said nothing, just headed for the bathroom. Inside, she locked herself in a stall and did her business, then went to the sink, washing her hands. Wanting to stay away for a few more minutes, she pulled her phone out, only to find a text from Lily, requesting that she call ASAP.

Miley dialed and called, and right before it would have gone to voicemail, Lily answered. "Sorry!" She said, "I had to beg to go the bathroom."

"It's fine," Miley said, "What's up?"

"Have you seen today's issue of People?" Lily asked, sounding apprehensive.

"No, why?" Miley asked.

"Find one, Miley, now. I can't talk long, I have to go back to class, but find one...I love you, call me later!" Lily said, and then she hang up.

Worried as to why Lily would tell her to get a magazine, she hurried out of the restroom, over to Ella who was still talking to Mrs. Fields.

"Um, I'll be right back. I need to run to the magazine stand outside." She said, grabbing her wallet, running out of the restaurant. There was a magazine stand twenty feet down the street, and Miley hurried over to it. "Do you have today's People?" She spat at the guy, who nodded, and handed it to her. She shoved the three dollars at him, and then looked at it, and her heart dropped, stomach churned.

Gracing the cover was a picture of Jake, looking hurt, and the headline "Jake Ryan tells the painful truth: 'My girlfriend tricked me into getting her pregnant so I'd stay with her'!"

She numbly walked back into the restaurant. "Honey, are you ok?" Ella asked, concerned.

Saying nothing, Miley showed her the magazine. "Oh dear." Ella muttered. "Can we get that to go?" Ella said to the waiter who was just bringing their food. "I'm sorry, Pam, we've got to go." She said, knowing Miley needed away from the public right now. Mrs. Fields left, and the waiter was quick, bringing them take out containers. Ella handed him cash, and then gathered her bag, and picked up Miley's. "Come on," she said, putting an arm around her shoulders, guiding her out of the restaurant.

"How could he do this to me?" Miley said, voice breaking, "Why would he do this? This isn't true, Ella, I swear!"

"I know," Ella promised her, "I know, sweetie, I know it's not true. Here, I'll drive home, you shouldn't drive right now."

Miley got into the passenger seat without fighting, and grabbed the magazine, flipping to the page, scanning it. "He told them I said I was on the pill so he'd sleep with me, and is saying I admitted to lying so I'd get pregnant so he'd be with me forever. Only they make me sound so much worse, like I'm some stupid, desperate whore!" Miley cried.

"Honey, calm down. Stress isn't good for the baby," Ella reasoned, as they stopped at a red light. Looking around, trying to fight back tears, she saw a cemetery.

"Is...is that where she is?" Miley said softly, pointing. Ella nodded, and Miley said, "Bring me there. Please."

Sighing, but knowing that it was Miley's right, Ella headed for the cemetery instead of home. She drove the route to where she knew Alison's headstone was, having been to the funeral.

"Can I have a few minutes?" Miley asked when Ella stopped the car.

"Of course." Ella nodded. "Do you want me to drive around and come back?"

"Sure. Give me ten minutes?"

Ella agreed, and Miley got out, leaving everything except her cell phone in the car, and began walking as Ella drove off. Ella hadn't said which one it was, but Miley knew. It looked the newest, and it was a soft pink stone, and when she got there, she was right.

RIP
Alison Carly DiLaurentis
1992-2007
Beloved daughter, sister and friend
Forever loved, never forgotten

Miley sank to the grass, thankful there was no snow on the ground, that it wasn't wet. Reaching out, she touched the cold stone, her fingers tracing the letters. "Ali," She whispered into the air, this making it all too real. "Ali..." she said again, this time it coming out as a cry. "Why'd you have to go? I miss you so much, Ali, I don't know how I'm going to do this without you, any of this."

"Miley?"

She jumped at the sudden presence of someone, and turned, heart racing, to see Jason walking forward.

"Jason!" She said, getting up and hurrying to meet him. He opened his arms, hugging her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. "I didn't know you were in Rosewood."

"Ella Montgomery was my mom's twin. My mother had the cancer before I was born, and couldn't have babies. Ella was having twins - me and Aria. She and Byron gave me to my parents. Ella and Byron are my legal guardians now." Miley said, "Every thing's been happening all at once." She whispered, not letting go. He was familiar, he was comforting. "I...I don't think I can do this all without her, Jason." She admitted softly. "Loosing my dad, being uprooted. Having a baby."

"Baby?" Jason exclaimed.

Miley nodded against him. "I'm almost four months pregnant. I...I just keep thinking how much easier it'd be if she were here with me, Jason. She was my rock."

"I know," Jason said gently, "But it'll be ok, Miles. It will."

"It doesn't feel like it." Miley whispered. "She should be here. Not under here," Miley said, pointing to the ground. She looked at the stone again. "We always said that we'd be together forever, best friends forever. That we'd be old women in a nursing home, having wheelchair races," She said, through her tears. "We talked about how we'd be the maid of honor at each others weddings, the godmother to each others kids. Now she'll never get married or have kids, or be in a nursing home. I'll never get to have her at my wedding, she'll never know my children. It's not fair, Jason. It's like every thing I ever had is getting ripped away."

He didn't say anything, just held her to him tighter.

"You should have told me." She said suddenly. "You have my number, you should have told me."

"Your dad said that you were in a hard place and it would destroy you." Jason said. "I wanted to protect you."

"Of course it would destroy me, Jason! What do you think it's doing now?" she said, pulling away from him. "She was my sister. Admit it, I knew her better than you did. I should have been at her funeral, and you all took that away from me. I can't believe my dad..." It was then that she put two and two together. "He knew." She said softly.

"Knew what?"

"He knew that Ella and Byron lived here, that's why Ali always had to come visit us, and I was never allowed to come here. It's why he didn't tell me she went missing, because he knew I'd want to come here, but then I'd be around Ella, Byron...Aria."

"Miley, I'm sure that's not it," Jason said, taking her hands. "He loved you. You know that, he loved you so much, he wanted to protect you."

"Well this isn't something he should have protected me from!" Miley exclaimed. "I'm going to find out who did this, Jason." Miley said, looking him in the eye. "I'm going to make them pay for what they did to her."

"Don't get tangled up in all of that, Miley." Jason said, "Rosewood's full of secrets."

Ella pulled back up in the car then, and Miley shrugged. "I don't care. I won't let anyone get away with hurting her. I have to go. I'll see you later."

"If I call you, would you answer?" He asked, as she headed for the car.

She turned back to him, smiling softly. "Of course. Bye, Jason."

She got back in the car, buckling up. "I saw you and Jason from across the way," Ella said, "You two seem pretty close."

Miley shrugged. "I've known him since I was two." She pulled the magazine back to her.

"You shouldn't look at that," Ella tried to say, but Miley shook her head.

"I have to. I need to know exactly what he said, so I can respond to it."

"How would you respond to it?" Ella asked, confused.

"I call and offer an interview. They want the big stories, so they'll take it." Miley sighed. "It's sick how Hollywood works, but it's the truth."

Ella sighed, but didn't say anything. "Did talking to her help?" She asked softly after a moment.

Miley shrugged. "I guess. I don't know. It made it feel real." She said softly. "She's really gone."

They pulled up to the house then, and they got out, Ella handing her the keys back. "Aria should be home soon," She said as they headed in the house.

Miley remembered, she was supposed to go hang out with Aria and her friends. "Yea. Can you tell her I'm really sorry...I'm tired and don't feel well, suddenly. I'm gunna rest." Miley said.

"Ok," Ella agreed, "Can I get you anything?" She asked as they walked in.

"No, thanks. I'm just gunna sleep." She said, and then hurried upstairs, into her room, shutting the door. She put her bag down, and sat on the bed, laying down. Looking over to the night stand, she looked at the frame picture of her and Ali, taken the day she left. The last time Miley saw her.

"What happened to you, Ali, why'd you leave me?"" Miley whispered, half hoping someone would answer her, but of course, no one did.