Knocked Up

Summary: I never felt bad for knocked up teenagers. That is... until it happened to me. Total AU. Just for fun. Johnny/Ponyboy Slash.

Chapter One

Week Three: Warning Signs Start

I never felt bad for knocked up teenagers. There were so many at school with me, Soc and Greaser, and I just figured out ways that it could be their fault. Should have used a rubber, shouldn't have been drinking or drugging, shouldn't have left their drink alone at a party. There were just so many way to stop it.

I never felt bad when I saw them crying outside. I didn't feel sorry for them because it was their fault and they had to get over it.

I felt this way till it happened to me.

Really I should start from the beginning. I'm gay. Not noticeable, because I kept it from everyone for a long time. Well everyone, but my long time boyfriend, Johnny Cade.

He didn't seem gay either, but he hid it well and no one would even dare to think of him as gay.

When I told him I was gay he spent a few days away from me and the gang to think it all over for himself. He came back to me one day at school to talk. It was at lunch and I was doing some homework for History.

"I thought about it," he whispered softly. His voice was already so low it was hard to hear him in the noisy lunchroom.

"And?" I asked, trying not to sound hopeful for his acceptance. Even if it was all that I wanted.

"And I think that I like you," he muttered, not looking at me.

"What?!" That was way more than acceptance.

"Shhhh!" He hushed quickly, looking around to see if anyone noticed my outburst. "I like you," he whispered again.

"You mean as a boyfriend?" I whispered, getting closer so we could talk.

"Yeah, but I just want to try this gay thing out and why not with me best friend?" Johnny explained, smiling at me.

I felt my heart drop a bit. What if he didn't like me? What if he turned out to not be gay? What would I do?

We dated secretly for a long time after that, going slowly. Johnny made all the moves that the "guy" in the relationship would. Our first kiss was on my couch while we were watching the news late one night. It was about three weeks after we got together.

I leaned on Johnny, feeling safe with my brothers already in bed and the others out at a party.

Johnny had his arm around me, holding tight to me. He always knew when I was cold at night.

"Ponyboy," Johnny muttered into my ear softly.

"Hum?" I was falling asleep against him.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked after a moment.

I looked up to him to see if he really meant it. He looked like he did so I nodded.

Our lips connected for no longer than three seconds before he slowly pulled away.

I blushed and leaned on him again, putting my head on his shoulder.

"Sleepy?" Johnny asked, playing with my hair.

I nodded and we went to bed.

That was just the first kiss. He also made the first move to making out. It was so new to me and it felt so weird.

When we were done with our first make out and put my chin on his shoulder.

"That feels weird," I said into his ear softly.

"Yeah," he said, "It'll get better. I promise,"

Well that was a long time ago and about two weeks ago Johnny and I decided to go farther with our relationship. It was scary, so scary. It hurt, but I loved it and so did he. It was the first time he told me he loved me.

I laid in bed with him after we finished cleaning up most of the evidence from the activity. I had on my night clothes and he had on his jeans.

It was in the middle of the day, while everyone was gone. We'd taken the chance of someone walking in on us, but it was so worth it.

Johnny kissed me on the head, "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Better," I said. I had cried when we started, I mean sobbed. It was really embarrassing, but Johnny didn't seem to mind. He talked me through the pain.

Johnny nodded and held me tight.

We sat there, quiet for a while longer.

"Ponyboy," Johnny said slowly.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking over to him.

"I love you," He muttered softly.

"Really?" I said, excited to hear the words pass his lips. Word's I'd been waiting to hear for a long time. Months.

"Yeah," he answered with a small smile.

I hugged him quickly, squeezing tightly, "I love you too," I said quickly.

"I can tell," Johnny joked, hugging me back.

That was only two weeks ago ant things were starting to feel weird with me. My nipples were getting really tender. I figured this out when Dally playfully slapped me in the chest and I was in pain for a long while, not that I would let him know that. Ever since then I just felt really hungry and sore.

But something very strange happened on day when I went to the bathroom at school. I'd been having some bad cramps in my stomach that I'd never had. They went away soon after they came. This happened every hour or so. But, I felt like my underwear was wet so I went to the bathroom after lunch. I went to one of the dirty stalls for more privacy than the open urinals had. I got ready to do what I needed, but when I pulled my pants and underwear I saw spots of blood.

I gasped and leaned against the wall, covering my mouth with my hand before I screamed. It was blood and there was only one place it could have come from. I needed to calm down before I puked. I was feeling nauseas.

I finally calmed down and checked everything out quickly, I had to get to class.

When I was finally okay and just ready to forget about it I did my business and left the bathroom to go to track practice.

It wasn't a normal practice. I was cramping up and feeling dizzy the whole time.

"Curtis! What are you doing out there boy?!" The coach yelled as I lost my third race.

I was normally one of the fastest runners, never losing against my team mates.

"Sorry, Coach. Just a little sick," *I told him, catching my breath.

"Well you better get all this fixed before the meet on Friday," Coach said with a disapproving look.

"Sure thing, Coach," I muttered, getting some water. I relaxed for a few minutes, sitting on the bench while the other ran a bit.

"All right, break's over, Curtis," Coach called over to me.

I jumped up, feeling dizzy, but I had to do it anyway. I ran into the group, falling a bit behind them.

All the movement was making me feel sick. I trotted on anyway, trying to forget about it.

All at once I couldn't stop myself. I stopped and puked, falling to my knees as I did.