a\n: ok, so not sure if this is considered a crossover...it is the same theme and storyline as secret life of the american teenager, just different characters in their places. so...i didn't put it under crossover only because it doesn't invole original characters from TSLOTAT. Any ways, hope you enjoy irreguardless and please please review. ideas are loved. also, i know the title is a little....questionable. I don't judge people, and don't mean, "emo," in a bad way. i don't immediately mark people etc...and just thought ian and erin or one of them could've done that at one point or another. Anyways, now that I'm babbling, hope you are still interested in the first chapter! Lets kick off a new story, shall we?
God bless
Erin Ulmer walked the halls quickly, avoiding, well, everyone. She always did. The only person she was close to was her boyfriend: Ian Mckinley. The schools goth couple, as they had been labeled, was a total comfort zone for the two lovers, seeing as they both didn't want to be bothered with anyone. They weren't creepy, lets go cut up chickens, kind of people, in fact, Ian had met Erin at a youth camp for his church...She brought out the goth style in him, he, the faith she'd always looked for in herself. Though everything seemed perfect, life right now, was far from. Erin Ulmer, was pregnant....pregnant...it wouldn't have been half bad either...if it hadn't been Frankie Cheek's child. Lets stop right there, Erin loved Ian...did love him now...but Frankie and her had just, "happened." One drunken night and Erin found herself waking in Frankie's embrace....from there, it spiralled. She was too scared to tell Ian....she loved him too much...but she was pregnant...by Frankie! And she knew, that the time for telling would come soon. For now, she put on her fake smile, and walked through the halls quicker.
"Pip!" she hears behind her. The voice that used to make her so happy....now amde her blood curl. How, she thought, can I break his heart? With the news she bore, that she knew she must tell him, she thought she would lose him in the process. Little did she know, his reaction would be quite the oppostite.
For love is not defined by how many times our hearts beat around that person, but how many times we want it to. It is not measured by hope that you can rekindle romance, its known by awareness that you can. It is not reconciled of caresses and candles, it is formed through a bond of knowing and eternally wanting your other half no matter what.
A\N: PLEASE REVIEW. fd3 isnt mine, Poem is. I will write more, when I get reviews. I'm also putting up a new harry potter story tonight. Hope to see reviews for that likewise! until next chapter, God bless.