Hi guys! I know it's very unjust of me to have other unfinished stories, but I've had this idea in my head for a few days, and, before I forget I, wanted to at least get it started. So, please, tell me what you think?Thanks! :)

"So?" she asked me, anxiously. Why was she anxious? Should I be the one who was anxious?

I regret the mistake I made. Neither of us was ready for this. But, somehow, we made this mistake.

I looked.

"I wouldn't know. Someone took the box from me before I could read the signs. Why don't you read it, you box-hogger."

She gave me a look.

"I'm sorry; I can't help but be sarcastic." I gave her an apologetic look. I really was sorry. I couldn't help it if I was angry, sad, mad, anxious, and worried all in one.

She sighed. Great. This either meant yes or no. I can't tell, even if I've been best friends with her since seventh grade. And if we were roomies.

"Well," she started. My stomach felt nervous, and the blood was rushing to my head. She took a breath. "You're pregnant."

Those two words just made my world fall down. I was eighteen. How was I going to take care of a child? Nonetheless, it wasn't even my home.

That's right, folks, the 'innocent' Lilly Truscott is… pregnant. Would Mr. Stewart kick me out? Would I have to abandon my Malibu life and move to the suburbs with my dad? Would I even have to go as far as… Atlanta with my mom?

"Lilly," Miley said softly, touching my arm. She could now see the tears that were slowly streaming down my rosy cheeks. She was crying as well, feeling my pain.

"You are gonna keep it, right?" she asked me.

"Of course," I said. She hugged me tightly on our bathroom floor as we both sobbed together.

After she let go, I looked at her. "I'm sorry," I whispered. She looked at me curiously.

"Why are you sorry?" she asked through her tears.

"For what I'm doing."

"Lilly, calm down. You're not doing anything. We just have to take this a step at a time. First, we have to tell my dad."

I was shuddering this moment from the time we got the test.

"Alright," I said, getting up from the floor. I helped from the floor as we left the bathroom to find Mr. Stewart sitting on the couch with his guitars. We stood in front of him. Would he kick me out?

"Hey gi- what's wrong?" he inquired. I looked at Miley, and she looked at me back. I sighed, and I knew had to tell him myself.

"Mr. Stewart," I said, "this isn't easy to say…"

"You know you can tell my anything, Lilly. You're like another daughter to me," he said, confidently. I felt a little better as a genuine smile followed his words.

"I'm… pregnant," I said, letting the words escape. I looked down, with more tears following.

It took him a few minutes to respond, which made me worried. The silence and suspense was killing me and Miley. He looked up.

"Well, Lilly, all I can say is that that baby is gonna get some extra lovin' with me as an uncle."

Miley and my faces were both a little shocked, but ecstatic. I hugged Mr. Stewart, ecstatically. He took this way better than I imagined he would.

"Thank you, Mr. Stewart," I said, crying. He hugged me back, and pulled away after a minute.

"You are going to have to tell your parents, though," he told me. I sighed.

"I know," I said.

"You better get on it. Miles and I will leave you alone." They both left, and I guess that that was my cue to call my parents.

I called my mom first.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Mom?" I asked.

"Hi, Lilly! How are you?"

"Not too good…" I answered back, twirling my finger around the cord.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked, with a voice of concern.

I sighed. This wasn't easy. I didn't realize that I'd left my mom hanging on what was bothering her daughter.

I told her I was pregnant. She went on about how I was now responsible for another life, that I would have to tell my father myself, I shouldn't have made that stupid mistake, and that I would have to claim my responsibility as a parent starting now. I knew I was responsible. I knew I would have to start making decisions that would benefit the baby, not just me. And the hardest part? I knew that I had to tell my father.

Before we had hung up, she told me that she always loved me, and to call her around seven to eight months so she could fly in from Atlanta.

Next was my father. It kept ringing, and ringing, and, eventually I thought it would go to voicemail. But I got the feminine voice, "Truscott and Associates Public Accounting, Margaret speaking."

I rolled my eyes at my goofy dad.

"Dad, it's me, Lilly."

"Oh! Hey, sweetie. What's up?"

"Something…" I said.

"Oh," he responded. "What's going on?"

I took a breath. Somehow, I knew that telling my dad I was pregnant would be much harder than telling my mom.

"Lilly?" he asked.

"Sorry, dad," I said, feeling tears in my eyes. My voice was coarse, and I didn't know how to continue. I let out a cry, and a sigh.

"Honey? What's wrong?"

"Dad," I said, crying, "I'm pregnant."

The same silence that Mr. Stewart gave me was repeating with my own father. Maybe this would be a good sign?

"…Really?" he asked, sounding shocked.

"Yeah," I said on the other line, not sure how he was taking this.

"Listen, Lilly, I love you sweetie. But… how did this happen?"

"It's a long story, Dad," was all my mouth could utter. The tears from my eyes were released as I listened to my father say the following words.

"I have to take a little while to process this all. Just know that I'm not mad at you. I'll call you later, sweetheart."

"Alright, Dad. I love you, too," I said, putting the phone back in the receiver. I breathed a sigh of relief. I told my parents, I told Mr. Stewart…

Now I just had to tell Oliver.

My world was spinning a lot faster than it should than it should be for an eighteen year old.

"Hey, Lilly, how'd it go with your parents?" Mr. Stewart asked me as he and Miley both came back in.

I told them that my mom went all uptight, which, she had every right to since I would be an 18-year old mother soon. They both rolled their eyes, knowing that was how my other was. I told them how my dad was a little shaky about it, not really expecting it (but what father does?), and how he would call back. I had a feeling that I would be yelled at by him, but I would have to worry about that later.

Miley and Mr. Stewart both told me that they loved me, even with this mistake, and that they'd always be there for me. It made me feel reassured that I had a secondary family that would always love me when things like this happened. I know it would take a lot getting used to, but, hey, that's what becoming a parent is.