John B  Routledge × Y/N Carrera 

(Y/N is  Kiara's twin sister, AKA a made up character who only exists in this story)

Summary:  When Y/N  Carrera finds out she is pregnant she has no other option but to obviously tell her boyfriend, John B Routledge, but the problem is she isn't to sure if he'll be happy. After she tells him the 2 have to figure out how to be teen parents along with telling her strict parents who don't approve of John B.

Creds go to @Mirelle1002 for the idea!  Anyways, sorry to keep you waiting. ⬇️

Shit. Shit. Shit. I thought as I looked at the test on the bathroom counter. I stared at the 2 pinks lines with mixed emotions. Small tears streamed down my face. I sat up against the bathroom door and set the test beside me. I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket and glanced st the time. 4:57 am. 

I had woken up the past few days with slight morning sickness and my period had been over a week late. It was almost 5 am and I had woke up in the middle of the night, and I considered the symptoms and thought might as well take on but I never expected it to be positive. 

I sighed but was quick to jump up and hide the test in my pocket when a heard a quiet knock at the door. 

"Who is it?" I asked. Everyone slept over at the Chateau today so it could be any of them. Kie, JJ, Pope, and John B.

"It's me." The voice was muffled and they didn't clarify a name so I couldn't tell who it was.

"Who is me?" 

"Just hurry up in here. I need to take a leak." The voice said. In that moment I knew who it was.

"JJ?"

"Yeah?" 

"Uh, nothing. Just give me a sec." I sit up and grab the box of pregnancy tests and shove them under the bathroom sink. I take a deep breath and open the door. 

"The bathroom is all yours." I say. 

JJ stopped me from walking off, "Have you been crying?" He asks. I froze up. 

"No? And why the hell are you drinking a bottle of beer right now."

"Well when I got up from the couch I found this beer and I'm not gonna let it go to waste. Also it's 5 o'clock. Haven't you ever heard the song? It's five o'clock somewhere..." JJ says with a singsong voice 

"Yes. I have heard the song, and it means 5 pm! Not am!" I whisper shout.

"Yeah, yeah. So, why are you crying? You want me to go get Kie or John B?"

I sigh, "No, no. It's fine. I'm just a little confused. That's all." 

"Confused about what?" 

"You wouldn't get it."

"Why not?" JJ walks into the bathroom and sits on the counter. 

Another tear falls down my face, "I'm pregnant." I blurt out. 

"Oh, shit. Seriously? Are you sure you don't want me to go get John B? I mean he is the dad right?" 

"Yeah, of course he is." I sit down on the bathroom tile wiping a tear off my cheek.

"Well, shit. That's why you use protection."

 I ignore the shitty joke and pull my knees up to my chest, "I don't even know why I'm telling you this."

"Me either." JJ takes a another sip of his beer. "Well. John B is gonna find out about it eventually, so just go tell him right now." 

I nod, "Ok. Get out. Use the other bathroom, I'll tell him right now." 

"Ok, then." JJ hops off the counter and walks off. 

I knew John B would notice me gone from bed anyways so I didn't move. I just sat in the same place on the bathroom floor until he walked over, which about 6 minutes. He peaked his head in the door.

"Babe?" 

"Hey."

John B sits down next to me on the floor grab my hand, "What are you doing? You feeling sick again?" 

"I dunno." I mumble.

"Ok, then." I rested my head on his shoulder, thinking about what to say, or how to say it. After around another 6 minutes of silence I reached into my pocket grabbing the test. 

"I got a little surprise. So, don't be mad."

"Why would I be mad?"

I sighed and handed him the test. I buried my face in my hands. I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders. 

I look over at John B and he has a small heartfelt smile on his face. He kissed the top of my head.

"Are you happy?" I asked. 

"Yeah. Of course. It's just very unexpected."

"I just never thought that would ever be positive. Like ever."

"Yeah. It's for sure unexpected but it's gonna be ok. It definitely wasn't the plan, but it's gonna be ok."

I nod slowly.

"Let's get back to bed, ok? When we wake up in the morning we can sort this out. Talk about it a little more."

"That's right.." 

John B sat up and got off the floor onto his feet. He held out a hand for me to grab which I took shakily. He kept his arm around me. As we walked a few feet into his room. 

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The next morning I woke up with a headache. 

I looked at the clock on John B's night stand, 10:23. 

John B was still asleep. I smiled at him, the gray-ish blue-is bandana loosely wrapped around his neck and his face snuggled into a pillow. I slowly shook him to wake him up.

"Wake up, John B." 

He rubbed his eyes and smiled at me. 

"Hey,  how ya doin'?" He said shortly.

"Good. We have to tell Kie." I say.

He nods and grabs my hand, "Whatever you want."

I sigh and lay back down on my back. 

"What are we going to do?" I pout.

John B squeeze my hand, "I don't totally know just yet, but t it's ok. We'll figure it out together." 

"Fuck! I have to tell my parents. They are going to kill me. They're worst nightmare is for me to follow in their footsteps of having a baby at 17 and especially having that baby with a pouge." I say.

 John B kisses the top of my hand., "It's going to be ok. Don't over think it.

"My dad would kill you if he knew that we had sex. They already don't like you just because a pouge. It so stupid." I mutter.

"Y/N, stop stressing. It's going to be ok. Let's just start small and tell kie, then who ever else then your parents." John B tried to be comforting to me and himself. As much as he said it would be ok he knew that it wouldn't. He knew that would have to pay for everything the kid needed. As a pouge teenager money was tight.

John B worked for Ward Cameron. Ward was  a super rich guy who lived on Tanny Hill in Figure 8. Everyone knew him, everyone loved him. And on the other hand I have a shitty job as a waitress at the Beach club. Rafe Cameron, Ward's son went there a lot. He had always had something for my sister and I for whatever reason.  

I nodded in response. I knew that I just needed to tell Kie. My sister was always the person I could tell anything to. She would never judge me. Our parents have always never approved of us hanging out with pouges, and they have always been so terrified that one of us would sleep with a pouge. 

I got up out of bed and got dressed. I put on a bikini then shorts and on of John B's shirts over it, that's mainly what I wear, like all the time. John B got out of bed too, putting on shorts and a t-shirt, and a pair of white converse that weren't even white anymore. 

I walked out of John B's room and saw JJ sitting on the pull out couch next to Pope. Out of fear I ran into the bathroom locking the door behind me. I grabbed a hair brush and went pee. I walked out of the bathroom and back into John B's room. He was sitting on his bed staring off into space.

"Hey, you ok?" I ask standing in the door way.

John B zones back in, "Yup. Do you uh, wanna tell Kie right now?" 

"I was thinking about it. We might as well get it over with and tell Pope too." 

"Yeah." John B responded. He put his arm around my shoulders and we both just sat there. Thinking. After a few minutes I got up and grabbed his hand. We walked put of his room through the small hallways and into the combined kitchen and living room. Pope and Kie were sitting on the pull out bed. Kie had her ukulele and Pope was talking to JJ who was sitting on the kitchen counter yet again drinking a can of beer. 

"Hey guys." Pope greeted.

JJ laughed to himself quietly, "Top of the morning to ya!" He said gulping down another sip of his beer. 

The room was quiet as the both of us sat down. 

"So..." I mumbled. 

"What?" Pope said loudly. He always wanted to know what was going on.

"Wanna just do it now?" John B whispered to me. I nodded.

"We have something to tell you guys." John B began. Everyone turned his attention to him.

"I'm pregnant." I blurted out. In all my life I'd never thought about saying that because it wasn't true. But here I am. It felt unreal to say those words, but it was real and I had to face it.

Pope's jaw dropped to the floor and Kie widened her eyes but her mouth was straight. It didn't have a smile or a frown.

The room was once again silent until JJ jumped of the counter and walked into another bedroom in the house and came out with a gift bag. It didn't have tissue paper it was just a blue bag with pink poka-dots. He dropped the bag down in John B's lap and sat back up on the counter. Everyone stared at him in confusion.

"Open it!" JJ exclaimed. John B look down in the bag he chuckled. He reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of small colorful packages. 

"What are those?" Pope asks. Everyone chuckles at him.

"Condoms." JJ says busting into a fit of laughter.

"Ok, ok, ok, funny joke, but this is getting weird. I would rather not think of my sister that way..." Kie says while tuning her ukulele. 

I cover my face with my hands out of embarrassment. John B laughs and put his arm around me. It was a funny joke but it also made me annoyed. After we all talked about John B and I we decided to drive to figure 8 and face my parents. 

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"You nervous?" John B said, placing a hand on my knee. 

I look out the window of John B's car, "Yeah." 

John B's car was called the Twinkie. It was a old VW van. It was brown with orange and yellow stripes. At had a lot of stickers on the inside and the outside. John B might love that van more than he loves me.

"It's gonna be ok. They can't be to mad when they find out because it happened to them too,  right?"

I nod, "Yeah. They had me and Kie when they were young but that doesn't make a difference. They are still going to be mad. I just don't understand sometimes. They threatened to send us to a camp." 

"Woah. Woah. Woa. What? They can't send you to a camp." John B says raising his voice.

"Apparently they can." I say.

"It's ok. It's all going to be fine."  John B smiles at me. I nod again smiling back at him.

"It's going to be ok." He repeats.

We pulled up to my parents house on Figure 8. It was a nice house with a good veiw of the beach. My parents had always wanted a 'kook' life for my sister and I but it was never what either of us wanted.

"You ready?"  He asks. 

"Yeah, uh, maybe you should stay down here for now. Then maybe you can sew them if things go well. I just don't know right now." 

John B grabs my hands, "Whatever you want. Just gimme a hollar if you need me." 

I grin and give him a short kiss, "I love you."

"I love you too. Go get em!"

I opened the door and got out. I started walking up the steps to my parents poarch. My mom was doing laundry and my dad was most likely somewhere inside. 

"Thank gosh. Where have you been? Where is your sister? You haven't been home in days." My mother begins.

"Sorry, I slept over at John B's and so did Kie. She is probably surfing or at the beach right now. I don't know. Sorry." I replied.

"So what have you been doing?" She asks sitting down on a outdoor sofa. 

"Yeah, uh, nothing really. Just hanging out I guess."

My mom starts to get annoyed, "Just hanging out? Are you serious?" You should have called me! Said something! Anything! I can't remember the time you were here. You have missed your shifts at the Wreck."

I shrug my shoulders, "So what? I missed a few shifts. It's not always about you." 

My mom gets off the couch and leans against the banister of the poarch, "You're so right,  because I was definitely think this is all about me when I went looking for your ass at 4 in the morning! You treat me like shit, Y/N." My mom says on the verge of tears.

I shake my head, "You treat me like shit! You don't trust me. You don't even trust Kie."

"Why the hell should I trust you? All do is lie to me! You're a asshole!"

"When have I lied to you?" I yell. My dad came jogging to the poarh from inside.

"What's going on?" He said quietly. My mother ignored him and started yelling again.

"Y/N! Stop this! Everything you do always is for these boys! Especially John B."

"John B is my boyfriend! Why would I not want to be with him." I yell back.

"You're putting this boy above everything." My mom says gesturing with her hands.

"Shit! You so worried that I'm going to sleep with a Pouge just like you did! Well, guess what?" I paused and took a deep breath, "I already did! And I'm pregnant. That's the reason why I am here." 

My parents stared at me in shock. They were thinking of what to say. My dad opened his mouth to speak but he said nothing. A few moments later my dad found the right words.

"I don't think you have any fucking idea how hard me and your mom have worked to give you and your sister an amazing life! Amazing opportunities other kids don't have! Now I have worked to hard for my daughter to throw her life away for some idiotic boy! You are pathetic." My dad shouted.

"I don't care about those things! I don't care about those opportunities!" 

"Yes, and you should!" My mom yells.

"Well sorry but I don't! I'm a Pouge! I love John B and he isn't an idiot. This is why I hate coming back here. That's the real reason why I haven't been home in days ans same goes for Kie. Now if you would just listen.." 

My dad interrupted me, "You hate coming back here? Seriously? Where the hell is that boy? I swear, I'll kill him. He has brain washed you." 

My mom took a step closer to me, "Baby you wanna live like a Pouge? Let me show you what that is like.." My mother grabbed the clothes she had been folding and put it in a laundry basket. She walked over to the edge to the poarch and threw the clothes and the basket into the grass. 

"Go live like a fucking Pogue! Get you ass out of my house. Nobody is stopping you." She yelled.

I sniffled and pushed back my tears. I just shook my head in disgust and walked down the steps to the grass below the poarch. I started picking up my clothes and glanced up at John B who was sitting in his van staring at me with sadness. He got out of the car and started helping me pick up my clothes. 

"Hey you! Asshole! What the hell did you do to my daughter?" I heard my father yell. I glanced up  and him and my mother were at the top of the staircase. I just glared at him but John B gave a wave and put a hand on my back leading my towards the car.

"Don't fight anymore, babe. Let's just go." He whispered to me. I got in the car and John B began to drive off. 

"Did you hear all that?" I asked him.

"Most of it." 

"I'm so sorry. They are just such assholes sometimes. I'm sorry." 

John B grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on my forehead,  "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault."

"It is. I let this happen. I got kicked out of the house. They won't help us with this. We are on our own." 

I started to cry. Those words hurt to say, 'We are on our own.' This was the worst mistake of my entire life. My dad was right, I was throwing life away. I am on my own.

Hi!! I am so extremely sorry this took me forever to write and come up with. Some scenes definitely inspired and from the show. I hope you liked this. Pleaseeee give me feed back!! I love it. Anyways like I said this idea was from @Mirelle1002! 

Let me know if you want a part 2 to this story!!

Word count: 3,080

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