Okay, so banged this out over twenty minutes in work.

I hope it's not too awful, but it was requested a long time ago, and I'm only just now finding time to do it!

I sat there...just staring. It was unreal...unbelievable.
Surely this was a dream? This could not be happening to me. To us.

I'm 17...Only 17. I'm still in high school. God, why was I so stupid? Why didn't I just-

"Hey." I looked up to see him smiling at me. My Lucas. I was about to ruin his life forever.

I quickly threw my pillow onto the bed and stood up.

"Hey." I smiled...or grimaced. I'm not sure which. He leaned in to kiss me, but I couldn't. This was too big. Far too big, I couldn't just kiss him and then do this to him.

"What's wrong, Pretty Girl?" He asked, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I took a deep breath and sat on the bed. "Do you love me?" I asked him, quietly. "Like real, true, I would do anything for this girl kinda love?" He smirked at me and leaned in.

"Of course I do." He whispered softly. "And I love you, even if you've chipped a nail, or dyed your hair the wrong colour...even when you wear mismatched underwear." He winked, running his arm down my side.

"Luke!" I hissed. "This is serious. I asked you to over to talk." I saw his face sober up. He must have known there was something really wrong.

"Alright...are you breaking up with me?"

"No." I sighed. "Unless you want to break up with me, and...and if you do then please tell me now. Just tell me before we go any further." I could feel my face reddening and my eyes welling up.

"Hey, I just told you. I love you. You're the one for me, Brooke Davis." Lucas kissed my forehead, and I felt his hand on my thigh. This time though, it felt different. This wasn't touching in the throes of passion. This was love, it was comfort. There wasn't anything sexual behind it.

"Lucas, I'm having your baby." I whispered quietly. I watched his face, holding in a sob; holding in the fear that he might walk out any second.

He said nothing. He did nothing...he just sat, staring quietly. I took a deep breath. I know he needed time, but I also needed him. I just needed to know he was OK with this, then he could take all the time he needed to think.

"Lucas..."

"I'm here, Brooke. I'm not going anywhere. I promise." He stood up. "I'll be there for you, both of you. I just... I need to get me head around things."

He leaned over me, kissed me softly, and left. Just like that. I know he was supposed to be explaining to me that everything was OK before he left...but it still hurts. I can't talk to anyone about this, only him, and he leaves.

Peyton's busy arranging an event at TRIC, just like she has all week. Nathan and Haley are in their own little world...never mind the fact that Haley is Lucas' best friend. I can't tell her, it's his right.

Then there's Karen. Yeah...okay. I'll just chat to Lucas' mom about how I'm following in her footsteps, with her son, who won't have told her. Fabulous.