Becca seated herself on a stool facing her best friend. "So how did it go?"
"How did what go Becca?" Heather doesn't bother to turn around to face her friend.
"You told Jason today." Becca seems to always know what is going on at that school.
"How in the hell could you possibly know that?" Heather turns to stare at her friend.
"I just know stuff, besides I saw him with you today." Becca watches Heather wipe the counter and waits for her friend to speak.
"Well, I guess if you must know then it went okay, he wasn't angry or horrible or anything. I just don't think it's sunk in yet." Heather avoids her friend's eyes.
"Are you two going to work things out? I mean are you…" Becca watches Heather's face change from annoyed to that look she gets when the conversation is over.
"I don't know Becca, and I don't want to talk about it right know." Heather turns her back on her friend and begins working behind the counter. Normally Becca would press her friend, but she knew she had reached her limit.
"Okay, well how are you? Other then this thing with Jason?" Becca asks slightly worried at the pale skin her friend had.
"This thing with Jason is the other thing. I'm pregnant." Heather turns to face Becca again. "My stomach is doing summersaults, I can't stop pissing and everybody in school looks at me like I'm a slut."
"No they don't. Look the morning sickness will pass, and you'll feel better." Becca sighs.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to yell. Promise it passes?" Heather leans against the counter and takes her best friends hands.
"It passes." Becca squeezes Heather's hand, "But it doesn't get much easier to be honest."
Heather sighs, "I know. I remember when this was you."
"I wish it was me again Heather." Becca feels for her friend.
"Would you do again? I mean if you could do it all over again, would you?" Heather asks.
"In a heart beat. I can't imagine my life without Megan, and I'm so thankful that I had you there. And you gotta know that I'm here for you too." Becca thinks about the three year old.
"Becca, I didn't do anything. I was just along for the ride when it came to you and Megan." Heather gives a slight laugh.
"Sometimes doing nothing is doing something amazing." Becca looks at her watch. "I got fifteen minutes before I gotta go girly, so come set down, and I'll take the customer okay?" Becca gets up and puts on her apron.
"I can't ask you to…." Heather starts to protest as her stomach gives a huge roll, "But if you're offering."
Heather sets down as the door opens and she turns to see a beautiful brunette walking threw the door. She raises her eyebrow as the woman makes her way over to the counter, "Hey, is Karen here?" She asks, her voice raspy.
"No" Heather answers simply, "Can I help you with something?"
"No, I'm sorry. Is she at home? I'm old friend of her sons." The brunette smiles sweetly.
"You're a friend of my brothers?" Heather gives a small laugh as she gives the young girl another look over, "But you're looking for my mother."
"You're not Lily are you?" The young girl seems to realize that Heather doesn't remember her.
"No, Lily is my sister." Heather glances at Becca who shrugs.
"I'm Brooke Davis." Brooke holds her hand out to Heather. "You must be Heather."
"I must be." Heather shakes Brooke's hand. "Wait, you're not the same Brooke Davis that broke his heart are you?" Heather smiles at Brooke.
"You're brother broke my heart." Brooke says with a laugh. "You look like him" She says suddenly.
"Okay well, thank you I think. Lucas is still at the school, and Mom is somewhere with Dad." Heather says with a smile.
"Any chance you could call you're brother?" Brooke looks sideways at Heather.
"Not until you tell me why." Heather says without thinking. "I mean, why you are in town."
"The reunion, I just came a few days early. You're protective of him huh?" Brooke looks around the café and realizes how little has changed.
"Yeah. Coffee?" Heather asks getting up and going behind the counter.
"Sure." Brooke watches Heather. "So what's your brother up to these days anyways?"
"Trouble." Heather sets a coffee down in front of Brooke and smiles. "He's coaching at the school, and teaching and writing. Although he swears he isn't writing anymore."
"Why?" Brooke pours cream into her coffee.
"Because he's afraid that if I know, I'll try to find what he's writing." Heather smiles.
"So you got his noisiness." It's a statement not a question.
Heather was about to answer when she heard a scream from the door, she looked up to see Payton grabbing Brooke around the neck. "Oh my God!" Payton said as she pulled back, "What are you doing here?"
"Came to see some old friends." Brooke laughed. "How are you?"
"Good, I'm good. Heather," Payton turns to Heather, "this is Brooke Davis. She's an old classmate of you're brother and I. Brooke this is one of Luke's little sisters."
"I'm 18 when are you gonna stop calling me 'Luke's little sister'?" Heather rolls her eyes, "And actually we've met."
"When you grow up grouchy." Payton says with a laugh.
"I'm not grouchy!" Heather threw her hands up in the air.
"She's broody just like him huh?" Brooke says as Heather walks toward the back.
"She's going threw a few things right know. So tell me all about everything." Payton takes a seat.
"Oh it's all the usual." Brooke waves her hand.
"So, you're still living the glamorous life." Payton laughs.
"It's not as great as it's cracked up to be, I've missed you guys." Brooke's eyes suddenly look sad.
"What's going on B. Davis?" Payton grabs two cookies and places one in front of Brooke.
"Ya know it's nothing. How are things with you and Luke?" Brooke takes a bite of the cookie. "Mmm, Karen hasn't lost her touch."
"You mean my mother taught me well." Heather says with a slight smile. She sets coffee down in front of Payton, who shoots her a warning look. "Where's Jacob anyways?"
"Oh Jacob, oh God It's been forever! I bet he's so big." Brooke's eyes light up.
"He's mean as a snake" Heather tries not to laugh.
"He's a good kid." Payton gives Heather another look. "He's fourteen years old, so he's pretty well grown."
"God I feel old suddenly." Brooke sets her cookie down as Heather refills her coffee cup.
"I'm taking off Heather." Becca says before heading out the door.
"Thanks again Becca." Heather hollers after her.
"It's been a while since we all saw each other." Payton comments.
"It's been since college right? Which was sixteen years ago. Although, I've seen you guys since then, just not all together." Brooke recounts the information.
"Yeah I new it had been a while." Payton seems to get lost in thought.
"I didn't even recognize this one." Brooke points to Heather who's ears perk up.
"Why would you recognize me?" Heather says before thinking which garnets a laugh from both Payton and Brooke.
"I use to come home a lot, you were like 7 the last time I was home I guess. I would bring clothes and stuff." Brooke smiles remembering.
"Oh yeah" Heather tries to remember. "You brought that hot pink dress, because I said I always wanted one." Heather said with a laugh.
"That was a hideous dress" Payton says with a laugh.
"Oh I know, and Mom has pictures!" Heather says in outrage.
"So do I" Brooke says with a laugh.
"Great, like there isn't enough embarrassment being commented to Lucas!" Heather laughs.
"You're brother isn't that bad." Payton tries to make it sound like she believes it.
"He chaperoned the last cheer competition. Remember he got kicked out?" Heather watches Payton.
"I remember" Payton says in a death like voice.
"Happen to remember why?" Heather asks.
"Don't go there!" Payton warns.
"No go there, why did he get kicked out?" Brooke looks from one to the other.
"Because him and his wife were making out, oh and he punched another coach." Heather said before turning and leaving again.
"He punched another coach?" Brooke shakes her head.
"He was hitting on that one." Payton points toward Heather.
"She's a lot like him huh?" Brooke watches Heather.
"She's exactly like him." Payton gives a huge sigh.
"But she looks like him too." Brooke doesn't take her eyes off Heather recalling her own high school years. Silence calls between the two old friends, as each gets lost in their own thoughts.