Title: Change is Gonna Come
Summary: "My best friend is going to be a mother soon, my ex, no, my exes, are trying to run my love life, and to top it all off Sam is having sex!" "So you're a tad emotional right now?"
Pairings: I never tell who people will end up with, but as of now: Peyton/Lucas, Haley/Nathan, Chase/Mia, and Brooke/Julian.
Rating: PG-13, as of now.
Thanks Red!!
"Ow," Brooke mumbled again, her hands placed on the wheel. She leaned back on the seat, glancing at Peyton's sleeping form. "Ow," she said again, louder this time. She felt it again and she flinched this time, saying it louder, "Ow! Damn it, Sam!"
Sam stirred in her sleep, behind the driver's seat, "What?"
"You're kicking my seat," she shrieked, glancing at her in the rear view mirror.
"Sheesh, sorry," she adjusted her position and moved to sitting upright, "What's your damage? You've been cranky the whole ride here."
"I'm fine," Brooke snapped, and then sighed, "Sorry, honey."
Sam just nodded, looking out the window.
Haley looked up from her book and rested her head on her open palm, "I think we should play a game."
"Oh!" Karen nodded, sitting in the middle of Sam and Haley, "We can play next car's mine."
"Next car's mine?" Sam questioned, raising her eyebrow.
"I used to play that with Peyton and her mom," Brooke said, smiling, "It's a game to pass the time."
"Lily loves playing it," Karen added, "Wish she were here."
Peyton opened her eyes and looked back at Karen, "Where is Lily?"
She shrugged, "Andy said he would take her to the zoo today and she isn't as cooperative as Jamie. She just gets a little restless when she has to sit still for long periods of time."
Brooke smiled, "Aw, sounds like Sam."
Sam glared, kicking the back of her seat.
"Ow!" Brooke shrieked.
"Sorry, it slipped again," Sam said, smiling.
Peyton glanced at Brooke, squirming in her seat a bit, "Brooke, can we stop?"
"Again?"
"Hey now," Brooke patted Peyton's leg, "she's pregnant. Two of you know exactly how that is." She pulled over at a gas station and put the car in park. "Need me?"
"I'm pregnant, not handicapped," Peyton snapped, getting out of the car. She slammed the door and waddled into the store.
"And the pregnancy makes her cranky, too," Brooke defended.
"Uh huh," Sam nodded, picking at her nails.
Jamie sat in the passenger seat, holding a small basketball in his lap, "So what is this for again?"
"We're going to see what is inside Peyton's stomach," Lucas smirked, "baby wise."
"Oh," he nodded, "gross."
Nathan laughed, reaching up to ruffle Jamie's hair, "That's right Jimmy-Jam, that's what I was thinking when your mother dragged me out of bed this morning."
"No," Lucas laughed, "you were thinking something very different from gross."
Nathan chuckled.
Jamie tilted his head to the side and looked up at his uncle, a confused expression across his five year old face. Lucas smirked, his turn to ruffle Jamie's short hair, "Never mind that, kiddo."
He nodded, leaving it alone for now.
"So are you excited to be a grandpa?" Nathan smirked, glancing to Larry.
He only laughed, leaning back in the seat, "No. I'm too young to be called Papaw, Grandpa, or Gramps."
"Oh come on. You're not the least bit excited?" Lucas questioned.
Larry shrugged, "Okay … I am a little excited. But, that's understandable. It's my only daughter."
Nathan nodded.
"Speaking of children, why didn't we invite Derek?" Lucas asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
Larry shrugged, "Not sure. Guess he couldn't make it."
"I think Peyton was going to pay for them to send it to his e-mail to give him a live feed," Nathan said, casually.
Lucas nodded, "I remember her mentioning that now."
"Oh, there are the girls," Larry pointed out, motioning towards the gas station.
"Guess Peyton had to use the bathroom again," Jamie sighed, "why doesn't she just empty her bladder the first time she goes?"
Nathan smirked, "She's pregnant, little man. Pregnant women use the bathroom more than normal."
"Jeez."
Lucas laughed and pulled in.
"I can't stay any longer than a few more days," Julian sighed, resting his palm on the polished table, "I have to be in Tree Hill. There are more things to work on for the movie besides the financial parts. We have the director, we have the cast, we have the location, the fashion, and we have already shot half of the scenes … I need to be there."
"Mr. Baker," Paul said, stiffly, "You need to decide what is more important here. So which is it? A girl or this movie?"
"Would you just call me Julian?" Julian snapped, "I'm so sick of you being so formal with me. Why don't you show that you care about something other than your damn career?"
"This is the show business," he said, forcefully, "there is not time for any kind of real life when you are putting a project like this together."
Julian shook his head, "Would you not ignore my question?"
"Would you understand that this is completely important for the both of us?"
"Like you give a damn about what's important for me."
"Don't talk to me like that, Julian Baker," he said, slamming his fist on the table.
"Well I think that's what you call show biz, Mr. Norris," he mumbled, walking out of the office. The door slammed behind him and he shook his head at the mistake that would come back to bite him in the ass.
A/N: Review? Thanks for the reviews from last chapter! Made me smile.