Something Crazy

Chapter Eleven-All At Once

There are certain people you just keep coming back to.

He wasn't even sure he had actually heard the knocking but before he could comprehend his body's movements, he was pulling open the door.

"Brooke?"

She stood there, her hands cuddled in the depths of her coat pockets. Her usually wavy and beautiful dark hair was wet and matted against her pale face.

They hadn't talked since the dinner-gone-horribly-wrong with his mom last night, "please tell me you didn't walk here."

She tried to smile but instead she felt a new wave of tears coming, "I thought we already went over this?" she moved to her left a bit so he could get a view of her powder blue bug parked next to his truck.

He lazily ran a hand through his hair before resting it on the back of his neck. It was safe to say the wheels in Lucas Scott's head didn't turn too fast after just waking up. He noticed her petite body shivering, "how long have you been out here?" he asked, gently taking hold of her arm and pulling her into his bedroom before shutting the door.

"About an hour," she reluctantly answered, taking a casual seat on the edge of her bed as she watched Lucas shuffle through his clothes, trying to find something dry for her to wear in place of her soaked clothes.

"About an hour?" he turned around, "Brooke! It's raining outside!" he shook his head, holding up two sweatshirts, a blue Ravens one that she had never seen him wear and an ugly green one that looked like something he had taken from a homeless person. She shook her head, earning a confused look from the blond, "you don't know which one you want?"

She shook her head again, eying the gray sweat shirt he was wearing, "I want the gray one."

He looked down at his himself, "but I'm wearing it."

"But it's my favorite." She whined, "And you knocked me up and then cheated on me with my best friend." She had meant to guilt trip him in to giving her the Scott's Body Shop hoody, but the words at once again reminded her how horribly fucked up the whole situation was and a sob escaped her lips.

"Ok, ok." He quickly pulled the sweatshirt off, and unfortunately for Brooke, he had a t- shirt on underneath. "I'm sorry," he pleaded, handing her the sweatshirt along with a pair of flannel pajama pants. He turned around so she could change out of her clothes privately. This was crazy! He had barely been able to understand and deal with Brooke's emotions before she got pregnant, but now that she was pregnant, he had no idea what the hell he was going to do. He hung his head, ashamed that he was being selfish and thinking about him instead of Brooke; she was the one who had to carry this child and live with the criticism from everybody in Tree Hill once they all heard the news.

"I'm done." She whispered to his back. She stood up and sat her wet clothes on top of his hamper, lucky for her she hadn't been in the mood to put together a sexy outfit for day and had decided to just simply wear a pair of jeans and a small, pink AE sweatshirt.

A silence settled between the two as Luke shuffled his weight from foot to another and Brooke reclaimed her seat at the foot of his bed.

Lucas knew she came here for a reason; she had been visibly upset when he opened the door and although she had seemed to calm down, all it took was one look into her hazel eyes to know she was still upset.

"I told them." She said suddenly and let out a shaky sigh, fresh tears were already making her view fuzzy, "Apparently their trip ended early and when they walked through the front door I was in the kitchen reading that pamphlet on morning sickness that Dr. Bradley gave me. I told them I was keeping the baby and they told me to get the hell out of their house and never come back."

"They kicked you out?" Lucas asked, making sure he'd heard her right.

She nodded, "yep." A sob escaped her lips as she threw herself back on the bed, her eyes studied the ceiling above her. "Why does it seem like every time I take a step forward, I take two steps backwards?" she turned to her side and faced him, her eyes filled with regret from what she was about to say next, "maybe I should just end it."

"End wha--" if he wasn't completely awake before, he was now, "you want to get an abortion?"

She nodded, "you know it would make everything so much easier. I could go back home, you…" her voice cracked, "you could go back to Pey…Peyton."

"No, no!" Lucas shook his head and he began to pace around his bedroom, "first of all, I love you, not Peyton! And second of all…" he sighed, "I mean, I know I said before that you could do whatever you want because it's your body, but…"

"There is no but, Lucas. You're not the one that has to carry a baby around for nine months, you're not the one that has to face the scrutiny of becoming a teenage mom, you're not the one who got kicked out of your parents' house, you're not the one who has to give up cheerleading, partying, and alcohol!" by now the tears were coming freely, "you are not the one who has to give up your life for this baby!"

He fell down to his knees in emotion, his own tears threatening to fall, "I'll do whatever you want, Brooke. Do you want me to quit basketball and get a job? Because I will! I want to be there for you and our child!"

She was now sitting up, facing him with her knees pulled to her chest, "but that's just it! I don't want you to give basketball…and what if because of this baby you have to? Basketball is your passion, Lucas! I don't want you or me to have this baby and then grow to resent it. You and I aren't even eighteen…we have no idea how to raise a child!" she let her legs fall and tried to furiously to wipe away the tears.

He took a chance and reached for her hands and helped her dry her cheeks, "nobody knows how to be a parent until they are one. You have every right…look at me, Brooke." She looked up, her eyes blood shot and her bottom lip trembling, "you have every right to be scared, this won't be easy one bit but if anybody can do it, you can." He pulled her close to her and looked down into her hazel eyes, "but I want you to know more than anything…that you don't have to this alone. I will be there for every bout of morning sickness when you need me to hold your hair back. I will be there for every doctor's appointment, I'll be there holding your hand while you're in labor, and I'll be there year in and year out. Brooke…" his voice choked up, "marry me."