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Chapter 51: It's the Way You Love Me

"Who the hell does he think he is?" Brooke mumbled harshly, her voice reverberating through the parking lot, empty with people but full of cars. Apart of her just wanted to smash someone's window with her heels, but there were two problems with that. One being that she would feel bad and not have enough money to pay for it. And two, they were her favorite heels.

Her pissed off mood definitely showed. She kind of felt bad that she had refused to talk to the nice lady at the giftshop, but she really didn't feel like explaining to anybody why she was so mad because she would have to say his name. She would have to say how she felt, and in no way would it make sense, so it was just better to talk to herself, as weird as it was.

She was so mad that she splurged on magazines that she already had sitting in her room at home. Even a teddy bear that wasn't even that cute.

Right now all she wanted to do was just go home and crawl under the covers and not come out, and this time she meant it. No getting up to open doors, let them stand out. She didn't care.

But what she did care about was checking in on Haley once in awhile. She wanted to be there for the birth, but if she was going to have to be with Kyle the whole time, then she would rather be there in spirit.

It was when she got into the driver's seat when she heard footsteps running. Her heart stopped, thinking it was a car jacker or something. She continued to turn on the engine and closing her door, wanting to get out of there as fast as she could before she came face to face with some freak that wanted to take her car.

Before she knew it she ws face to face with Kyle. He was sitting next to her in the passenger seat, panting hardly trying to catch his breath. All Brooke could think about was how she heck had she let him in her car, and how sexy he looked with his forehead glistening in the dim garage parking light.

"Kyle? What the hell are you doing in my car?!?" Brooke shrieked.

"Brooke I can't let you go without hearing me out," Kyle said, still breathing deeply.

"Well frankly I don't really care," Brooke said, rolling her eyes.

"Well frankly I don't really care," Kyle answered back. "I'm not letting you or me get out until you talk to me about this."

"Kyle, get the fuck out of my car," she yelled, pounding on her dashboard.

"Brooke there is no way in hell that I'm getting out of this car until you talk to me. I need you to talk to me," Kyle said, looking at her straight in the eye. He wanted her to see how much he wanted to be with her, how much he needed to be with her.

She was so entranced by the seriousness in his eyes that she was thrown off for a minute. All she could do was sit there and look straight at him. Apart of her wanted to hear what he had to say. The other part didn't even want to hear anything, she just wanted to kiss him. But, that composure was quickly brought back.

"Fine, looks like you're gonna be here forever," she said stubbornly, putting the car in reverse and backing out of the parking spot.

Kyle sighed, "Alright fine. Looks like I am." And he was okay with that. He wasn't going to stop until Brooke believed him, and they talked about this. He wasn't going back to the hospital without Brooke.

Brooke had sighed heavily for the tenth time in the past ten minutes. She couldn't take being less than a foot away from Kyle. He was just sitting there, resting his head on his fist while staring out the window like he didn't have anything else to do. And maybe he didn't.

But Brooke couldn't do it. She didn't want to and she couldn't be this close to him yet be disconnected at the same time. It wasn't fair to her and it defnitely wasn't fair on her heart. All she knew was that she had to get away from him.

--

There's no way in hell I'm getting out of this fucking car without her. There were no exceptions, there were no what ifs. He didn't care if Brooke hated him right now, he didn't even care if she threatened to crash the damn car. He wasn't getting out until she knew just how he felt.

He could practically see smoke coming from her ears. He knew she was mad, but he didn't think she would be this mad where she would cuss at him and stare at him with hate, well, as much hate as she could come up with. But Kyle knew in his heart that she didn't hate him. Upset with him, sure, but she didn't hate him.

They had passed the Rivercourt, Karen's, and THH. It wasn't until they were fixing to pass the bridge did he notice that Brooke was slowing the car down. She didn't want to be near him, but he didn't care. If he knew her like he thought he did, she stopped at the bridge to kick him out. But let's face it, like Brooke could get Kyle to leave.

He smirked. It was actually ind of ironic and funny that she would stop at the bridge in the first place. The first one being that fact that the bridge was the closest place to his house without actually driving him there. The second thing being that everything happened at the bridge, well, not really. But it was a place to think, it was one of the earlier trade marks in Tree Hill. Now it was the Rivercourt where everything started, but the bridge used to be this place of healing, where you could actually look out at the river and everyone else around it. It was soothing, it was serene. But nothing about this situation was soothing or serene. It wasn't even calm.

Brooke came to a complete stop on the middle of the bridge. He wasn't looking at her, but from what he could hear, she was breathing heavily, and something told him that her olive eyes were on fire. Kyle would've thought it was sexy, and he did, but it wasn't the time to be thinking such thoughts about someone that wanted him out of her life at the moment.

Kyle wondered if she was going to say anything. Yell, cry, or maybe talk calmly. But so far all she'd done was cut the engine and star straight ahead. He didn't know if she was going to say something, or just expected him to get out and walk home without anything said. If that was the case then she was seriously mistaken because he wasn't going anywhere.

--

Wracking her brain, Brooke tried to figure out what to say, anything to say to get him to just get out of her car. But she couldn't think of anything that would get him out. She could think of tons of things to say, but she knew he wouldn't because he wanted to talk to her.

She sat, staring straight ahead, wishing she was anywhere else but right next to the person that could make her do anything. She was shaking in anger, confusion, and sadness all at the same time.

"Get out," she said, trying not to bash her head against the steering wheel.

Kyle shrugged, "No."

"I said," Brooke said, gripping the wheel. "Get out."

"Brooke, I'm not getting out of this car, or away from you until you talk to me."

"Kyle, I said get the fuck out of my car!!!!" Brooke yelled.

"And I thought I said I wasn't going to get out of this car until you talked to me. Damn't Brooke!" Kyle yelled back, staring out the window.

Brooke unbuckled her seatbelt, "Fine. I'll get out."

Kyle sighed as he heard her slam the door with all her might. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, but he didn't expect he would have to throw her over his shoulder. Or he could just follow her.

Brooke didn't want to walk, she didn't. It would've been much better if Kyle just would've gotten out of the car before she completely went psycho bitch on him.

She rolled her eyes as she heard another car door slam shut and Kyle running after her. Brooke considered running, but it was her favorite pair of heels. Kyle wasn't worth her Jimmy Choos.

"Brooke!" Kyle yelled running after her.

"Kyle just stop it!" Brooke yelled, walking as fast as she could away from him.

He finally reached her and stood in her way, "Brooke we wouldn't even be here right now if you'd just listen to me! Is it that hard to hear what I have to say?!?"

"Yes it is!" she exclaimed. "Everytime you have something to say, we fight and I get even more pissed off and miss you even more than I did the day before."

"Please, just listen to me. I was hoping his would be the last time I would ever have to hurt you like I have been," Kyle said quietly, looking down at his feet.

"I'm tired of you hurting me Kyle, and if loving you makes me feel this miserable, then I would rather save myself all this heartache and more," Brooke said, tears spilling out of her eyes.

He grabbed her shoulders, "I don't want to hurt you like that ever again. Brooke I've been hiding from this whole relationship and love thing. It's something that I've never experienced or even witnessed. But what I didn't know was that I had it and felt it before I even knew it."

"Then why did you make me wait Kyle?" Brooke asked desperately. "If you felt this way the whole time, even before you moved, then why did you make me wait all this time, all those nights, all those questions I asked myself over and over again, getting a different answer all the time?"

Kyle shook his head, "I don't know. I really don't. But I never meant to hurt you."

She laughed harshly, "Don't even bother with that line Kyle. I've heard it way too many times."

"Well believe me when I say that. I was scared Brooke, I'm still scared. But I'm here, telling you that I don't want to run anymore, I don't want to think about all the different things that could go wrong, because I don't care anymore. I just wanna be with you, right here, right now."

"And you think you can just sweep me off with all these nice words, and you have me?"

"No, that's not what I think. I know you've been feeling really bad and confused the past two weeks, and that's my fault, I know that. But I want to be the one that brings you out of that. Not because I feel bad and not because I feel like I have to, it's because I love you, but you don't seem to see that."

"Oh well I'm sorry that I'm not secure enough for you!" Brooke yelled, spinning around and walking back towards her car.

Kyle groaned and looked up at the sky, "Damn't Brooke why can't you just believe me?! Is it that hard to believe that someone wants to be with you. That someone could love you?!"

"Actually yes it is! I'm a mess," Brooke said, standing 10 feet from him.

"How are you possibly a mess?" Kyle asked skeptically.

"I snore when I sleep, and about 90 percent of the time I'm a bitch. The other ten percent I'm either whiney or horny or sleeping. The highlights of my day are watching General Hospital and finding out what's going on with the celebrities. I absolutely hate cheap shit, mainly because it's just that, cheap. When I'm not thinking about you, I'm thinking about what you're doing, what you're thinking, and clothes. Then there are those times when I don't think of you for minutes at a time, and then there you come, like a whirlwind you fly back into my head and that's all I do for the rest of the day. And I can't stand being close to you because I know if you asked me to jump off this bridge, I would if I knew it would make you happy," Brooke confessed, full blown tears streaming down her face.

It was then she realized that she had said it all. She didn't even think about even admitting those things to him, not in a million years, and now he was right there, hearing everything, and it wasn't even rehearsed or planned. It felt good to say it, that was until she thought about how pathetic she probably sounded.

What could he possible say to that? What was there to say? Knowing that he was a big part of her life, and he wasn't even talking to her at the time, was enough to blow him away. Just hearing what she was saying threw Kyle off completely. He didn't know why he was all those things to her, why he was all she thought about, it was starting to make him feel really confused as well.

"Why?"

Brooke looked at him, "Why what?"

"Why do you think about me all the time?" Kyle asked, walking towards her. "Brooke, I hurt you so many times since I've been back. Sure, you have all those things about you that you might not like, but I love them about you. You are so perfect to me, I don't even think I deserve to be with you, let alone be your friend for all those years. So I'm confused as to why I'm such this huge power over you, because honestly that doesn't even come to mind," Kyle explained, trying to make sense of what he was feeling.

"So you mean to tell me that you think that you don't deserve me and I think that I don't deserve you?" Brooke asked.

"It seems that way," Kyle said, looking out at the river, seriously not knowing where this conversation was going to go.

"You're the only one that could fully understand how I think and how I feel. You know me right down to my facial expressions, so much that it's kind of scary how much you know about me. And I can't even begin to decipher why anyone would fall in love with all my bad habits, and my potty mouth, and my weird pet peeves. You're the only one that stuck with me Kyle. I was drowning myself in my problems and you caught me. You saved me."

"But didn't Lucas save you also? How is that any different?"

Brooke shook her head, "Lucas never saved me like you did. He never had to protect me from myself. He drove me into myself right from the start. He never really saved me. You saved me from myself, and you make me better. That's something that Lucas could never have done."

"I still don't understand," Kyle murmured to himself. "I don't get how you can love me. Brooke I freaking almost got you killed. I slept with your best friend, gosh I even refused to see or talk to you for two whole weeks!"

Brooke nodded, "Yeah I know. But I loved you anyway. What I don't get is how you could love me. You say that I'm perfect to you, but what have I done? I didn't save you, I never did. I never did anything significant for you"

Kyle laughed to himself. "Brooke, you saved me tons of times, whether you knew it or not. If you hadn't been so lost, so sad, I wouldn't have came back and found my life that I missed. Because of you I got out of the mob organization before I got myself or someone else I cared about hurt or dead. And because of you I'm standing on a deserted bridge trying to win you over when I could've just let you walk away. But I don't want you to walk away."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Brooke asked. "Do you want me to say that I hate you right now, but I can't stop myself from wanting to hear what you have to say? Do you want me to say that I stare at my ceiling everyday, wondering what I could've done or said that would make you want to be with me? What is it?"

Kyle shrugged, "Brooke all I ever wanted was for you to say you love me. That's all. But it seems like you can't, and I don't know why."

There it was, the thing that started their huge fight in the first place. Because Brooke couldn't open her mouth when it was seriously needed. Instantly she grabbed for her backpocket.

Kyle's eyes widened as he tried to stare down the worn out folded piece of paper between Brooke's index and middle finger. He was hoping she would've gotten rid of that.

"And you think this is why?" Brooke asked, eyeing it herself. "You think this is why I can't tell you how I feel? You think it's because of the fact that I'm still apprehensive about letting Lucas go?"

"I really don't know why or what's bothering me. It's just like whenever I think about the day and what happened, I just want to shut down and, I don't know, I just get angry," he explained, finding it hard to find words of how he felt.

"Well honestly, this isn't why I can't say what I feel," Brooke said.

"Okay, then why can't you? There's nothing holding you back, you're not with Lucas anymore, there's nothing!" Kyle exclaimed. "So why can't you tell me how you feel?"

Frustrated, Brooke ripped the folded paper in half, suddenly feeling very bossy, like she should take hold of the reigns now or something. Kyle watched as she held the ripped pieces in her hands, walk over to the barriers at the side, stand on it and throw it out into the river. He followed her, watching the little white specks fall into the river.

"Why did you do that?" He asked quietly, still looking down on the river.

"Because I don't need that, I never did. I don't need time or a break. I don't need breaking up with Lucas, and I don't need that paper to know that I love you. I just, I was scared because if I said it out loud, I would know just how hard I fell for you, and I would feel stupid and pathetic about myself. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you Kyle, and I'm sorry that it took me this long to say it," she said nervously, watching him closely. It was like time had suddenly stood still. There was nothing else she could say or do anymore.

Which was why she was surprised when Kyle broke out into a heart filled laugh. She continued to stare at him, not really knowing what was happening. He kept on laughing and laughing until Brooke started to get upset.

"Why are you laughing at me? I just poured my heart out to you for the past ten minutes and all you can do is laugh at me? Am I that amusing to you?" Brooke asked, hurt.

Kyle immedately stopped. He didn't mean to hurt her feelings or make her feel stupid, but the situation in itself was ironic and just funny. One could easily be mad, but he just felt like laughing his ass off, something he hadn't done since this situation occurred.

"I'm sorry," he said apologetically, holdingh her hand gently. "I'm not laughing at you, it's just the situation and the fact that I feel like this ton of weight just lifted off of me right now. I mean come on, it's been months since this drama started right? And now we're here, three months later, at this damn bridge, and it's like there's nothing anymore. All that is gone."

Brooke smirked, "Yeah, I guess I see your point. So, what do we do now?"

"Well I don't know about you," Kyle said innocently, "but I kind of haven't kissed you in awhile..."

"So we're really going to do this?" she asked, intertwining their fingers.

"We're really going to do this," he repeated. "And I promise that you're not going to regret it, and you're never gonna have to feel the way you have been lately. That was my fault, and I'm not gonna do that again. You just have to trust me okay?"

"Ehh I don't think you have to worry about that," Brooke said.

"I'm just saying, I don't want you to--"

"Kyle?" Brooke interrupted.

"What?" he asked.

"Shut up and kiss me."

Her lips were like silk and suddenly he knew that it was all worth it. All the months of fighting and all the confusion, the drama, if all that would've brought him to where he was right now, he was glad it happened. He was glad that he had gotten in the accident, he was glad that Brooke was with Lucas, and he was even glad that he had spent days of being hurt and miserable.

The kiss wasn't searing or rushed, not even somewhat wrong. If Kyle hadn't been supporting her, Brooke swore she would've fell because her knees had given out beneath her. She couldn't believe that this was actually happening right now. Her and Kyle finally climbed out of their proverbial ditch, together. It seemed like the storm had passed, and now all she felt was sunshine, and Kyle's lips.

"Hmm," Kyle mumbled before pulling away reluctantly. "You know what I just realized?"

"What's that?"

"You're car's still on," Kyle replied and Brooke suddenly heard the buzzing noise of the engine that had apparently been on ever since both departed from the car several minutes ago.

They both laughed. "Well, I guess we better head back to the hospital huh?" Brooke asked.

"Yeah, that would be a good idea. I wonder if Haley's fully dilated yet," Kyle said as they walked towards Brooke's car.

"If she is, I feel bad for Nathan," Brooke smirked, making a U turn on the bridge.

The following minutes were of silence. Both were so ecstatic tht things were put together the way they were supposed to, it would've been a shame to say anything. Kyle couldn't help it though. He felt like jumping off the bridge himself, do anything that would cause him to jump for joy or, something.

Brooke stared ahead with her signature smirk on her face and her fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

"I love you," she said suddenly, glancing at him slightly before her eyes set back on the road.

He took her left hand off the steering wheel and held it in his own before kissing it, "I love you too."

--

"So how long ago did Kyle leave?" Peyton asked, talking to Nathan right outside Haley's room. She had reached 8 centimeters, and it was only a matter of time before Haley started going crazier than she already was, if that was possible.

"I don't know, maybe like, fifteen or twenty minutes or something?" Nathan shrugged. "He said he was going after Brooke, so who knows when they'll be back."

"Hmmm," Peyton said, suddenly feeling very nosy as to what was going on with Kyle and Brooke at the moment.

"Peyton don't start," Nathan warned. Ever since his talk with Kyle earlier, he was eager to not even think about what was going on with Kyle and Brooke. But it remained in the back of his mind.

"What? I'm just wondering what's going on, or what didn't go on if you know what I mean," Peyton said, trying to drown out Haley's groans and shrieks of pain.

"Well, I'm trying something new, which means that I'm just not going to say anything about the situation, and neither should you either," Nathan said pointedly.

Peyton rolled her eyes, "Whatever Nathan, like you're not wondering if they're either making out or, yelling. I can't help it, and it's probably in the back of your mind."

"Whatever Peyt, I can't be thinking about this right now. What I really should be thinking about," Nathan began, pointing in the room, "is in there, screaming how I'm never going to get laid ever again."

"Hmm maybe you're right. I should probably start dialing numbers now shouldn't I?" Peyton asked, whipping out her cell phone from her backpocket, scrolling down the contacts list.

"That would be a good idea. In the mean time I'm just gonna---"

"NATHAN GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT THIS FUCKING MINUTE!!!!!!"

"Yeah that would be a good idea," Peyton said before returning to the waiting room as Nathan went into hell.

--

"Alright so what exactly should we say when like, we see everybody?" Brooke asked as her and Kyle walked into the first floor of the hospital.

It wasn't of Brooke's nature to really care about what people thought, because most likely they were only thinking the highest of things about her. She was a bit nervous about what everyone would think.

They stepped into the elevator Kyle pressed the button. "Well I would think we wouldn't have to say anything."

"What do you mean? Of course we have to let everybody know," Brooke said.

"I think they would get the hint when they see this," he held her hand, "and this," he said kissing her softly. "Either way, they're gonna know. And I think it'll be a relief for them."

"Now that I think about it yeah you're right. I mean, there are probably bets placed or something," Brooke chuckled.

"If I know Peyton and Nathan, then they probably do. I kinda feel bad for snapping at Nathan earlier though, it was kind of out of line."

"Hey, it's Nathan. Plus Haley's probably got him too scared to even be mad," Brooke said as the elevator doors open.

The couple stepped out to see Peyton sitting in the waiting room with Jake, Lucas, Karen, Mouth, even Rachel.

Peyton was the first to look up from her phone, while everyone was either talking or listening to their Ipods. She eyed them both suspiciously. First Kyle, then Brooke. She stared at Brooke for a moment, like they were having their own little conversation with their eyes.

Brooke jerked her head slightly towards Kyle and raised her eyebrows and shrugged with a smirk on her face. Peyton broke out into a smile and tilted her head back, laughing slightly. It was about damn time.

"So," Kyle began, causing everybody to look up. "What's going on with Hales?"

"Umm," Lucas said, surprised that Brooke and Kyle were standing next to each other. "Haley just went to ten centimeters. Last time we heard the baby was already crowning, and that was about 3 or four minutes ago."

Kyle and Brooke nodded understandably. Neither knew if they should just come out and say it, or if maybe it would've been best if they just let everybody figure them out themselves.

All of a sudden the sound of a door slamming was heard through the hall. Nathan broke through the doors with an immense smile on his face. Kyle could've sworn he saw tears coming from his best friend's eyes.

"It's a boy!" Nathan exclaimed.

Everyone stood up to congratulate Nathan. There was no doubt this day would be forgotten. Not only was it the birth of Nathan and Haley's son, but it was the start of a new relationship, an actual lasting one.

"So is it alright if we all go in and see Haley and the baby?" Karen asked.

"Yeah I think so. But let's all go back and see them," Nathan said, leading the group through the double doors.

"You think anyone suspected anything?" Kyle asked as him and Brooke were at the back of he group.

"Peyton did, and something tells me Lucas is catching on," Brooke said as they all walked into the room.

Haley was now laying on the bed more comfortably with a bundle of blue blankets in her arms. Her hair was matted to her face and her face was glistening, but she seemed to not care. The group all stood in awe as they watched the family interact with each other. It was hard to imagine that Nathan and Haley hadn't even graduated yet, let alone get married and have a child already. But that didn't seem to matter that they hadn't received their diploma or had the perfect marriage, they were a family now.

Brooke was so entranced at the sight. She leaned her head back into Kyle's chest and sighed. She could only hope she would have that sometime.

"So what's his name?" Jake asked, breaking the silence the room had held.

"James Anthony Scott," Haley answered softly, still gazing at the little bundle of joy in her arms.

"Well, he's gonna get all the chicks," Kyle commented, taking one took at the kid and knowing.

The group laughed and Nathan looked up at his friend, "Well well well. It's about time both of you gave in." The entire room looked up at Kyle and Brooke,

now fully aware of their position together, and realizing that they had walked in together from the elevators.

Brooke was relieved to see that everyone was smiling encouragingly at them. Peyton had that all knowing smirk, like she knew. She couldn't even begin to

think about Rachel, who was most likely on her phone texting everybody who mattered that Brooke Davis had snagged herself another man.

All Kyle could do was shrug, "Well, I told you I wasn't coming back without her."