A/N - Thanks for the all the great reviews! You guys are the best! Please read, enjoy, and REVIEW! Thanks:)

Btw, huge shocker at the end of the chapter (well at least I think it's shocking and very unexpected!) Enjoy!

(I'm in the middle of writing new chapters for my other stories and the sequel to the one-shot!)

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Chapter 3 -

"Ugh, shut up." Brooke currently was sitting on the couch, a tub of ice cream in one arm, a televison remote control in the other, as she raised the volume of the tv trying to tune out the ringing of her cell phone. It had been ringing for about half an hour now and Brooke only checked once to see who it was. Lucas, of course. And the only reason he had been so persistent on calling the whole time was because Brooke hadn't answered once. She would've turned off the phone or at least put it on silence but it was all the way across the room and she was way too lazy and comfortable to get up.

He knew that she knew he was calling because:

A) He had even followed her home the whole way from school trying to get her to talk to him. (He failed miserably)

And B), He knew his Brooke and she never went anywhere without her cell in hand.

"Okay, I've had enough of this," Rachel appeared in the doorway, "I swear to god, if I hear 'Stolen' one more time I will kill myself." She muttered under her breathe as she threw Brooke her cell phone, urging her to answer the goddamn thing.

"Thanks." Brooke responded as she dropped the remote, giving her a free hand, and then lowered the volume on the phone so the Dashboard Confessional song was now nowhere near audible.

"Aren't you going to answer it," The redhead asked curiously, hand on one hip, "It was Lucas."

"Exactly." Brooke responded as she dropped the phone on the pillow that lay on the couch she was occupying. She then went back to flipping the channels.

"Okay look," Rachel moved over to Brooke, pushed her feet off making her sit up, and took a seat, "I know we don't talk about many things, well okay, we don't really talk at all. But, I know something's going on. Sitting in the bathroom for long periods of time -and Brooke I know your makeup doesn't take that long-, weird visits from Haley, barely talking in school, ignoring Lucas' phone calls. Shall I go on?"

"Nothing's wrong, Rachel."

"Stop lying."

"I'm not lying. I'm not."

"Well I guess," Rachel picked up Brooke's cell, "I'll just have to call Lucas and find out."

"Rachel..."

"Hmmm...," She fixed the volume on the phone, "I see your phonebook...Now where is Lucas? Oh, I see him...Call." She clicked a number on the keypad.

"Rachel, please..."

"Ringing, ringing."

"Okay, fine!," Brooke shouted, "I'm pregnant." She finished off in a whisper.

"Wow. You know I wasn't really going to call him." Rachel showed the phone to Brooke showing nothing but the wallpaper.

"Great. Now you know." Brooke said trying to control her tears.

"It's Lucas' I assume."

"Yup." She nodded as she tried not looking Rachel in the eyes.

"Oh, right. You two are broken up aren't you?"

"You are really not helping." Brooke gave off a small laugh as a tear trickled down her left cheek.

"Sorry. But you know, you two are eventually going to have to talk about this. How you're going to deal with the baby and all."

"I don't even know if I'm keeping it."

"What? Does Lucas know? Well, that's actually a stupid question if you two haven't spoken."

"Ugh, what am I going to do?" Brooke put her head in her hands as she groaned.

Rachel felt so out of place. Her and Brooke weren't really good friends. How could she help her?

"It's going to be okay, Brooke." Rachel whispered as she patted Brooke's back awkwardly.

Brooke looked up. Her eyes filled with tears. "Thanks." Her voice cracked.

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"Mom, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, Lucas. What's wrong?" Karen pulled out a chair in the kitchen for her son to sit on.

"Well...Do you remember what happened around a year and a half ago with Brooke and the whole pregnancy scare?"

"Lucas..."

"It's not a scare this time, mom."

"Oh, Lucas." Karen gasped as she put a hand over her mouth.

"Mom, I know you're mad but believe me we both didn't want this to happen. I don't know what to do."

"Oh, you two should have been more responsible."

"I know, I know. And I'm sorry but..."

"Look. You two are older now, maybe not much, but you are. And I think you two will do the right thing. And I'll be here for you two, I will."

"I have to go talk to her. She's been ignoring me the whole day. I just don't know what to do."

"Go. Go talk to her."

"Thanks mom. I love you." He stood up and gave her a hug.

"I love you, too."

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"Brooke, come on, answer the phone." Lucas mumbled to himself as he sat in his car which was parked right outside her house.

"I give up." He muttered as he stuck his phone back in his pocket, unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

He had to talk to her. So if it meant going face-to-face, which was last resort, he'd do it. He'd have to resort to plan B.

He pushed the doorbell and waited a few seconds. No response. Another ring. Again nothing. He then resorted on pounding on the door.

"Brooke, I know you're in there." After bruising his hand for about two minutes Rachel appeared.

"Hey, Lucas. Here for me?" She giggled with a wink.

"Yeah, you wish."

"I knew it was too good to be true. Anyways, Brooke's upstairs," She finished with a serious tone, "She's hurt, Lucas."

"I know. Thanks." He pushed past her and ran up the stairs.

"Brooke, can I come in?"

"No." He heard a muffled reply.

"Brooke...I'm coming in."

"What do you want?" She looked up from her pillow and saw him.

"What do I want? Brooke, we gotta talk about this. You're pregnant!"

"Really, I didn't know."

"Brooke..."

"Lucas, this can't be happening. We're broken up. We're seniors in highschool. We're most likely going off to separate colleges. We're only eighteen."

"I know, but this just happened and it's not something we can control. I mean, you're most likely keeping the baby and it's something the two of us are going to have to get through...together..."

"Lucas..."

"And," He cut her off, "I'm going to be here for you and the baby Brooke. We're going to need to stick together. So...," He took a deep breathe, stuck his hand in his pocket as Brooke gave him a questioning glare, "I'm asking you, Brooke Davis, to marry me." He bent down on one knee and pulled out a cheap ring you could buy from one of those toy machines.

"Oh my god." The words escaped Brooke's mouth. And it wasn't a happy oh my god either...

"What?!" She finally said when she realized what was happening.

"Brooke Davis, will you marry me?" He stared at her, his blue orbs directly on her brown ones, anticipating an answer. She stared back at him, wide-eyed.

Oh. My. God.

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A/N - Surprised? Lol. Please review! Thanks!