A/N - Hey people. Sorry for the delay but I was finishing up school which ended today. So now that summer is officially here for me, I plan on updating all my stories more frequently and possibly making some new ones. But then again I have camp and I go there early and don't get home 'til around five but, whatever, because it's summer I get to stay up later and I'll work on my stories.
(Oh, and check out my new story 'Starting Over'. It's Brucas, as always!)
So please read, enjoy, and review. (Maria, you better review! Lol)
Sorry for my rambling, now onto Chapter 5 ...
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Brooke squinted her eyes and held a hand over them to prevent them from the early sun's rays. She let out a yawn as she positioned herself upright. It was then she realized she wasn't in her nice comfy bed. Instead she had slept in some weird position on the couch where the television remote control had been jammed into her back from her tossing and turning in the middle of the night.
"Hey you're up." Her head jerked up when she heard his voice.
"You stayed the night?"
"Yup. I wanted to make sure you were okay." He responded as he handed her a cup of coffee and sat down next to her.
"Can't," She pushed her hand away from the mug, "Bad for the baby."
"Right," He trailed off as he placed the second cup down on the coffee table, "Look, I think we really need to talk."
"Yeah," Awkward silence passed before Brooke spoke again, "Okay. Listen. I know we're like not together anymore but we have to do something for this baby. Our baby. I mean I can't raise this kid by myself while you're off with somebody, probably Peyton," She added the Peyton part quickly, "And then our kid will see you with your other kids and it will be like Dan all over again and..." Brooke rambled on all in one breath.
"Brooke, Brooke, calm down. I'm not gonna let you raise the baby by yourself. I'm going to be here for you. Okay? I would never do that. No matter what happens, and no matter who we end up with, I'll always be here for this kid. And Brooke, I'll honestly always be here for you, too," She smiled at his sincerity before he continued, "But...I need to know something..."
"What is it?"
"Are you sure it's mine?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I mean, how do I know it's mine? You have been with other people."
"Oh my god," She stood up, "I can't believe for an actual second I thought we might be able to give this relationship another shot." She started walking out the room.
"Brooke. C'mon! It was just a simple question."
"Lucas," She turned on her heel quickly and stared him in his eyes. Those deep blue eyes, "I can't believe you're doubting me like this again. Believe me, if it wasn't yours I'd tell you." She then wiped her tears off and turned again up the stairs.
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Brooke sat on her bed hysterically crying, reading last week's issue of People. Once she heard the door shut downstairs she figured it'd be safe to cry. How were they supposed to make this work? They weren't together, he might be with Peyton right this moment, and to top all that plus more off, once again he thinks that maybe the baby's not his. Just like junior year.
And to think, just before he asked that horrid question he was being all sweet about how he'd always be there for Brooke. What kind of shit is that when a second later he asks her if it's his kid. So, let's just say it's not, it was just some random's. If that random left Brooke and she needed help from Lucas would he say no because it wasn't his kid. Would that 'I'll always be here for you too, Brooke',no longer apply?
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"Hey Peyton." Lucas replied glumly as he walked into Peyton's room.
"Well, this feels like deja vu. What happened now?" Peyton asked as she minimized something on her computer screen.
"Ya know Peyton," Lucas said walking towards her, totally ignoring the question she asked, "With all the podcasts you release, I wouldn't be surprised if you had a stalker." He joked.
"Haha, very funny Lucas. So anyway, what's wrong this time?"
"Well, I sorta screwed up."
"What else is new?"
"Hey!" He said as he jokingly pushed her backwards.
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"Hey mom," Brooke spoke into the phone, "Yeah, I know I haven't called in a while. Sorry. Um, I was wondering if I could possibly come live with you and dad for awhile. Nothing's wrong. Well, I'll tell you about it later. I can? Okay, well I'm going to be heading to the airport soon, the next flight is at seven thirty. Okay, thanks, I'll see you then. Bye."
Brooke doesn't like her parents. Brooke hates her parents. She hates them so much that she can't help but miss them. And, if there was one thing that came good of them living in California it was that anytime Brooke needed to escape her dramatic life in Tree Hill, she could go to them. And that's just what she would do.
But first, she'd have to do something else. Call someone else...
As her numb fingers dialed the familiar number, she hoped that there would be no answer, that way she'd just leave a message instead of actually talking to the person.
She sighed in relief as she heard the voice mail.
"Hey it's Lucas. I'm not here so leave a message and I'll try getting back to you."
"Um, hi, Lucas it's Brooke," Her voice cracked as she stumbled over her words, "I'm sorry about getting all defensive before. You have a right to know if it's your kid or not. And I'm sorry I lied to you but, it's not yours. When you um, when you left to go see that doctor for your HCM, I, um, hooked up with somebody and I'm so sorry, Lucas. I really am. And I'm being a hypocrite about you and Peyton. Ugh, I'm just so sorry. I think we shouldn't talk to each other for a while and if you see me in school on Monday, I'd rather you not say anything. And if you don't see me, well, that's for a different reason. So, um, bye Lucas. I'm sorry." She shut the phone and squeezed her eyes shut hoping this would prevent the tears from falling.
After five minutes, she composed herself and gathered her bags.
"Rachel!" She called throughout the house.
"In here!" She heard a response from downstairs.
"Oh, hey."
"Hey, where are you going?" Rachel suspiciously eyed the bags.
"Well, I have a favor to ask you."
"Hmmm?"
"Can you drive me to the airport?"
"What? Why?"
"I'll explain in the car I don't have a lot of time."
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"So you're really leaving, huh?"
"Yeah in about an hour I'll be on that plane. And I'm really sorry to leave you with all this mess with Lucas and stuff. If he calls just say that-"
"That you needed to leave. I know, I know. You've told me."
"Thanks," Brooke laughed, "I'm really gonna miss you, Rachel."
"You, too. But, hey, listen, I need to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"It's really not Lucas' baby?"
Brooke sighed as she leaned back in the seat. She stared around the crowded airport, she looked at families, at shops, at basically everything and everyone that was in the airport. Everything besides Rachel.
"Brooke..."
"Of course it's his baby! God!" And then she broke down into tears.
"Brooke."
"I just don't know what to do. I don't know what to do."
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A/N - Okay so I don't really like this chapter. To me it was just like a filler-ish thing. I don't know, maybe it was good.
Next chapter will take place right after this one and hopefully I'll be able to update soon.
I have, what I think, is a good storyline coming up in this story. When it first gets introduced, which will be in a few chapters, it may not seem important, but you just wait. So yeah, I'm really excited about that. I'm not gonna give anything away though, however I did give a hint in this chapter and in the last. A small hint.
So, lastly, PLEASE REVIEW! 30 people have this on alert and it would be awesome if I get an amount of reviews close to that. Probably won't happen, but we'll see. So PLEASE REVIEW.
Thanks everyone,
Melissa