A/N - Hey, sorry for the extremely long wait. If you've read my new update of I Hate to Love You, then you would know my computer broke last month and that's why I haven't been able to update.

I would just like to say thanks for the reviews for the last chapter. I loved them all.

Please read, enjoy and review chapter 10!

Thanks!

(Also, I know that the college stuff was done in season 3, however my story's timing is all screwed up already so why not make it more messed up lol.)

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A Bad Dream

Chapter 10 -

"Ms. Davis may I have a word with you?" The guidance counselor of Tree Hill High said, stopping Brooke Davis in the hallway.

The bell had just rung and she was looking forward to a relaxing Friday evening.

"Yeah sure." She said while adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

"Come in my office."

Brooke followed the older woman into the secluded area.

"Take a seat." The woman said, pulling out a chair. "Ms. Davis, I'm aware you haven't filled out or mailed any college applications yet."

Brooke nodded. It was true.

"Time's ticking. You've really got to start thinking. Any ideas?"

"No." She said while fidgeting with her fingers.

"Brooke, colleges won't take you seriously until you take yourself seriously. I need you to go home and take this weekend to think about your future. Have a good weekend."

"You too." Brooke mumbled, getting up from her seat.

Truth was, college was the last thing on her mind lately. Between struggling to pass classes and keeping her pregnancy a secret, she really had no time to think about her future.

She and Lucas hadn't even spoken about colleges once. Of course she knew Lucas wanted to attend UNC. But was that still his dream even with a baby coming into the picture soon?

Ever since she was little, Brooke always pictured herself becoming a famous clothing designer. Naturally, one of her dream schools would be FIT. But that was all the way in New York City. With Lucas in North Carolina and her in New York, none of this would work. A baby changed everything.

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She tossed and she turned in her bed. She hadn't been getting any sleep in the past two weeks.

She woke up in a panic, as usual. She wiped her sweaty forehead and pushed the covers off of her. This was the tenth night in a row she'd been having that nightmare. The one with him in it.

She'd considered talking to Peyton about it; after all, Peyton had experienced the same thing. But talking to Peyton would be too weird. They had become some what friends but it wasn't the same.

She slipped on shoes, grabbed her coat and car keys, then headed outside.

It was one forty-five in the morning when she knocked on his bedroom door.

Lucas slowly but surely got up out of bed and opened the door. The instant rush of cold air woke him up.

"Brooke? What's wrong?" He asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"I can't sleep." She replied, shrugging, hoping this answer would be enough.

She hadn't really spoken to him since the incident two weeks ago. She hadn't really spoken to anyone, really.

She felt so exhausted it made her sick. Was this the way her life was going to be now? Living in isolation. She and Lucas would have to talk eventually, though, much to her dismay. But that would have to wait 'til tomorrow. She was too tired.

She slowly walked over to his bed.

"You can sleep there." He said walking towards the door. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"No." She managed to say in the process of laying down on his bed. "Stay with me."

He cautiously walked over to where she lay and sat on his bed. Eventually Brooke had fallen asleep and he had begun rubbing her back rhythmically. They had a lot to talk about in the morning. He looked towards her lean stomach. A baby was in there. His baby. He brushed some of her chocolate brown hair off her eyes and kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight."

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"Hey." Brooke spoke into the phone. She was calling to say goodnight to Lucas; it had become a ritual in the past few months.

"Hey. How are you doing?"

She wanted to ask him the question she'd had on her mind the whole evening. However, she figured it would be better to ask him in person.

"Fine." She said, then paused, trying to figure out where to go next.

"Just calling to say goodnight?"

"Actually, can you come over? We need to discuss something." She asked while placing a hand on her stomach. It was early December and she was about fourteen weeks along. Her stomach had just started to show a bit, but not noticeably much. Keeping the pregnancy a secret hadn't been much of a struggle, but the constant weight gain will make it more difficult.

"Sure, but is everything okay?"

"Yeah. I just need to talk to you about something."

"Okay, I'll be there in a few."

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Lucas got there seven minutes later and in those seven minutes, Brooke tried to put her words together, figuring out what she really needed to ask him.

"Hi." She said, letting him in the house.

"What's up?" He asked lightly, taking off his coat.

"What's your plan for us?" She asked, motioning him to sit down.

"Huh?"

"I mean...you want to go off to UNC and I...well...I don't really know any more."

"Brooke..."

"And I know you already sent your application off there. And you'll probably get in...but, my dream has always been FIT." She knew she sounded selfish. FIT was miles away; it couldn't be her dream anymore.

"That's in New York..."

"Yeah...it is. It's just, well, we never really talked about this before. And time's runnin' out...I just need to make up my mind."

"So," He sighed. "My dream's here in North Carolina and yours is in New York. And we have the baby..."

"Luke," She stared at his blue eyes. "Is it always gonna be this way? This hard?"

Instead of answering with words, he wrapped his arms around her small body.

She knew the answer though. It was always going to be hard and difficult.

But this was their life now.

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A/N - 'Kay I know that was really short and it probably sucked but I really wanted to get something out for you guys. Please review to give me your thoughts. Also, if you have any suggestions, feel free to share.

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Thanks,

Melissa

(P.S. A few hours ago I posted chapter 3 of I Hate to Love You. Check that out, too, please!)