(Asteric) and the plaster dented from your fist

In the hall where you had your first kiss

Reminds you that the memories will fade...

There are so many things you can feel when you are trying not to loose hope. You can feel helpless, scared, hopeless... etc... its like your hanging from a cliff and the only way to go is down and no ones around to help you. Or if you fall down and cant get up and there's no one to help you. These things can become better if there was another person there to help you, but what happens when the other person is just as helpless as you?

Brooke sat at her desk with her hands on her cheeks and her elbows rested on her desk. She looked nervous, yet sad, like she was disappointed in herself or something like that. She looked up into the mirror and saw her boyfriend, Lucas, sitting on the bed with his hands on the bed next to his side and his feet waving back and forth as he watched the floor.

"You know" Brooke started, "We only have ourselves to blame for this."

"Yeah, I know." Lucas said while getting up.

"This sucks." Brooke sighed.

"Stop acting like your back in eight grade" Lucas said while pacing back and forth.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean" Brooke said while spinning around in her chair.

""This sucks" my god Brooke this is much bigger then- "This sucks" you sound very young when you say that."

"My god Lucas I am young! I'm 16! I'm not even out of frickin' High School! I can't have a child!!!"

"Ok, Ok, I'm sorry" Lucas said. He stopped and looked at her while she started to cry. She looked at him with eyes full of tears, and tears streaming down her face. "Listen to me" He dropped his arms and started walking toward her as she buried her face in her hands and sobbed. "It's going to be ok! Don't worry."

"How Lucas? How is it going to be ok?" Brooke sobbed.

"Because I'm here. Look, We COULD be having a child. But there's also a chance we aren't. When that test is ready, we will read it, if it says were pregnant then were pregnant. And Peyton will throw you a baby shower, and ill move in with you and help you take care of the child. We will tell our parents together. We will get married, hunny ill do anything for you, it's going to be ok." Lucas said with a soothing voice. He knelt down in front a Brooke.

"Lucas" She cried, he wrapped his arms around his neck. "I don't want to be married at 16, I don't want a little child, he will be asked 'how olds your mommy' and he will say o she's only 19, and then when it's fourteen he will be asked "how long have your parents been married.' He will think about and be like "huh, funny, I'm fourteen and they've only been married 13 years!'" Brooke cried. While taking breaks to sniffle and wipe her tears.

"Ok listen, if it says we are going to have a child then we are going to have a child, we can do it Brooke. We love each other. We will make this work."

"You promise you wont leave me?" Brooke said.

"I promise. We are going to make it through this together. Brooke sat up and wiped her tears, her makeup was running down her face, her eyes were swollen from crying. "Besides, our kid is also going to say to his friends 'I have the best lookin' parents ever!'" Lucas said with a smile.

Brooke laughed and hugged Lucas. Lucas smiled knowing that he made her feel better.

"It should be ready." Brooke whispered. She walked over to the windowsill where the pregnancy test was sitting. She picked it up and read it. She spun around to Lucas.

She walked closer to him and bent down next to him and handed him the test. He read it and stared for a few minutes.

"Were going to have a child." Lucas said after a few minutes. She nodded. He put down the test and a tear ran down her cheek. He hugged her tight in his arms and whispered that it was going to be ok. She nodded once more. And kissed his cheek.

"Were going to make it through this together." Lucas finished.

(Asteric) Dashboard confessional- "The Brilliant Dance"