Every time that I get this feeling,

I know the way that I want it to be,

But you know I'm gonna take my chance now,

I'm gonna make it happen some how,

And you know I can take the pressure,

A moment's pain for a life times pleasure.

-Atomic Kitten 'Tide is High'

Lucas and Peyton sat in the waiting room of the hospital. No, No body died. And No, No body's health was in danger. But still the feeling in the room was tense. Peyton tried to get her mind off the wait. She looked at a magazine. She flipped through the pages slowly, yet nothing seemed to interest her except what was on her mind.

Lucas sat nervously. His mom ran through the door. "Good you're here" He said, looking up from the chair that he was sitting uncomfortably in.

"I came as soon as you called. They were kind of pissed at the office though" she laughed at her last statement. She sighed and removed her purse from her shoulder and sat down in a chair next to Lucas and Peyton and placed the purse next to her feet.

The room was silent and tense. People came and went from the waiting room. It seemed like ages. Finally Brooke walked out of the room that she was in. Her mom was behind her. Brookes head was down. She raised her head and looked around the room. Her hands were collapsed into each other. She straightened her head and looked at Lucas. "Yeah." She said. By that, she meant, yes- we are having a child.

Lucas's mom touched his shoulder to let him know that it was going to be ok. He put his elbow on his knee and rested his forehead in his hand.

"Come on Brooke, let's go." Brooke's mom said with disappointment and no emotion in her voice. Peyton followed her as they left the room. Lucas sat with his mom in the waiting room for a while. "Men don't cry." Lucas said. "That's what dad always told me when I was younger and had nightmares. I would come into you and his room and id be holding onto my teddy bear crying. He would tell me to suck it up, because I was three, I was old enough to understand the difference between reality and my own world. Its not fair mom, I was three! I was a little kid!"

"I know hunny I know." His mom said comforting. "And then when you turned ten, I walked into your room to tuck you in, you told me that you were too old for hugs and kiss's now. I nodded and left peacefully, went into my room and cried myself to sleep because my baby is growing up. Now your going to be able to understand how much your life is going to change now, how much you're going to love your child. A child is a miracle, and should be treated as such. Sometimes your father didn't realize that."

Lucas hugged his mom. She held him and he started to cry. It seemed like hours that he sat there in her arms. She stroked her hair and whispered memories in his ear. "I love you mom," Lucas said sobbing.

"I love you too baby." His mom replied. "Come on now lets go home. I wont tell your father about any of this. Especially the part where you're going to be having a child." She smiled and guided him out.
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[Brookes Flashback] "Peyton..." a five-year-old Brooke whined. "Its not fair." She continued. "I hate my mommy and daddy, they don't care about me. I don't get it. Am I really that bad of a kid? What did I do, Peyton? I know me and you are dumdum heads sometimes, but aren't parents supposed to love their kids no matter what? I thought that's how it was suppose to be? How come they don't love me?" Brooke cried. She was five, and already talking like that. Surprising. Usually you hear kids say 'I love my mommy' but she's already noticing neglecting from her parents. Peyton sat there and hugged her. "Do you want a icy pop?" Peyton asked. And Brooke nodded gently. [End flashback]

"And I end up here again." Brooke sighed to herself as she looked up at the sunset. She lay in the field, this time alone.

She wondered why her parents didn't care. She wondered why she was the way she was, constantly trying to be perfect. Maybe it was because she didn't have acceptance from her parents, she had to get acceptance SOMEWHERE didn't she?

She hummed the song Peyton would always sing to her when the only thing Brooke could do was cry.

She lay sprawled out in the damp field. She watched as the sky turned different colors, and birds dance around in the summer breeze singing there own songs of happiness and wonder.