Same Mistake Twice

Disclaimer- Not mine, but I really wish it was.

AN- dolcegrazia and Duckygirl—thanks so much for reviewing.

If anyone has any questions, thoughts, or suggestions just write it in the review and I will answer or take it into consideration for the story! Thanks kids!

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Two days had passed since Brooke had gone and gotten the blood tests at the doctor. She was nervously waiting for the phone call that could make or break her life.Everyone around her could tell that something was wrong, but nobody had to balls to ask her what was going on. Peyton, Lucas and Nathan had begun discussing it one day, but Brooke had come up to them during the conversation. She was definitely not acting like her old self. She was distracted and kind of moody.

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Brooke woke up on the third day after she had been to the doctor. She looked at the clock, it read 4:56. 'Jesus Christ, why can't I sleep anymore? I need something to distract me before I kill something.' Brooke thought as she slowly crept out of bed. Brooke, usually being the late riser that she was, was not used to waking up this early. She had no clue what to do with herself for the next three hours until school started. She went downstairs and decided to make some tea, a habit that she had picked up lately instead of her usual latte. She lazed around her house for about half an hour before she decided to take a shower and slowly start to get ready.

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It was her lunch period. She was sitting with Peyton and a couple of cheerleaders, when her cell phone rang. 'This is it,' she thought. Brooke quickly excused herself from the table before she walked to the other side of the courtyard.

"Hello," she answered in a sluggish voice.

"Hi, Is this Brooke Davis?"

"Uh, yeah."

"This is Annabelle, from your doctor's office. I have your test results." She paused a little too dramatically for Brooke.

"And…" Brooke said impatiently.

"And… congratulations! You're going to be a mother, Brooke."

Brooke was absolutely speechless. She had known that there was a huge possibility that she could be pregnant, but now it was real. P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T, who knew that eight little letters could mean so much. Brooke Davis, captain of the cheerleading squad, student council president, and probably one of the most popular girls in school was pregnant.

She quickly regained herself. "Uh… thank you, Annabelle. I guess I'll call later this week to schedule an appointment," She said, hoping to God that her voice wouldn't crack.

She needed to get out. She wanted to run home and fall down on her bed and cry, but at the moment, she couldn't even move her legs towards the parking lot.

'Why would god give me a kid?' Brooke thought as she fought back tears that were seconds away from escaping her hazel eyes.

She needed to go talk to Karen, but first, she wanted to get Peyton to take her home. Although Peyton had a lot on her plate at the moment, Brooke needed her best friend for support in her time of need. Brooke really just needed a shoulder to cry on and she knew that Peyton would do whatever she could to bring Brooke's spirits up, even if she was slowly dying of sadness herself.

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Slowly, Brooke dragged her feet against the concrete to the other side of the courtyard. She knew that she probably looked like a zombie, but in her mind, that was better than a "pregnant cow". Once she got to the table, Peyton looked up at her as if she were her hero. Apparently, the cheerleaders were getting a little too cheery for Peyton at that moment, and Peyton immediately jumped up to greet Brooke.

"P. Sawyer, Will you drive me home? We need to talk." Brooke whispered, so Peyton was the only one that could hear her.

"What Brooke, Are we breaking up?" Peyton joked. Brooke did this a lot, when she was on her period, as Peyton assumed she was. From Peyton's perceptive, that was the only thing that could explain her mood for the past couple of days. Peyton looked up into Brooke's eyes and saw the tears that were almost leaking out. She knew it was something far more serious.

"Alright Brooke, we're leaving." Peyton said quietly in a far more serious voice.

"Thanks, Peyton." The two girls waved goodbye to their table and walked to the parking lot.

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The girls had just gotten to Brooke's house and Brooke had finally broken down in sobs. Peyton just sat on her bed with her and let her cry on her shoulder. She was beyond confused as to why the most cheerful person she knew was sobbing like this. After about 10 minutes of the incessant sobs, Peyton finally got Brooke to look at her.

"Brooke, what's wrong with you? What happened?" She tried to look into Brooke's hazel eyes, but they were darting in all different directions, so that they could not look into Peyton's green eyes. Brooke couldn't look her straight in the eye--- this was definitely serious.

"Brooke, you know whatever it is, we'll get through it." Peyton continued, trying to get the poor girl to speak. After another 5 minutes of deep breathing, Brooke finally calmed down a bit.

"Alright," Brooke sniffled as she spoke, "It's kind of like this--- I had sex with Felix right?" She looked at Peyton, whose face was currently showing signs of complete and utter confusion. Brooke having sex with her boyfriend was nothing new to Peyton. "We had sex, and I thought that we were always safe. I mean I was on the pill and we were basically safe in everyway possible, but…"

"Holy shit," Peyton gasped. "You're… You're… preg…"

"Pregnant, with child, say it however you want, it's still the truth."

"How did you… When did you… Are you…" Questions swirled around in Peyton's head and they all came out together as she spoke. Peyton looked at Brooke and they both started sobbing together. Once Peyton regained herself, she spoke-

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be freaking out, and I'm supposed to be supporting you. You just caught me totally off-guard."

"Goldilocks, it's cool." There was the Brooke that Peyton knew and loved, "You were shocked. I am too. To answer some questions, I was late, so I took a home pregnancy test, but I've learned in the past that they aren't exactly the most reliable things in the world. So I made an appointment with the doctor and got a blood test. Today, during lunch, when I got that phone call that was the doctor office 'congratulating' me on becoming a mother. How screwed up is that?"

"Whoa. So I know you just found out and all, and I know that you are totally shocked, but do you know that you are going to do with it?"

"Not really. I think I'm going to go talk to Karen tonight and see if she can help me decide what I'm going to do."

"Okay, well do you want me to leave so you can go? Or do you want me to stay over? Or do you want to come over to my house later? Because if you need anything, you know I'm totally there no matter what right?" Brooke laughed in spite of herself. She thought it was absolutely hilarious when Peyton freaked out like this, when she was so caught up in helping others that nothing else in the world mattered. 'Maybe this is a good distraction from Jake after all," Brooke thought to herself.

"Actually, I would love to come stay with you tonight, if that's okay?" Brooke smiled her first real smile since days ago when she saw those two blue stripes.

"Absolutely, you go talk to Karen, and I will go home and rent some good chick-flick DVDs and get some good junk food and you come by when you're done."

"Thanks, Peyt. You're a goddess, and I know that I probably don't need to say this, but can we keep this between us?

"Of course, Brooke. You don't even need to ask. I'm going to go, so I'll see you later." Peyton hugged Brooke, then got off the bed and headed towards the door. She turned around and looked at the girl that had been her best friend since she was 5 and said, "Brooke, I love you to death and I will always be there for you no matter what, you know that right?"

Brooke looked up at her with a watery smile, "Yeah, I know P. Sawyer. I love you too. Now go! I need to fix my makeup before I go over to Karen's!" Peyton laughed. 'Leave it to Brooke to care about what she looks like during a crisis.' She thought as she went down the stairs and exited the huge house through the massive red door.

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Brooke slowly walked up to the little house that had seemed more like a home to her for the past few months than her own. She rapped on the door with her signature knock. She expected Karen to answer the door, since Deb had told her that Karen had already left the café for the day. Instead, a blond, blue eyed, basketball player answered the door and looked at her with concern.

"Hey, what's wrong Cheery?" Brooke smiled at the old nickname that he had given her during their relationship. She hadn't realized that in the process of thinking on the doorstep, a few tears had dropped down her face.

"Uh… Hey Luke," Brooke said uncomfortably while she wiped the stray tears from her face. "I was wondering if your mom was around. I kind of really need to talk to her." She continued in desperation.

"Oh." Lucas' face fell. 'Why would she be here for you Luke? You're friends, but she can't trust you yet.' He told himself. "Well, you just missed her. She's out on a date with Andy. Can I help you with something?" He asked with the boyish half-smile that always used to make Brooke weak at the knees.

Brooke looked at the boy that stood before her. His once-buzzed hair was slowly growing back. She looked in his eyes and she saw the same vulnerable, handsome, sweet boy that she had fallen in love with just months earlier. They were friends. Friends can tell friends when they are pregnant. Brooke had told Peyton just earlier that day. So, why couldn't she tell Lucas? 'Maybe because a couple of months ago, this kid could have been his.' Brooke quickly reminded herself.

She looked down at the ground contemplating, and then looked back up into his beautiful blue eyes. They were filled with concern for the girl that stood before him. She wanted so badly to trust him. Last time, he was there to help in any which way that he could. Brooke tried to open her mouth about five times, before successfully getting out a word.

"Luke?" She looked up at him with her vulnerable, tear-filled hazel eyes. "Luke?" She cried again. This time, his arms engulfed her tiny body and she pushed her tear-filled face into his chest and just breathed in his scent. She felt so comfortable in his arms. She could feel his grip tighten around her as he slowly moved both of them toward the living room couch. 'Yes, I can trust him. I can.' Brooke thought to herself. Once she finally calmed down a little, she worked her way out of his muscular arms. She sighed in dramatic Brooke Davis- style and started to speak.

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Sorry kids. It's late and I honestly didn't have it in me to write a ton more for tonight.

Next time-

Brooke and Lucas talk.

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