"Stop it Brooke," Peyton exclaimed as she entered her best friend's apartment, "You're going to wear a hole in the floor." Peyton closed the door behind her and moved quickly towards Brooke who was pacing the floor of the apartment. "What's wrong?"
Brooke looked to Peyton who she'd called a mere 10 minutes before, "I can't do it."
Peyton looked at Brooke confused as she placed her hands on Brooke's shoulders, stopping her from pacing the floor. "Can't do what?"
Brooke groaned and plopped down on the stool at the counter, "I took the damn shower, I ate a sandwich, I even slept for an hour but I can't do it!"
Peyton sat down on the stool beside Brooke, "What can't you do?"
Brooke groaned and dropped her head to the countertop, "Make a cheeseburger."
Peyton slapped the back of Brooke's head, "You idiot! You had me scared!"
Brooke sighed, "Sorry." She picked her head up, "You've got to help me. Lucas wanted a cheeseburger and I want to make one for him but it just turned into a disaster area."
So far so good, she'd gotten chop meat from the grocery store and headed home. She knew so much as to take the meat out of the package, kneed it and shape it into a burger. Haley had one of those George Forman grills so she was set with the means to cook it. Brooke had turned on the grill, put the burger on it, waited a bit and then realized the burger was much too big. Being as 'smart' as she was, she'd cut it in half and tried again, this time it was okay but the burger tasted like crap when she tried it and she'd forgotten to put the cheese on. The counter was a mess; she'd taken out everything possible from the drawers just to make the burger. After high school, cooking lessons.
Peyton laughed as she surveyed the mess in the kitchen, "Poor Brooke. You, stay out of the kitchen. Go and sleep for a bit while I make the cheeseburger okay?"
Brooke nodded and stood up. She quickly hugged her best friend, "You're a goddess."
Peyton smiled and walked into the kitchen, "I know." First task, clean the mess, then start the burger. 'Here goes nothing,' she thought as Brooke headed into the bedroom.
"Did you actually sleep?" Lucas asked softly as Brooke sat down on his bed a couple hours later.
She nodded, "I got an hour or so in. I did everything you asked."
"Where's my cheeseburger?" Lucas asked with a smile.
Brooke placed a brown paper bag on his lap and leaned down to kiss his forehead, "I tried to do it myself but it was a little disastrous. Peyton helped me out."
"As long as it's better than this hospital food, I'm okay," Lucas said as he moved his hands towards the bag.
Brooke instantly started to help him. She set up his food in front of him and got up off the bed, "I brought you something to make you feel a little better." She dug through her pocketbook, pulled out her old CD player and placed a CD into it.
"Brooke, I don't want to listen to any of that rap stuff you listen to," Lucas said as he bit into his burger.
"So little faith," Brooke said gently as she pressed play on the CD player and put the volume on low, putting the headphones in his ears.
"Since when did you listen to rock?" Lucas asked as a song started. He knew what it was, but he just couldn't pick out the band, the beginning music was like a lot of other bands he listened to.
"So little faith," Brooke repeated as she changed the song, "This is my favorite. Back when we first started dating, in sophomore year I began listening to some of Peyton's music, I wanted to be closer to you. I liked a lot of it so I started paying attention to rock music. This band's old, one of my favorites. This song is mine for you." She pressed play again.
"It's hard for me to say the things I want to say sometimes. There's no one here but you and me and that broken old street light. Lock the doors; we'll leave the world outside. All I've got to give to you is these five words a night. Thank you for loving me, for being my eyes when I couldn't see. For parting my lips when I couldn't breathe, thank you, for loving me. Thank you for loving me. I never knew I had a dream until that dream was you. When I look into your eyes the skies a different blue, cross my heart I wear no disguise. If I tried, you'd make believe that you believed my lies."
Lucas had heard enough, he pulled the headphones out of his ears and looked up at Brooke who was standing over him, watching him as he listened to the song, "You Bon Jovi'd me!"
Brooke gave him an innocent smile, "I really think of you during that song. The first time I heard it, you were on my mind."
Lucas reached his hand out to touch hers. She took his hand and moved towards him as he pulled her closer. She sat back down beside him and smiled.
He moved his hand from hers and placed it on her hip, "Thank you, for loving me."
A smile crossed her face as she leaned down and placed her lips over his for a second before pulling away, "You've got ketchup on your lips." Her right hand left the bed and moved towards his face, her thumb touched the corner of his mouth and ran along his bottom lip, wiping off the bit of ketchup. She wiped her thumb on his napkin and kissed his nose, "How are you feeling?"
Lucas shrugged a bit, "The doctor just gave me some more meds. My mom decided on the surgery to help fix my heart so I'll be in here for a while."
"Is it dangerous?"
"The chances are good. Without the surgery I can't play basketball anymore. If I get the surgery there's a 70 chance I'll be able to play again."
"And the other 30?"
"No more basketball."
Brooke sighed, "The odds are in your favor."
Lucas nodded, "That's why my mom decided to go with it. She knows how much basketball means to me."
"Yeah. When's the surgery?"
"They'll prep me for it the week after next, take me in on Saturday and I'll be out of surgery that night."
"I'll be waiting."
"I wouldn't doubt it."
It was the Thursday before the surgery; Lucas would be going in, in 2 days. Brooke was sick. Haley wouldn't let her go near Luke in fear of getting him sick. She insisted it was just a stomach virus and he wouldn't catch it. She just wanted to see him before he went into surgery.
"Go to the doctor Brooke," Haley insisted as they drove home from school that day.
"Bevan just got over it. She gave it to me. All she needed to fix it was soup and rest. I've rested and had soup. I'm fine, just let me go see him," Brooke complained.
"And how reliable do you really think Bevan is?" Haley replied with a smirk.
Brooke didn't reply; Haley did have a point.
"Let me bring you to the doctor okay? If he says you're safe to be around him then you can go. I'm just looking out for Luke here. Lucas being sick could complicate the surgery and we don't want that do we?"
Brooke shook her head, "Fine. But when I'm right I'm getting to smack you okay?"
Haley rolled her eyes, "Fine. But if I'm right, I get to pick what you have your medicine with."
Haley had to practically drag Brooke into the doctor's office when the receptionist at the doctor's office called her name.
"Have you been exposed to any sick people lately?" The doctor asked as he took Brooke's temperature, "Your temperatures just a little high. 99.2."
Haley smirked at Brooke.
"Any vomiting or diarrhea?" The doctor asked Brooke.
"I've been throwing up," Brooke replied.
"Could just be stress," he answered as he glanced between the two girls.
"I've been getting a lot of headaches too. The sound of Tutor girl over here's voice sets them off," Brooke said glaring at Haley.
"Could be a simple stomach virus, I'll draw some blood just to be sure. Run a few tests," he replied.
Brooke nodded, "Is it okay to be around people? I mean is what I've got contagious?"
The doctor shrugged, "Let me run a few tests."
He drew blood from Brooke's arm and exited the room.
"Don't look so pleased with yourself because now you can't be around him either. You've spent the past week with me," Brooke said with a smirk.
"Jerk," Haley said playfully swatting Brooke's head.
It was 20 minutes before the doctor returned with a folder. Haley had gone to the bathroom. Now when Brooke was sure she wasn't contagious she got to officially rub it in Haley's face and mess with her head.
"So… am I contagious?" Brooke asked with a smile.
The doctor shook his head no, "Nope."
"So what's wrong with me?"
The doctor handed Brooke a little package with a pill bottle inside, "Congratulations you're about 3 weeks pregnant."
Brooke dropped the little package and her mouth opened, she tried to speak but she couldn't.
"Brooke, are you alright?" Dr. Jameson asked touching Brooke's shoulder.
Brooke bent down and picked up the package, "Yeah. Fine. I'm just surprised. I mean we were careful and... Please don't tell Haley."
"Your girlfriend?"
Brooke laughed a bit, "No. She's my best friend. She's married to my boyfriend's brother. Just... don't tell her."
Dr. Jameson shook his head, "Patient doctor confidentiality."
Haley entered the room again, "She okay?"
The doctor nodded, "Yep. She's not contagious."
Brooke stuck her tongue out at Haley and stuffed the package into her pocket. Dr. Jameson slipped a small pregnancy packet into Brooke's pocketbook when Haley wasn't looking and set the two girls free.
"Take me to see him," Brooke demanded softly when they got back into the car.
Haley nodded, "You okay Brooke? You don't look very cheerful."
Brooke nodded, "I'm fine. Just bring me to see Luke."
It seemed like an hour long drive to the hospital, but in reality it was only a 4 song drive.
She walked slowly once she got inside the hospital; the bounce in her step was missing. She was confused; a little scared of Luke's reaction. She tapped lightly on his door when she finally reached his room. Haley had followed her, wondering why it took her 10 minutes to walk down the short hallway.
Brooke opened the door to Luke's room, plastered a smile on her face and stepped inside, Haley following her. Karen was in the room, talking to Lucas about something.
"What's wrong?" Lucas asked completely ignoring whatever it was that his mother was trying to say. He knew something was wrong with Brooke; her fake smile never fooled him.
"Could I talk to you?" She asked barely above a whisper. She glanced from Karen to Haley, "Alone?"
Lucas nodded, "Mom... could you let us be for a second?"
Karen stood up, "Sure sweetheart. I'll be right outside."
Karen led Haley out of the room, gave Brooke a smile and exited the room, closing the door.
"What's up?" Lucas asked Brooke.
Her smile quickly faded as a tear fell from her eye, "You know I love you right?"
Lucas nodded, "You don't have HCM too right?"
Brooke laughed a little and sat down on the bed beside Lucas, "No. But I do have news. In a way it's good, but in a much larger way it's bad."
"Brooke?"
"Yeah?"
"What is it?"
She started to cry again, "I'm pregnant."
Lucas looked shocked, "You're sure?"
Brooke nodded, "I thought it was a stomach virus. I hadn't been here to see you for a while because Haley thought I was contagious and wouldn't let me come see you. We went to the doctor and he told me. Haley doesn't know."
Luke stretched his arms out and leaned up a bit, pulling her into his arms. He scooted over in the bed and helped her lay down beside him. Brooke nuzzled her head into his neck as she cried with his arms around her. He looked worried, scared, confused, almost as if he would cry. Hooked up to machines and preparing for heart surgery, Lucas Scott was going to be a father.
"What do you think she told him?" Haley asked as Brooke and Karen looked at them through the window.
"Looks heartbreaking," Karen replied as she looked at her son and the girl who had been like a daughter to her for the past few years.
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