Hey everyone. I know it's been a long time since I updated, but here's the new chapter. It's a bit darker than some others, but I promise the next one will be more upbeat… I'm not sure when I'll get it up because I'm about to go on holiday, but I hope it won't be too long. Anyway, here you go.

July 18th

I've been so bad and I haven't written, but things are just so messed up at the moment that I haven't even had time for Lucas, and that's pretty serious. I guess writing things down might sort some stuff out in my head though.

That evening on the beach, Peyton told me that she hasn't had a period in two months, she's been feeling sick and everything just aches. I tried to think of a reasonable explanation, as much for me as for her, but nothing came to mind apart from that she is actually pregnant. It's the worst thing that could happen right now, what with school starting soon and Nathan all stressed out. We couldn't even find out for sure on vacation because whenever we went shopping someone always managed to tag along, and if we'd said that we had to go alone at least one person would have got suspicious.

We got back home today, so we're going to go into Tree Hill tomorrow and buy one of those home pregnancy tests, then go to the health clinic if it's positive. I hope to god it's not, for Peyton's sake. She's a complete mess; she's hardly eating or sleeping, and even Lucas has noticed that something is wrong. He seems to really care, you know? Unless…

No, scrap that. He can't like her, can he? She's dating his brother, and he's dating her best friend. No, it's just that he noticed she wasn't herself, that's all.

That's all.

July 19th

We took the test – well, Peyton took the test, and it was positive.

She's going to the health clinic tomorrow.

I don't know what to do.

July 20th

God, this is all happening so fast that I'm not quite sure what's going on. But it's over now – she's not pregnant.

We went to the clinic today, well, she went to the clinic and I waited outside, and they did some tests, and they called her a few hours later. It was a really short phone call, and when she hung up she burst into tears, so I assumed the worst. We were in her bedroom, so I just let her cry, but when she finally seemed to be right out of water to shed, she just looked at me.

"It was negative," she sobbed quietly.

I wasn't quite sure how to react, to be honest. For six days we've both been convinced that she was going to have a baby, and now, all of a sudden, she wasn't. Not that I'm complaining, it's just a lot to take in, in such a short time.

Now I know I'm not sounding anything like I normally do, so I'm going to make a conscious effort to be more upbeat, more perky. More like the pre-Peyton's pregnancy scare Brooke. Like how I'm going to Lucas's tonight because his mom is visiting her parents in New York, so we have the house to ourselves… I always thought it would be fun to have sex in every room of a house, and theirs is quite small, so I think we can manage it in one night! I'll fill you in when I get a chance (meaning when I'm not about to go and have very sexy sex with Lucas Scott). Anyway, ciao! PS. Don't you think Italian guys are hot? What's 'hot' in Italian? I know that it's caliente or something in Spanish, but I'll have to get back to you on the other one!

July 21st

Oh. My. God!

So, you know way back on Independence day when I wrote about how Peyton almost got caught by Nathan's dad, and I said that never happened to me? Well, it just did. But there's a first time for everything, which is what I said to Peyton through fits of laughter when I told her today.

Ok, picture this. Lucas and I are in his bed, having a lie in because we stayed up pretty much the whole night doing the grand tour of his house (which, by the way, we completed! Except we missed out his mom's room, because that would have been kind of gross), and we stay in a bit too long. So there we are, naked, I might add, with our clothes all over the floor, in his bed when his mom walks straight in the front door and calls out, "Lucas, I'm home!"

So I try and wake Lucas up, but he just nudges me off and goes back to sleep. I try the whole Peyton thing and hide under the cover, temporarily forgetting that my clothes are all over the place, including my bra and thong, which are hung up on the end of Broody's bed.

So Karen knocks and walks in, and starts to say something to Lucas, but stops when she sees the state of the room.

"Lucas?" she says.

He grumbles and pulls the covers up over his head, then sees me and his eyes go wide.

"Lucas," his mom continues, "please tell me Haley's water cut out and she had to come take a shower here, and she just happened to leave her clothes in your room."

Lucas says nothing.

"I guess if her water's out we can wash these for her. And this underwear…" she trails off, and I try so hard to stop myself from speaking, but I just can't.

"Um, Ms Roe?" I peek out from under the cover, landing myself right in it. "The thong's hand wash only."

July 25th

So, after the 'thong' incident, Lucas and I decided to play it safe and stay round my house. It's better because my parents are hardly in and even when they are they don't really mind what I do. Well, actually they probably just don't notice what I do. I reckon I could have a full party, complete with dancing, drinking, and probably even an orgy in my room, and they wouldn't bat an eyelid. Not that I mind, because it gives me and Broody the perfect chance to make up for all that lost time we had when everything happened at the end of the vacation.

All I can say is that I'm glad it's all over. Now we can all get back to what summer's really about – having fun. Or at least I hope we can.