Peyton wandered down her stairs the next day, aiming for the kitchen, she was very confused. She had awoken around midday, which wasn't abnormal for her, but was particularly understandable given all she'd been through recently. What confused her however, was that when she had woken up without Lucas next to her and she could smell broccoli cooking. She smiled broadly as soon as walked into the kitchen. Lucas was in his boxers, and had just pulled their leftover pizza out of the oven. He'd added broccoli to the top of it.
"I'm so glad you're my dork," Peyton said as she wrapped her arms around his toned torso from behind, and kissed his shoulder blade. He chuckled lightly.
"You told me last night your dad would put all kinds on pizza after your mom died cos he couldn't cook, so I thought I'd make you some to keep you going until he gets here," Lucas turned in her arms, leaving the pizza to cool on top of the cooker, "Absolutely adorable yes," Peyton laughed, "Dorky? No." Lucas pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"It's both," Peyton informed him, "But I love you for it," she smiled up at him.
"Mmmm I l love hearing you say you love me," Lucas pressed a deep, lingering kiss to her lips, "Go sit down and I'll bring this over." Peyton did as she was told and Lucas soon joined her. They only had about 3 slices of pizza each, but it was enough for lunch time. Lucas finished before Peyton, and felt that the jovialness they'd been sharing could handle what he really wanted to talk about.

"Can we talk about it?" he asked tentatively, Peyton avoided his eyes knowing exactly what he meant.
"Uh huh," she nodded quietly, "But not yet," her green eyes poured into his blue ones, begging him to understand.
"Ok, just let me know when," Lucas smiled at her reassuringly before tidying up their plates.

Though Lucas and Peyton had decided not to go to school that day, Brooke had braved it with Rachel by her side. Her baby bump had begun to show slightly, but as she had spent most of the pregnancy in denial, she had no pregnancy clothes yet. It wasn't too much of an issue just yet, everything still fit, but it was all a lot tighter than it had been, even for Brooke. People were starting to talk, and stares were fired at her constantly. She was stood at her locker when Rachel crept up behind her and surprised her, Brooke could only force a smile.
"What's up with you moody?" Rachel enquired.
"Everyone's looking at me, I think I'm just gonna leave," Brooke answered glumly.
"They're just jealous," Rachel stated, scanning the hallway and aggressively eyeballing everyone who was staring at Brooke.
"What? Of 16-year-old pregnant cheerleader? Yeah, everyone's always jealous of the cliché," Brooke closed her locker, leaving her books inside, she had clearly made up her mind about going home.
"No. Because you're Brooke Davis, and their lives are so sad they care about that," Rachel informed the upset girl, causing her to smile and murmur 'whatever'. "If you're cutting I'm cutting with you."
"You should stay, learn something," Brooke shook her head.
"Whatever, let's go get you fat clothes" Rachel sent her flaming red locks flying as she turned to stand by Brooke's side, she looped her arm through the brunette's and led her out of the school.

The shopping trip was actually exactly what Brooke needed. It didn't necessarily surprise her that shopping made her feel better, it always had, but it always had with Peyton, and with Rachel everything was different. Brooke was definitely missing her blonde best friend. Yes, they were back on track, but it most definitely was not like before, and Brooke had an inkling it never would be again. The change wasn't a particularly terrible one, there was no animosity left, and it wasn't like she had no one else, but it was certainly a change that she was going to have to get used to. Much like being pregnant. That was probably what it was Brooke had decided, her pregnancy was causing her emotions to go into overdrive, and it was weird not having Peyton around during this big change in her life. Ever since Peyton's mom had died the two of them had handled any and all changes together, just the two of them. Now, they were still there for each other, but it wasn't just them, it was plus Rachel and Lucas, and baby.

"So…what do you think?" Rachel husked as she stepped out of the en suite and into Brooke's bedroom, the sight of her snapped Brooke out of reverie immediately. The red head was dressed in some of what she had bought that day, a leopard print and black lace bra, a matching thong, and black suspenders attached to suspender belt. She looked incredible.
"You look…" Brooke was very evidently speechless.
"Hot as hell, right?" Rachel finished for her. Brooke could only nod in return, her eyes roaming Rachel's slim, toned body hungrily. "Now, you go show me something from today!" Rachel bounced over to the bed and lay down on her stomach next to Brooke, her firm bum cheeks staying raised through the thong. Brooke wanted to slap them so hard.

"Rach….I can't follow you in my 'fat clothes'," Brooke shook her head, not able to take her eyes of the red head's form.
"No of course you can't," Rachel returned with a knowing grin, her hand began to run up Brooke's thigh, before stopping at her crotch and rubbing meaningfully over her jeans, "But…if you go put something on, I promise to make it worth it when I take it off." It was an offer Brooke could not refuse.

Nathan and Haley's first day as a married high school couple hadn't been the easiest. There had been the whispers and stares, much like Brooke had received, and that was just from their supposed friends. However, they had got through it together, and as they cooked dinner together, and settled down to watch 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon', a compromise Nathan told Haley as it was an action film with subtitles, they both had an intense feeling it was going to be ok. There was no way it was going to be easy, and they could barely stomach the thought of where they'd be in ten years, but that was ten years away Nathan and Haley's problem. Right now, they were happy, in love, secure, and they were going to make the best go of it that they possibly could.