Archways and Endings

A/N: It's so crazy how supportive you guys are. I LOVE YOU! (and I don't just say that to anyone) lol. If you were wondering I'd love birthday shout outs. So send them my way on the 14th or earlier or a few days late. They are nice on any day, any shape or size. And I have some news for you guys! I'm about to be a sophomore, YAY! :) I'm so glad freshman year is practically over; I wish someone had told me how hard high school was going to be. lol. But now its summer and I've committed myself to finishing. So remember to press that little review button at the end, because if you don't I'll be really sad.

For the case that everyone will get a little confused this is senior year, which means that everything that happened seasons 1-4 has been turned upside down and onto its head at least for BLP and a little bit for Naley.

Chapter dedicated to:bendecida82 Thanks for reading this, and giving 3 really compliantly reviews. (One for each chapter) Each one made me smile, a LOT. You are too sweet :) and in case anyone hasn't said anything in awhile I'm really looking forward to the sequel of Anything for Broody. (Just a friendly little nudge lol)

-Kelsey

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Four: Trying Not To Loose My Head

October 22, 2001

Tree Hill, North Carolina

Brooke

"I'm pregnant."The three syllables sound so wrong transferring from my head into my mouth and out into the open air. Good thing the only one around is Peyton or I'd probably die. I'm having Lucas Scott's baby and we are on the verge of a breakup. We fight constantly and it's come to the point that I know his heart is screaming "out". I hold the test in my hands, it bears two blue lines, a positive, and my head is spinning, I feel like I've been riding the Mary-go-round for hours, and all I want to do is vomit.

"B," Peyton whispers. I have my back to her, we stand in her red bedroom, on opposite sides of the room, but it feels like an ocean, everything feels so far away.

"I'm pregnant," I repeat. "I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant."

"Oh," She whispers. We are both so lost for words in this moment.

"Maybe its wrong," she suggests but we both know it's not. After all the scares I've had, this I know for certain. The questions are coming out of both of our ears but nothing leaves our mouths. Peyton walks over to my side and hugs me tightly. The wave hits me and I began to sob.

"How are you going to tell him?" Peyton's head sits on my shoulder and I began to grip her tighter.

"I don't know, I really don't."

"We'll figure it out," She whispers.

"You promise."

"You bet B. Davis." And I hold on to her tighter, she's the piece holding me together, and I couldn't bare letting her go, or I'd shatter into a billion little pieces onto the bedroom floor.

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Basketball- it's more than just flinging a ball into a hoop. In Tree Hill it's everything. All across the country there are college towns, football towns, and then basketball towns. Here it's the latter. It's all about winning and going to championships, then everyone likes to celebrate, Especially Lucas. We're in the backseat of Keith's old mustang and he's kissing all up and down up neck and my collarbone. I expect this and normally this wouldn't be a problem. But not today, any other day other than today.

"Lucas," I sigh pulling away from him.

"Pretty girl what's wrong?" His blue eyes lock mine and I feel trapped, this is the affect he has on me.

"I don't feel like it,"

"You don't feel like it, you never don't feel like it." He scoffs. I look away visibly hurt. That's not all I'm good for, for god's sake; I'm more than just a fuck buddy.

"Brooke," Lucas says cupping my face, making me look at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

"How did you mean it, Lucas?"

"I don't know," I guess it clicks that he's been being a jock asshole like everyone else I've ever dated. That's one of the reasons I like Lucas so much, love him so much, is because he's different, or at least he use to be.

I push his weight off of me and climb over the center console and into the passenger seat. "You can take me home now," I whisper on the verge of tears.

"Brooke, can we talk about this?" He throws his back onto the cushioning of the back seat, frustrated.

"Why Luke? Since you made it very clear that all I'm good for is a good fucking why don't you just take me home?"

"You know that's not true," he pleads. "You know I love you."

"Don't start with 'I'm the guy for you, Brooke Davis' shit. I cannot handle that right now." It's true. I cannot fathom how I'm suppose to handle this pregnancy, this baby. What the hell do I know about being a mother? The answer, absolutely nothing. And Lucas, I'm beginning to question everything with him too.

"Brooke," he exhales and folds his hands together, his fingers interlocking, like he's about to blow out with a prayer. "Please tell me what the hell your problem is? I'm sorry I said what I said, but god you are blowing this so out of proportions."

I shake my head, "Please just take me home." My voice cracks with every other word.

He climbs back over the console and into the driver's seat and looks over at me and smiles a sad smile. "Okay, whatever you want."

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I texted Peyton when I was in the car, so by the time I get home, she's already there, waiting for me.

"P. Sawyer," I cry out as I enter my bedroom. Peyton sits on my bed doing something on her cell phone.

"Honey, what the hell happened?" She drops her cell phone on the bed and looks up at me.

I exhale and feel hot salty tears forming at the corners of my amber eyes. This is my senior year in high school, my thoughts should be focused on prom and crossing my fingers that I get into a really good college. I shouldn't be having a baby, this baby deserves so much more than what I could ever give it.

"We had a fight, Peyton. Like always, all we do is fight."

"I take it you didn't tell him," she asks quietly, like she's afraid of my answer.

"No,"

"Okay, listen to me," Peyton twists her hair into a ponytail and pats on the side of bed, motioning for me to sit beside her.

"Somehow," she dictates as I sit down. "it's going to work out, You Brooke Davis are going to have baby. A beautiful, beautiful baby." She smiles a half smile, and I notice her eyes are beginning to brim with tears.

"And you'll tell Lucas, and knowing Lucas he'll offer you the world, he'll ask you to marry him, isn't that what you want?" I reach over and hold her hand, I love Lucas of course I want to marry him, but not just because of the baby, I love him, I want to be a Scott.

I nod. "Then it might be hard, but you'll have a happily ever after or at least something close. You'll have a family Brooke. Everyone wants a family." I realize that she's been having a hard time since she just found out she was adopted, Anna didn't give birth to her, and her birth mother lived in Atlanta somewhere. Her heart was hurting and Jake and Jenny leaving didn't help.

"Peyton,"

"Yeah?" She asks sniffling.

"What do you want? What's your dream?" When we were little we both got it into our heads that we were going to be Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders, but I think that had to have been a little more of my dream then hers, she just went a long with it, because she's generous, loving, Peyton.

"What?" She asks surprised I'd asked.

"What's your dream?" She smiles though her tears.

"I don't know," she says trying to blow the subject away.

"Come on' P, tell me."

"I love to draw," I nod.

"So you want to be an artist?"

"No," She shakes her head. "Your going to think it's silly."

"Tell me!" I say shifting, the bed creaks with my movement.

"Well I want to open a publishing house/ record label. There will be an art gallery, live music and poetry readings. That place," she says closing her eyes, biting her lip. "That place is my dream,"

I grin. "That Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer sounds perfect."

"You think?"

"Tree Hill could use a place like that," I squeeze my best friend of over ten's year hand and smile.

"Thanks, B."

"No Peyton, I don't know what I'd do without you,"

"It's my job," She says and places a kiss on my cheek.

"P. God, you don't know how much you being here means,"

"You don't have to thank me, we're in this together."

I know for the first time in a long time that someone is going to be there for me, and all though I love Lucas, and I hope we're together forever, I know that If I loose him, Peyton will catch me, she'll save me, just like I've done for her. We always save each other.

-TBC-

So what'cha think? I just want everyone to remember that this Brooke is very different than the older and wiser Brooke we've read in the past 3 chapters. And she hasn't gone through a lot of things that Brooke on the show has either. She's seventeen, pregnant, and her relationship with Lucas is less than perfect. I told you I was going to jump around a lot, so will see where this 'flashback' gets us story wise. You did see a lot of BP friendship fluff, and I think it's good to see that Peyton is there for Brooke, but when and where did it all go wrong for Peyton to be "a sore subject" in the lives of Brooke and Lucas? And where did she go? Did she die? That's for me to know and for you to find out. Remember to review :)