Archways and Endings

A/N: Thank you. As if I could ever say thank you enough times. You all are too good to me and I love you so much for your support of this story. It means so much to me.

I'm so sorry I haven't been updating much lately. I suck. I've been stuck in a rut or something like it I guess. I think I've kind of got a little lost for a while but I'm fighting back and I'm fighting hard. I finally got the inspiration to write again.(Though it wasn't very strong but I fought through) Something I haven't felt like doing in forever. And this is what I love. This is what I enjoy. Anyway I'm going to try to be a much better updater. Thank you all for sticking with this story. I promise you won't be disappointed. The update system is still in place. 20 Reviews in one day, you get the new chapter the next day. If I get 17-19 reviews in one day, you get the new chapter two days after this one. If I get less than 17 I post the new chapter in a week (5-7 Days) And I promise to uphold the update system unless there is no way humanely possible I can update.

Chapter Dedicated to: Dolcegrazia- Who's been here since chapter one. Thanks sweetheart. You are amazing.

Charlotte: Thanks for not yelling. :)

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EleniLeonora: Who told me I was the inspiration for her story "Maggie in Wonderland" You are a sweetheart and I thank you sincerely.

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On with the chapter:)

-Kelsey

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Seven: Two Ghosts in One Mirror

October 31, 2001

Tree Hill, North Carolina

Brooke

I feel everything. Every heartbeat, movement, breath. I feel it. And it hurts, god it hurts. Because there's this life that depends on me and I don't even know what to make of it. I'm just a kid having a kid. And that's the reality I've come to face.

I still haven't told Lucas. And I want to but it's hard. How do you tell the boy you love that he's going to be a father at eighteen and might have to give up all his dreams? How do I crush someone who gave me so much? The answer, I have no fucking idea. And everyday I struggle with it. All I want to do pack my bags and hide in California with my parents. I'd much rather tell Bitchtoria and Daddy Dearest than Lucas because I can handle their disappointment but Lucas. I have never been able to handle any ill feelings he has ever had for me and that will never change. He means everything to me.

I look into the mirror and see the girl I've always seen. But for some reason as I paint a R on my left cheek I notice my eyes for the first time in a long time. There are endless depths of sadness and the hue of earth depresses me. I hate the depression that plagues my body. I hate this day, this so called holiday. I hate how far away I've become away from the girl I use to be. I almost hate myself.

"Brooke?" I turn around, the chair of the vanity spinning to see Peyton standing in my doorway. She's smiling, her hair half-up, with a R painted on her right cheek

"Hey P," I turn back around and finish applying my make-up.

"What's wrong, Debbie Downer?" She says. And I see her reflection walking towards me, her smile fading and turning in to concern.

"I'm pregnant. Remember?"

She frowns and kneels down beside me so we are on the same level.

"Yes," She says stroking my back. "How could I forget?"

I feel emotion rise in my chest. "What are we going to do P .Sawyer?" Our eyes meet as I try to hold back the tears.

"I don't know," I exhale and turn back to look at myself in the mirror. Oh how the mighty fall.

"C'mon Brooke, you don't want to mess up your make-up."

I turn around and look at her my eyes burning with anger. "You don't get it! I'm having a BABY! A BABY for god's sakes!"

She stands up and looks at me. "What do you want me to say Brooke? Do you want me to be all, 'Brooke, let me take you to Planned Parenthood to get this taken care of.'"

"NO!" I scream.

"What then Brooke? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?"

"Yeah," I spit out. "Your life's not fucking over!"

She shakes her head and looks at me, tears streaming down her face, mascara and face paint running. "Your life's not over Brooke Davis, it's just not going exactly as you planned. And you know what? Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe you'll learn that it's not all about you. Because it's not. You think this is so bad. You're getting everything you ever wanted, Brooke. You get Lucas, forever."

I cross my arms and began to cry.

"And your coward ass is to afraid to tell him that your even pregnant. I guess your going to be one of those teen mothers who give birth at prom."

I scoff. "I'm going to tell him,"

"When?" And I choke on the words I can't find.

Peyton wipes her eyes and exits. "I'll see you at school."

And then she's gone.

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School. It should be illegal on a day like today. There's a basketball game tonight and a Halloween party I must attend after the game and then the fight with Peyton. I walk down the familiar hallways and I've never been so exhausted. My mind, my body, my soul is reeking with fatigue.

"Brooke!"

Haley, beautiful, beautiful Haley is who I see when I look behind me. She runs up and we walk side by side.

"Hey tutor girl."

I watched as her brown eyes look me over with concern. "Tigger, what wrong?"

"Nothing," I shrug. "Everything's perfect."

"You and Luke aren't fighting right?"

"Umm not really." She eyes me suspiciously.

"We had a big fight a while back, its fine now!"

"You sure?"

I grab her hand and squeeze it reassuringly. "Yeah tutor girl, I'm positive."

We reach my locker and she smiles at me. "I've got to get to my locker and run some stuff to Mrs. Langston. See you at Lunch?"

I nod and began to spin the dial of my locker. She turns and walks through the packed hallway. The sound of my peers has never felt so loud.

I open in my locker and began to gather my materials. Palms cover my eyes and inhale a familiar cloud of cologne. Lucas.

"What are you doing?" I breathe out.

"Trying to scare you," And he uncovers my eyes and spins me around to face him.

"Mmmhh. You're awful at it." He tips his head and leans in to kiss me. I press my lips to his and can't help but smile into our kiss.

"Happy Halloween, pretty girl."

"Thanks."

The tardy bell rings and he presses a quick kiss to my lips.

"Can't wait to see your costume," He says and kinks his brow at me and heads to class.

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The Ravens are victorious over the Ashville County Sparks. Like that's any surprise.

The party is pulsing with people and loud music. And everyone is in the mood to celebrate.

I'm stand in the corner with a red plastic cup in my hand filled with beer. Classic. I don't drink it, but I hold it anyway and every so often hold it up to my lips. Brooke Davis doesn't usually stand in the corner. But I'm not in a partying mood.

I see Peyton in the corner of my eye, laughing with a tall brunette and downing beers. She catches my eye walks over to me.

"Hey," She says as she gets closer.

"I'm sorry," I choke and feel like sobbing.

She grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. "No, I'm sorry."

I grab her shoulders and pull her into a hug.

"You know you've got to tell him," She whispers into my hair.

I nod into her shoulder. "I know,"

We pull apart and I push my bangs out of my face.

"So, who were you talking too over there?"

She hiccups and then laughs. We are so emotional.

"His names Tyler,"

"He's Hot!"

"Brooke!" She whines.

"C'mon P. Sawyer. You need a man!"

"Nobody needs a man."

"Maybe," And I realize she's probably right.

"Where's Luke?"

I shrug. "Talking with the guys I guess."

"Well B. Davis you better go find him. Dance a little. Try to have a little bit of a good time until…"

"Until I get fat and my ankles swell."

She nods. "Yeah and also turn into a bitch."

We share a look.

"Wait, that already happened."

We laugh and she snatches the cup from my hand and downs the beer.

"Have fun with Tyler."

She kinks her eyebrows at me. "Oh I will."

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I finally find Lucas after searching for what feels like forever. He's just drinking a beer and talking with Nathan and Haley.

"Hey Cheery!"

"Hey Broody, Tutor girl, Nate." I smile, one of the fakest smiles I've ever faked.

"I was looking for you, you want to dance?" He asks. The music continues to pulse loudly and my head began to pound. How do I normally handle this? I'm thinking it's the booze. And I think that I miss it.

I smile. "Yes boyfriend. I'd love too." And I he takes my hand and leads me to where everyone else is dancing.

We dance and our bodies are thrusting against each other. Lucas is getting horny, just the way he's touching me and his eyes are watching my body, I know. He wants to have sex.

His hands are roaming all over me and I feel like I want to be sick. He ends up leading me out of the party and in to his mustang. I really don't feel like fighting this fight.

We get into the car and I feel his finger tips on the waist of my jeans. "I wonder what you are wearing tonight." He whispers in my ear.

I want to scream, so I do. "STOP!"

He quickly takes his hands off of me and holds them up in the air.

"Brooke, what did I do? Are you okay?"

I shake my head and feel tears began to fall down my face.

"No, Luke. I'm not."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't do anything. Well not really…"

"Brooke," he says softly and wipes the tears from my cheeks.

I look into his eyes and see confusion and I know that is now or never.

"I love you so much." I tell him.

"I love you too."

"Luke,"

"Yes?" he says and pushes a stand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm pregnant."

-TBC-

A/N: This is longer than all the chapters of this story so far. I figured I owed you. Luke was being a little piggish huh? I thought that the BP scene at the beginning of this chapter was so important but I'm glad they made up. This chapter turned out so differently than I originally thought. But this is how it came out and this is how it'll stay. If you can't tell Brooke is kind of depressed. I think that's partly my fault, because when you're writing in a 1st person POV sometimes your own personal feelings jump out. But I really think Brooke would feel that way anyway. Did you think that Peyton was being honest or a bitch? Did you wish Lucas would just get over being all horny constantly? Why doesn't Haley know what's going on? I know you guys have opinions and questions. So come on, please share. :)