Author's note: New chapter and I should probably say that there has been a little further apart between the updates just because Mark gets my so angry… anyway, the title is from a song by Taylor Swift.

A big thank you to all the girls from the Spoiler-thread on FF. You know who you are. LOL

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CHAPTER 23 – A Place In This World

I don't know what I want
So don't ask me cause I'm still trying to figure it out
Don't know what's down this road
I'm just walking trying to see through the rain coming down
Even though I'm not the only one who feels the way I do

It's a clear and sunny day and Brooke and Rachel sit at the tables in the schoolyard, enjoying the spring's warm sunlight. Brooke keeps glancing over at her cell phone on bench beside her and Rachel playfully shoves her.

"You're waiting for a booty-call, slut? You've been eyeing that phone for the entire lunch break. What's up with that?"

Brooke laughs and stretches out her legs in front of her. Lucas had a doctor's appointment at 11 o'clock and actually she's just waiting for him to tell her how it went. He had promised to call her as soon as he came back home and as usual, her patience is next to non-existent.

Her boyfriend has been home now for a couple of days, after spending four days in the cardio-ward, but he's yet to come back to school, and she misses him during the daytime. If it wasn't for Karen, she would probably have stayed home with him. But as she corrects her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose she decides to tell Rachel none of this. What was wrong with having a little harmless fun?

"Actually I'm waiting for Josh to call me… You know that new guy on the football team."

She smiles innocently and picks a little piece of imaginary lint from her tight tank top. Rachel raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"The hottie in the offensive line-up? The tall dark guy with the amazing abs? Why would he be calling you?"

"He wants to get with me of course" she smirks. "And since Lucas is pretty much useless at the moment…"

"Come on Brooke! You can't date when you're four and a half months pregnant!?! Besides, you and Lucas are practically engaged for crying out loud!!"

Rachel looks completely shocked and Brooke manages to keep a straight face, while inwardly congratulating herself for her acting-skills. Her drama-class in freshman year seemed to have paid off. She quirks her eyebrow over the rim of her sunglasses and smiles even brighter.

"I'm not that much of a slut, Rach! I'm not planning on sleeping with Josh, just to make out a little…"

By now her redheaded friend's jaw practically hits the ground and Brooke bursts out in a giggling fit. But somewhere deep inside, she is actually a little annoyed. This thing with people telling her what she can and can not do because she is pregnant is starting to really get to her. Of course she would never go behind Lucas' back, but that is because she loves him. Even so, she kind of misses being able to be her old self. She misses being spontaneous and fun.

Rachel shoves her again, finally catching on that Brooke is just joking, and then she starts laughing too.

"God, Brooke! For a second there I really thought you were serious!"

Rolling her eyes, Brooke shoves Rachel back.

"Bitch pleeease… Like I would ever cheat on Lucas?! I'm not Peyton!"

They laugh at this statement and they watch as Mouth walks by with Gigi on his arm. They both wave at him and Brooke smiles about the fact that he looks happy. Gigi is a goofball at times but she seems to be good for Mouth and Brooke wants happiness for him. After all, wonderful guys like Mouth didn't really grow on trees.

"Do you think that they've done it yet?" she asks Rachel when the couple disappears around the corner of the building, and Rachel shrugs.

"I wouldn't know…"

She's a little surprised by the sullenness in Rachel's voice. It actually sounds like Rachel is a little jealous. "That's weird" she thinks, but then her phone goes off, happily playing the Beyonce-ringtone that tells her that it's Lucas.

"Hey babe" she says into the phone and sighs with relief on the inside when she hears that he sounds happy. "Did everything go alright?"

She doesn't worry about him every second anymore, at least not like she did the first couple of days after the State Championship. Once the doctor told them that he hadn't done any long-term damage to his heart, she slept a little easier at night, and when he was released to go home, she actually felt okay with leaving him alone short periods of time. But there is so much else on her mind, and the thought of him being sick just ads on to the pressure.

She listens as he re-caps the information from the doctor and while he playfully complains of his mother's way of pampering him, and then she promises him to get home as soon as possible.

"I love you…" she mumbles before she clicks the phone shut and Rachel makes a gagging sound.

"Jeez… you guys are so cheesy. Just kill me already! Or even better, why don't the two of you just run off and get married!"

Brooke shoots her a disbelieving look and gets to her feet. "You have to be joking Rachel…" she says as she picks up her tray to get back in before class starts. "First: I'm not getting married in Highschool or in Collage for that matter! Second: I would never elope. I'm having a huge wedding, HUGE! And third: Do you ever think that I would get married with this belly?"

Rachel gives her a look saying 'can you never be serious?' but Brooke shrugs it off. She doesn't need this underlying moral-speech from Rachel as well because Haley sure gives her enough of those. And walking over to the entrance, she pats the roundness at her midsection and rolls her eyes at Rachel's stupidness. Like she would ever fit this 'bump' into a designer-labeled wedding-dress…

"Come on redhead!" she shouts back. "We'll be late for Trig and I need your notes!"

I'm alone, on my own and I'm starting off
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh, but life goes on
Oh, I'm just a girl trying to find a place in this world

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At the same time, Nathan walks in through Lucas' backdoor and finds his big brother by the desk behind his laptop. He throws the backpack on the floor and walks in. The room looks so different since Brooke moved in and he smirks when seeing the pink and purple cushions placed on top of the bedspread and the piles of designer clothes Brooke seems to have left everywhere.

Lucas hasn't noticed him yet, he's busy with typing commands on the computer, and Nathan clears his throat before saying;

"Hey Luke."

Lucas jumps a little in the chair by the sound and pulls a hand through his hair.

"Hey Nate… cutting class?"

"Nah, I had a meeting with the scout from Duke. You know, to get everything settled for the fall… Haley decided she wanted to go, but I guess you've heard that."

Lucas nods but Nathan thinks that he seems a little off.

"So how are you doing man? Feeling better?"

Actually he already knows that Lucas is okay, because Brooke won't stop talking about it in school, but seeing the creases on his brother's forehead makes him wonder if there's something else on his brothers mind than the resent hospital-stay. Lucas shuts the laptop closed and sighs.

"Yeah, I'm alright… I was just researching about HCM. See, the doctor told me today that the baby might have it. It's a fifty-fifty shot as you already know…" He scratches his head and the creases deepen even more. "I guess I just didn't think about the possibility of me passing it on to my child."

And as he gets up from the chair and walks towards the kitchen, he says; "Brooke is going to flip out…"

Nathan follows him, and after Lucas has taken out a couple of sodas from the fridge they both sit down at the kitchen table. Nathan opens the can of grape-soda and looks at Lucas.

"Don't worry, bro. Brooke knows that it's genetic and she wouldn't blame you if it turns out the kid has it. Either way, you don't know yet so there's no need to get all tweaked about it before you know, right?"

"True Nate, but still… I'm just so worried about everything surrounding her and the baby. I don't get it, Brooke seems so untouched by this whole pregnancy-thing, kind of like she still isn't realizing that it's for real, and I'm starting to worry that it will all come as a shock for her when she does."

Laughing, Nathan thinks that with him and Haley it's kind of the opposite. Haley is on top of everything, knitting little sweaters, stacking up on baby-furniture and reading books about childbirth. He himself just still tries to process the thought of becoming a father. In less than four months he would have two little guys that needed him and Haley for everything, and thinking about it is scary since he hardly can take care of himself. But still he can't stop thinking that Lucas worries too much about Brooke. The little brunette whirl-wind is hell of a lot smarter than people seem to realize. Sure, Brooke might not have digested the prospect of becoming a mother fully, but Nathan is almost sure that she would be a natural once the day came. She had after all raised herself most of her life so why wouldn't she be able to raise a kid?

"She'll be good" he says smiling. "You know Brookie, that's her normal way of dealing with things… Annoyingly cheery and strong as hell. I bet she's just as nervous as you Luke. She's just better at covering it up." He takes a swig at the soda. "By the way, Haley asked me to tell you and Brooke that she has booked us into this parenting-class and if you want to come, you should tell her before Friday."

Lucas seems to think about it for a second before saying;

"Sure… but… what is a 'parenting-class' by the way?"

Both Nathan and Lucas look at each other in confusion. And after a few seconds they start to laugh and Nathan manages to cough out; "I have no fucking idea..."

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When Brooke gets home from school she finds Lucas in his room reading. She crawls over on the bed and kneels behind him, her thighs on either side of his back. She looks over his shoulder, resting her chin on it.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just trying to read up on this pregnancy-thing. I feel like there's so much that I don't know…"

She smiles and plays with the collar of his shirt, sliding her fingers under the fabric and stroking the skin of his neck. Thinking that her boyfriend is just an incorrigible bookworm.

"So are you learning anything interesting?"

"Actually yes" he says and grabs her hand, kissing her palm softly without taking his eyes from the book. "It says here that our baby is approximately 5 1/2 inches long from head to bottom, about the length of a large sweet potato, and it weighs almost 7 ounces. It's busy flexing the arms and legs, that's why you're noticing the kicking more and more… And the blood vessels are actually visible through the skin…

"Really?"

They sit quiet for a while and Lucas keeps on reading silently, but finally the curiosity gets the best of her. She hasn't been that keen on digging too deep into the technical stuff surrounding her pregnancy, not since all the changes in her body somewhat freaks her out. But seeing Lucas so absorbed in the book, she suddenly wants to know more.

"Does it say when we'll be able to find out the sex of the baby?" she asks, leaning even more over his shoulder.

"Yes, hold on... According to this…" he says and flips the books pages until he finds the right one. "…the doctor should be able to see it on the sonogram at your appointment tomorrow."

"Oh, cool…"

Her cheek is pressed against Lucas' and she can feel him smiling at her faked nonchalance.

Feeling more and more amazed she looks at the pictures of fetuses in different stages of development. And she wraps her arms tighter around Lucas' neck as he reads to her about the baby being able to hear their voices by now and about it already having formed eyelashes.

But when he turns the page, she reaches over and closes the book before climbing over to sit on his lap.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" she asks and locks her eyes with his. "Don't lie…"

He kisses her and a smile plays at the corners of his mouth. She is sure that he's going to make fun of her or try to squirm out of the question, but then he get's serious.

"I want a girl… and I want her to be just like you."

Surprised she raises an eyebrow at this. "But I thought you wanted a boy… You know so you could teach him basketball and all that…"

"Uh-uh. I can teach a girl to do that too… But I just think it would be so great to have a girl who's is as happy and energetic as you are. Dark brown hair, green eyes… little dimples…"

She laughs while making a face. "No, not the dimples Luke, I hate them! Do you know that they are actually a deformity?"

He, in turn, makes a face as if he thinks that she's crazy and she continues. "Seriously. They're like holes in the cheeks muscle-tissue or something… I swear! Everybody's like: 'Oh my god! Your dimples are so cute', but I'm actually walking around with holes in my face."

"God, the horror Brooke" he says mocking her. "Well, I love them regardless… My pretty, deformed girl."

She can't hold back and the laughter bubbles up inside her. She slaps him playfully, saying; "Hey! Kiss my ass!" and he smirks.

"Oh… believe me, I plan to."

She laughs out loud now and she lets him wrestle her down on the bed while kissing her everywhere. She knows he's still weak and that exertion is bad for him, but making out a little couldn't hurt, right? The doctor had said 'no basketball for a month' but he hadn't said anything about sex… Then again, she probably needs to save the sex-part as a bribe for later since she has decided that tonight is the night she's going to bring out the scissors.

Her fingers find their way up to his hair and grabbing it to pull him down for a deep kiss she whispers with a husky voice;

"This, gorgeous, this is being cut off tonight…"

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It's a little after nine and Lucas stuffs the dinner-plates into the dishwasher and dries off his hands on the kitchen-towel before walking into his bedroom. His mom is at some kind of pregnancy-yoga class that Brooke had booked her into and the house is calmingly quiet. Brooke is in the shower and for a second he thinks about joining her, but however tempting it is, he has lots of homework that he has to finish. Brooke brought back assignments every day and even though he has all the time to do his homework, he hasn't gotten his mind around it. During the days he has his plate full with thinking about present and future and going to his cardio-appointments. During the evenings and nights he doesn't want to do anything else then being with Brooke.

So now he sits down on the chair by his desk and picks up his calculus-book. Flipping through the pages he thinks about what Nathan had said earlier. About Brooke being stronger than he thinks… Nathan was right of course, but his brother hadn't been around Brooke the first days after his collapse. Nathan hadn't seen the pale and stressed-out Brooke hovering over his hospital-bed with her otherwise smiling lips pressed together in a tight line. But Lucas had, and he knows that Brooke must be covering up all her feelings of stress just because she doesn't want him worried. She seems cheery and confident when she gets home from school in the afternoons, but Haley called him the other day and told him that Brooke behaved totally different in school. There she was apparently cranky, tired and spaced out. And obviously not at all interested in talking about her pregnancy.

Today, when she came home from school and found him with the book; that had been the first time that Brooke had initiated a conversation about their baby. And even thoug she had seemed happy to look into the book with him, she had resorted to making out with him before the conversation became too serious and made him forget about all the things he wanted to talk about. The HCM, the collage acceptance letters in his desk-drawer, the total absence of acceptance-letters addressed to Brooke…

He starts solving the calculus-problems and when Brooke comes out of the shower, with her wet hair tied up in a bun on top of her head, he again realizes why he always seems to forget everything bad when she is around him.

"God, you're beautiful Brooke…"

She smiles, and coming around behind his back, she slides her hand through his hair.

"I know you think that this 'longer' hair is making you look a little more dangerous, but let me tell you Luke, you're soo wrong" she says playfully, stressing the word 'so'. "You look like one of the members from The Beatles…"

Her hand glides down his neck and stop at his shoulder before she lithely lets one leg slide over his lap so that she's straddling him, and she cups his face between her palms. He shivers by her touch.

"…And let me tell you" she continues, "the other day when you were wearing that weird army-green jacket, you kind of reminded me of Peyton. And see, that's not a good thing boyfriend, because even though she used to be my best friend and she is kind of good looking, she's really not my type… Honestly…"

He laughs. "I get it baby. You don't like my hair…"

"No I don't, but I like you."

Reaching down she grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it up over his head. Her eyes glimmer in a way that screams 'want', and he can't help but to reach for her and pull her in for a kiss. The perfect bump and slant of her lips meets his and for the thousand time he thinks that it's weird that the feeling of kissing her never lessens. Every time their lips meet and her tongue finds his, he has this almost mind-boggling experience that makes him lose his breath and his heart race.

"You just like me?" he manages to get out between the kisses. "How unfair is that, since I love you…"

It's hard to concentrate on anything with her hands stroking the now naked skin of his upper body, but she smiles into the next kiss before pulling back.

"Maybe you'll grow on me once this awful hair is gone baby…"

Her voice is husky but still full of laughter, and she stands up, leaving him to groan at the loss of her body on top of his. He reaches out for her but she neatly sidesteps him and disappears back into the bathroom.

He's not stupid, he knows what she's up to and he closes the calculus-book again. This whole little seducing-thing she has going on right now is only to make him subdued enough so that he won't argue the hair-cutting about to take place. And smiling he thinks that he wouldn't have anyway. If she likes his hair better short than so be it. It's no big deal for him, and he will do anything to make her happy. Anything.

Then she returns with a towel and a pair of scissors, giggling like an eleven year old girl. She's wearing a pair of tiny shorts that he knows she used to wear at practice, and a sweater he vaguely remembers is his own. She's barefoot and without any make-up and she is just the most gorgeous thing he has ever seen.

She drapes the towel over his shoulders and he lazily strokes his hand up one of her soft and slender thighs, feeling her shiver a bit under his touch.

"Hey mister…" she laughs. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I'm holding sharp objects here and if you keep touching me like that I might accidentally cut off your ear or something."

He closes his eyes when she combs through his hair with her fingers and then he hears the clicking sound of the scissors.

"Tell me Brooke, have you ever cut someone's hair before?"

Her voice is secure when she answers. "Sure. I used to cut Nathan's hair when he and Peyton were dating. He wouldn't let Peyton come near him with the scissors since their relationship was pretty much a mutual death-wish…"

"Oh, well that explains why he always used to look like a moron…"

"Shut up!" she laughs and he reaches his arm around the back of the chair to touch her legs again. The feel of her naked skin is almost intoxicating. And she bends down and kisses his neck before starting to cut the hair in the back.

He knows he needs to talk to her about all that's on his mind but at this exact moment, nothing seems to be important other then the feeling of her hands.

"How short are you cutting it?" he mumbles lazily.

"Really short. I'm thinking that it's the smart thing to do since I don't know when you'll let me do this again. I'm actually thinking of just shaving it off like two inches long, after I cut off the worst part…"

"And what do I get in return for being nice and letting you do this?"

Brooke stops cutting for a moment and seems to ponder the question.

"Well, I can't offer you sex since I'm planning on giving you that anyway… but I guess I could give you three free questions…"

He involuntarily raises an eyebrow. "Like three 'truth-questions'? And I can ask you anything?"

"Yup."

He thinks for a couple of seconds while she keeps on cutting. The house is quiet and the only sound that's heard is the sound of the metal clipping his hair.

"Okay, first question…" he says. "Do you worry about all of this Brooke? I mean about the baby and stuff…"

She stops cutting for a moment. "Of course I do. I just don't dwell over it, over and over like you do. I think it's easier to take the day as it comes…"

Her free hand brushes away some hair-clippings from his shoulder and he thinks that he hears an emptiness in her voice, telling him that it's more to this than she lets on. And he reaches up and squeezes her hand for a moment, hoping to transfer some reassurance.

"I know that you'll make a perfect dad Broody… that's all that is important for me right now. That and the fact that you feel better… I'm still kind of worried about you, you know…"

He want's her to develop her answer further but at the same time he doesn't want to stress it and take away the easiness in their conversation.

"Two then" he says instead as she goes to get the razor-machine. "Do you want to go to a parenting-class with Nathan and Haley?"

"A what?" she asks laughing. "Don't tell me Tudor-wife has found us yet another way of studying…"

He laughs too. "Try to be serious Brooke! Nathan told me today and I don't even know what it is. But apparently Haley want's us all to go together. I think it's supposed to teach you breathing-techniques and stuff like that."

Brooke turns on the machine and carefully runs it over his head. "I don't know about you, but I'm breathing just fine without any class… If Haley want's us to hang out, can't we just do it like an ordinary double-date? Go to a movie or something? Why does everything she does nowadays have to be baby-related?"

She actually sound a little annoyed and he sighs. "But Brooke… maybe it could be good. I really don't know anything about babies…"

In the corner of his eye he sees her shrug her shoulders. "Whatever…" she mumbles. "I don't want to go, but if you do I guess I have to…"

Realizing that he's pissing her of with this he doesn't answer and she continues. "I gave you three questions. Three truth-questions that you could use for anything, and you use two of them on stuff you can ask me anytime? What's wrong with you people? Even Rachel starts to obsess about how I'm supposed to act…"

They stay silent after that for a couple of minutes while she finishes cutting his hair and he sits still, thinking that it's probably not so intelligent to keep this up when she's holding a razor-machine so close to his head.

He waits as she grabs the towel and runs it over his head a couple of times to get rid of any hair-residue. Then she comes around the chair and inspects her 'work' intently. A smile develops on her face and he takes that as a sign that she is satisfied.

"And last question then… and I need a serious answer this time" he says, hoping she has calmed down somewhat. She sits down on his lap.

"Okay, shoot…"

"Do you think I'm good in bed?"

She throws her head back in laughter before pulling him in for a deep kiss and he grips her sides to get her even closer to him, glad that the tense feeling in the room is lifted again.

When they finally come up for air, she is still giggling.

"I'd say that 'this' is a pretty good evidence of that" she says and points at her rounded belly. "I used to be the queen of protected sex before I met you… but when you touch me, I just forget everything…"

She suddenly seems a little shy and he finds the vague blushing high on her cheeks completely adorable.

"I'm serious Luke… it's been almost two years since we slept together the first time and I still shiver every time you touch my skin… I would think that answers your question."

A corny sense of proudness fills him and he smiles. Brooke bits her lower lip in that sexy way he is so used to and tilts her head to the side, allowing him to kiss her neck. And her raspy voice is like music in his ears when she leans in and whispers;

"But if you want, you can always prove to me again how good you are…"

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Feeling luck today, got the sunshine
Can you tell me what more do I need
And tomorrow's just a mystery
Oh, yeah, but that's okay

The next morning Brooke wakes up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. She turns and snuggles up to Lucas who is still sleeping.

"Good morning handsome…" she says softly and kisses his forehead.

He looks like 'her Luke' again with the hair short, and when he opens those gorgeous blue eyes and smiles, life feels better than in a long time.

Her body still remembers last night's events and for a moment she's thinking about having a re-run of that, but then the alarm-clock goes off. Lucas hurriedly turns it off and kisses her.

"Get into the shower baby" he says. "I'll go and make us some breakfast."

She does as she's told and for once she is exited at the thought of leaving the house before eight o'clock in the morning. They are going to the doctor and if Lucas was right yesterday, then today is the day that she will find out if the 'thing' inside of her is a boy or a girl.

The shower is refreshing and afterwards, when she has dried herself off and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, she heads out into the kitchen to find Karen at the table reading the paper.

"Hey Karen" she says with a cheery voice and Lucas' mother smiles.

"Someone is unusually cheery this morning… Are you exited about today's ultrasound?"

"Yeah I am… and Lucas is coming to school today so it's a great day."

Brooke pours herself a cup of coffee and sits down too. Lucas walks by, placing a plate of toast in front of her and kisses the top of her head before heading in to shower and change.

She takes a bite of the toast and makes a disgusted face. "Eww… Lucas!" she then shouts, "it's strawberry jam on this!"

She hears him shout back an apology and Karen just laughs and switches Brooke's plate with her own. "This cheese-one is probably yours."

The last week she has for some reason hated everything sweet and she looks at Karen thankfully. "Sorry…"

"It's fine Brooke. Just look after my son today. Make sure he doesn't over-do things, okay?"

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Twenty minutes later they pull up outside the doctor's office and she skips out of the car. She's feeling great. Lucas seems rested and happy and she grabs his hand.

They walk into the lobby and it's just a few minutes before they're called in by the nurse.

Dr. Johnson greets them at the door to the examining room and she smiles warmly towards him. She likes the elderly man and she's seen a lot of him lately.

"Hi Brooke, Lucas…" he says. "How are you today?"

"We're good! Lucas is all better too now and I feel great."

She answers happily for the both of them and Lucas laughs. They sit down across from the man and the usual questions are being asked. Have you had any backpains? Are you gaining weight like you're supposed to? Any nausea or craving? Itchiness or bleeding? God, she could probably answer them all when sleeping by now.

Then it's time for her blood-pressure to be measured and Dr. Johnson blabbers on about his grandchildren while checking her hormone levels and tape-measuring her belly.

And then finally he asks her to lay down on the bed and he pulls the sonogram-machine towards him. She looks up at Lucas who looks about to burst with exitement. They had decided that they wanted to know, especially since Haley and Nathan now knew they were expecting two boys. The only one who wanted her baby's sex to be a surprise was Karen and Brooke can't for the world understand why.

"So, the baby looks great Brooke. It's a little small, compared to it's conception date, but you are small as well so there is no need to worry about that. You do seem a bit pale though, so I'm having the nurse prescribe you some iron-supplements, okay?"

She nods and looks at the screen. For every appointment the blurriness in black and white looks more and more like a baby…

"Do you youngsters want to know the sex?"

The doctor winks at Brooke and she claps her hands in excitement. "Can we? I mean, can you see it?"

Lucas grabs her hand while the doctor intently watches the screen. And then Dr. Johnson smiles.

"Well, I'm 98 certain that you both will be the proud parents of a baby-girl."

A girl? "I am having a girl" Brooke thinks and looks at Lucas in bewilderment. His smile stretches from ear to ear and she feels herself smiling too. The 'thing' inside her is a daughter…

Now if she could only figure out how to become a mother, maybe they would all be okay…

Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission
But I'm ready to fly

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Author's note: So a little bit of a filler… but after the resent eppie, I don't think any of us are up for BL-drama this week… :) But I'm always up for reviews! LOL

Thank you's:

pOoLbEeRtAtToOs: I just knew that you would get the whole break-down scene and the 'I need to feel your heartbeat'-moment… :hug: We're suckers for the same BL-cuteness LOL.Your review was as great as always Rinda, and I loved every single sentence in it. Also, a huge thank you for your help with GEFL. I really appreciate it.

B.Davis: You ALWAYS get me, girl! And I knew you would love the line with the 'soap-opera'. I left a little something for you to pick up in this one as well… :lmao: Did you recognize the 'cingular' by the way? ;)

BrownEyes1980: I hope I did the haircutting scene justice… lol …For a while I was seriously thinking of letting Lucas' hair be cut by a hair-dresser named Eva, just in honor of you ;) Thank you so much for the review for last chapter. I feels great to be able to warm the heart of another true BLer.

Jeytonbrucasnaley: Thank you, hun! And I'm sorry you got your heart shattered by evil Mark. I hope that your feeling a little better after the 30 sec BL-scene this week ;). The hair is off now, good huh?

WyaRose: No danger yet as you see, just stress. But who knows what the future holds, right? I love your review's so I was glad to have you back. :)

Truelovedoesnotexist: I agree. What is Mark thinking?! He can build BL up like that and then drop it like a hot potato! Well, the hair is off now. LOL Thank you for your review.

Brucas3: Aww… great review. I'm so happy to hear that you think I'm getting better.

Crazybrunette113, Countrymusicrocks: You both make my blush with your sweet reviews.

Snowbabie: A girl… see, you got your wish. LOL

Othrox: ITA with all you said! This season is just a rollercoaster of weirdness… Hope you liked this chapter too. Thank's for making me one of your favorites ;)

Redboomcat & Treehilldreams: I'm glad you liked Brooke's little breakdown last chapter. I loved your responses.

Eemah: What did you have trouble with? Thank you for your sweet review and it's good to see that someone thinks of Nathan. LOL

Dolzegracia: No more hair now… lol… and not so much emotion in this chapter. I hope that you like it anyway.

Lexi02: Prom is coming up soon, and maybe you're right. Maybe I should steal Marks sprinkler-scene. lol

Courtneylovesjason: I'm glad you liked the NBH-scene with the keys. I was going for the letter-crazy Brooke you described. Lol Thank you.

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