A/N - I know I'm the last person to be starting a new story, but this idea came to me and I just needed to write it. This, I guess, is semi-AU. Not really, though. I don't know. Lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. And incase it's not obvious, when it says 2010, that's a flashback. 2015 is the current time the story is taking place in. I just didn't feel like the usual italics for flashbacks this time around.

Please enjoy and review, thanks!


What's True

Chapter 1 -


The house was roaring and it was full excitement. Brooke never felt more out of place in her life. Kegs of beer were possibly in every corner and some drunk people outside were getting high off of a good smoke.

It wasn't that she wasn't a big party-goer. In fact, she loved attending them, even throwing them sometimes. And it definitely wasn't that she wasn't a big drinker, either. Half of her highschool years she spent getting drunk at parties.

Her eyes scanned the party scene until they stopped on a blonde boy, a cup of beer in his hand.

"Luke!" She called out, her voice trying to top the party's loud noise.

"Heyyy." The boy slurred; it was obvious from his speech and his staggering walk that he wasn't sober. "Brooke, it's you."

"Woah, Lucas, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Of course." He answered, stumbling over his own feet in the process. "Okay, maybe not."

"Yeah, maybe you should take a seat." She took his hand and guided him into a more quiet place in the house, then seated him on the couch.

"Thanks...for that. What are you doing here? I thought you were taking the night off from partying, studying a bit."

"Lucas." Her raspy voice cracked. She couldn't believe what she was about to tell him. And she couldn't believe that she was about to tell him here. At a party. While he was drunk. "I have something to tell you. It's something serious."

"Are you okay?"

"Um, I don't know, in all seriousness..."

"What is it?" He asked, bringing the red cup of alcohol back up to his lips.

"Maybe you should put that down." She took the cup and placed it on the table beside her. "Do you remember that night, two months ago...We got really, really wasted and..."


"No, let me finish. It was right after that party at Peyton's. And we were so out of it, and then we...we slept together." Her eyes weren't focused on Lucas. Instead they were focused on the crowd of people up ahead, enjoying a good party. She couldn't believe that by saying her next words, she would never be able to be one of those people again. Ever.

"Brooke...You're not...you know, are you?"

"Lucas." And for the first time since they sat down, she made eye contact with him. Her eyes were watery and glossy and she just wanted this all to be a dream. "I'm pregnant."

And suddenly, with those two words, Lucas was sober again.


"Mommy, when's daddy getting here?"

"Not sure, babe."

"Well." The tiny girl stood up, pushing her pile of Barbie dolls to the side. "Can you call him?"

"No, he'll be here soon, sweetheart. Just be patient."

"But, mommy." She whined.

"Rylie, please. Mommy's trying to get some work done." Brooke Davis said taking her eyes off the sketch she was currently working on.

"What work, mommy?"

"Well, one of my clients needs a gown done in three weeks and if little girls named Rylie don't stop bothering me, I could possibly lose my job." Brooke smiled at her five-year-old daughter, hoping she'd take the hint.

"Oh. I see." Rylie nodded in understanding. "Can I see it?"

"Sure. Come here." Brooke picked her daughter up and placed her on her lap. "That's what it's going to look like in a couple weeks if I stop getting interrupted, missy."

"It's pretty."

"You think?"

"Mhmmm. Can you make me one, mommy?"

"We'll see, Ry. Now why don't you let mommy get back to work? Go play with your new dolls Peyton got for you. Daddy should be here soon."

"Fine." The girl sighed, sliding off of her mother's lap. As Brooke got back to sketching, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Rylie said in a high voice as she sprang up to her feet.

"No, I'll get it. You know I don't like you opening the door by yourself."

"But it's just daddy."

"You don't know that." Brooke replied, opening the door, only to reveal Lucas.

"Told you it was daddy." Rylie stuck her tongue out at Brooke, running forward towards her father. "Daddy!"

"Hey, princess." Lucas lifted his daughter up and rested her on his hip. "How are you doing?"

"Great!" The girl replied energetically. "I was waiting for you to come. I was starting to think you were forgetting about me."

"Forget about my Rylie? Never."

"Well that's good to know." Brooke finally spoke up and the area around the three got much colder.

"Hey, Brooke."

"Luke." She nodded in acknowledgment.

"So, daddy, what are we going to do today?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do today?"

"Hmmm. Can we go to the park?"

"Why don't you ask mommy to make sure that's okay?"

"Can we mommy? Please?"

Brooke sighed. She knew she was never going to win this one. Her daughter pouted and flashed her puppy dog eyes. Those eyes Brooke could never resist. She had her father's striking blue eyes. "I guess it wouldn't be a problem. I mean, I do have some work to get done. As long as you're not out too late."


"Alright, Rylie, go get your jacket on." Lucas said, placing his daughter back on the ground.

Rylie ran off and there was a long, awkward silence. "So, how's everything going?"

"Okay, I guess."

"How's Chase?"

"We're, um, we're not seeing each other anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thanks. But I know you're not." She gave him a small smile. "But that's alright. So how's Lindsey." The name felt so wrong on her mouth. Lindsey Strauss.

"Good, good. She's doing great. And the wedding plans are moving along great, too."

"Oh, that's really good. I'm happy for you, Luke."

"Thanks. But I know you're not." He mimicked her from before, flashing her a small half smile.

"Okay, I'm all ready! Mommy, can you come with us?" Rylie asked, walking towards her parents.

"Oh, no, sweetie, I have tons of work to get done. And you should spend some time alone with your daddy."

"But I want to spend time with you, too." And there were those eyes again.

"Come on, Brooke. We won't be out for too long anyway."

"Well...fine. Let me go grab my coat."


The calm wind blew through her hair and to him, she looked so beautiful. But of course he couldn't, and would never, tell her that.

From the bench in the park, the two observed their daughter who was feet away by the swing set.

"I really am sorry to hear about you and Chase."

"Please, it's okay. And besides, nobody wants to date some twenty-six year old single mother anyway."

"Mommy, daddy, look!" Rylie called from the swing set.

"Be careful, Ry!"

"You'll find someone, Brooke. And truth be told, Chase didn't treat you that well anyway."

"Excuse me? Who are you to tell me that?"

"Look, all I'm saying is from what I saw, he didn't treat you, or Rylie, for that matter, right."

"Whatever." She pushed some of her hair behind her ear, sighing a bit.

"Brooke, do you ever think about what could have been if we chose different paths back then?" It was such a simple question, but at the same time, such an emotional one, too.

"Everyday." She nodded and could feel the tears burn her eyes. "But then I look at what I have now, and the special bond I share with Ry, and I can't picture myself being anywhere else...What about you?"

"Yeah, I think about it. A lot actually. But I feel the same way." Lies. True, he did think about it, more than a lot, but feeling the same way was a different story. "I mean, Lindsey's so amazing, I just can't wait to start my life with her." Another lie.

Brooke could feel her jealousy rise in her, though she tried her best not to show it. Luckily, Lucas's phone rang.

"Hello...Yeah, I'm with Rylie right now." He looked over at Brooke and excused himself for a minute. She watched as he walked over to a nearby tree and continued to converse with the person on the other end.

"I'm guessing that was Lindsey."

"Yeah. Sorry about that."

"And I'm guessing she doesn't know I'm here with you."

"Yeah, she doesn't. But it's not a big deal or anything. She's definitely not the jealous type. No insecurities what so ever."

"Yeah. No, I mean why would there be? You hanging out with your ex girlfriend, who also happens to be the mother of your daughter."

"Trust me, she's not like that."

"Okay." Brooke held her hands up in defense.

"But, I should be heading home."

"Rylie! Come here, daddy has to say goodbye."

"Daddy, you have to leave already?"

"Yeah, baby, I'm sorry. But don't get sad, I'm gonna see you tomorrow, alright?"


"Alright, well come here. I have a secret to tell you." He stepped closer to her and whispered in her ear. "Would you like that?" He asked once he pulled away.


"Okay, well don't say anything. It's a secret. Now give daddy a hug and kiss 'cause I got to get going. I love you. And behave for your mother."

"I always do." Rylie answered confidently and Brooke stifled a laugh from the behind the two.

"That's not what mommy's been telling me, but I'll take your word for it. I'll see you tomorrow." He gave Rylie a kiss on the cheek and then turned around to face Brooke. "See you later, Brooke."

"Yeah, just give me a call to let me know what time you're going to be stopping by."

"Will do. Bye, Ry." He waved for the last time and left the park.

"We should be getting home, too. It's getting pretty late. Okay?"

"Yeah. Hey, mommy?"


"Do you wanna know what daddy told me?"

"Well, it's a secret. You know you aren't supposed to spill secrets."

"Yeah, but I'm really excited about it. Can I tell you?"


"Okay, but don't tell daddy I told you. He said I get to be the flower girl at his wedding."

"Wow. That's great, baby. That's a big responsibility, you know?"

"Yes, and he also said I'm going to be the best flower girl in wedding history."

"I'm sure you will be." Brooke laughed and grabbed her daughter's hand as they crossed the street.

"Mommy, do you like Lindsey?"

"She's okay." Brooke lied. She absolutely loathed Lindsey. And as much as she hated to admit it, her hatred came mostly out of jealousy.


"I'm sorry I freaked out last night, it's just...wow." Lucas paced around trying to find the right words to say.

"I know." Brooke managed to utter out through her tears. "Luke, what are we going to do? We're so young and have so much to look forward to. But I can't get an abortion." She immediately opted out of that choice.

"And I'm not asking you to. Listen, I know you're scared, hell, I'm scared, too. Scared out of my mind." He sat down beside her on the bed. Thankfully her roommate was out partying and she had the dorm room to herself for the night. He took her hands in his and continued. "But I'm gonna be here for you. And we're both going to get through this. We're going to raise this baby and be able to accomplish our dreams, too."

"But how? We're not even really together, technically." It was true. They both knew that in college, things happened. So they decided to be non exclusive. And at the time, it seemed like a great idea.

"But we can be together. We can get married and then—."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Marry me."


A/N - Who here hates Lindsey? ( I do!! Lol) Don't worry, this story will be eventually brucas!

Anyways, review and my update should be in a few days 'cause I have president's week off (yay).

And for those who read Finding My Way Back, I'm almost positive chapter 8 will be up by tomorrow night.

And for those who happen to read A Bad Dream, well, I'm trying. Writers block truly does suck. But the second I overcome it, the new chapter will be up!

Okay, let me know what you think!