Standing On Two Feet

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Haley rubbed her eyes tiredly as she walked to the front of the apartment, still in her pajama shorts and tank top. She opened the door quietly, wrapping her arms around her as she walked down the stairs in flip flops. She reached the mailboxes, pulling out their mail from two days before. They never got their mail on time. Brooke was convinced their mailman was on drugs.



Haley smiled at the young guy delivering the newspaper. She recognized him from high school. He was a couple years behind her in school.



"Hey," he smiled back.



"Hey," she nodded politely, sifting through their mail, hoping there weren't any bills that were late due to their crack head of a mail carrier.



"You're Haley...right?"



"Um, yea," Haley replied, looking at him curiously as he handed her a paper.



"So, are the rumors true?"



Haley raised an eyebrow, but was stopped from answering at the sound of Brooke calling her name. She turned to find the former cheerleader coming down the stairs, barefoot, and in much the same outfit she had on, except no matter what it was, it always seemed to somehow look like a lot less clothes were involved when it came to Brooke.



Haley smiled as Brooke wrapped her arms around her from behind, hugging her tightly.



"I didn't know where you were," Brooke nuzzled into the back of her neck.



"Um, Brooke..." Haley laughed nervously, noting the boy's shocked expression.



"Yea babe?" she asked, looking up. "Oh."



"I guess that answers your question, huh?" Haley smiled.



"Yea," he nodded. "I'll, uh, I'll, uh..."



"Like what you see?" Brooke smirked.



"Brooke," Haley scolded.



"What?" Brooke laughed, wrapping her arms tighter around her girlfriend, kissing her shoulder. "Can't say I blame him. I like what I see too."



"I'm sorry," Haley apologized to the newspaper boy.



"Don't be," he grinned.



"Ok, time to go," she said, taking Brooke's hand and tugging her back up the stairs.



Brooke looked back, sending the poor boy a wink.



"Brooke," Haley fussed as soon as they got back inside of their apartment.



"What?" she asked innocently.



"Was that really necessary?"



"It was harmless," Brooke replied, wrapping her arms around her, smiling innocently, her dimples on full display.



"But..."



"It's not like he didn't already know. I'm pretty sure the entire town knows by now."



"But..."



"But what?" Brooke asked softly, pulling her closer.



Haley took a deep breath, suddenly forgetting why she was so upset due to the close proximity of the other girl.



"Exactly," Brooke grinned, kissing her fully.



"But, he's so gonna be using us as his inspiration," Haley argued, pulling away.



Brooke laughed, "What's wrong with that?"



"I don't want some guy thinking of me when he's...That's gross Brooke."



"You think no guy has ever thought of you?" Brooke raised an eyebrow. "For one, you were married, and seeing as how long it took you and Nathan to get there, I'm sure he was thinking of you a lot. And second, you are kind of a rock star. There are probably boys all over this nation getting their pleasures from your photo."



"Ew, Brooke," Haley twisted from her arms. "Way to ruin the moment."



"What? Like I said, I can't blame them. I mean, I think about you..."



Haley turned to her with a shocked expression.



"Oh, come on, you had to have known that."



Haley shook her head, her face flushing.



"Baby," Brooke laughed, placing her hands on her hips, her thumbs smoothing over the small section of exposed skin between her shorts and tank top. "We both know me. I am anything but flawless. Everybody in this world knows I'm hornier than some fourteen year old boy watching his first porn tape."



Haley's blush deepened.



Brooke let out a raspy laugh, "How did you think I was getting by before the other night? I'm sorry, but I do not have that much self-control."



"Y-you really think of me that way?" Haley asked, doubtfully. "I mean, I really have that affect on you?"



Brooke cocked a signature eyebrow, "Are you serious? I want you more than I've ever even dreamt of wanting anyone else. You...every little thing you do, I swear it turns me on. You have no idea how hard it is for me to just be near you in public and not just jump you right then and there."



Haley gave her a small smile.



"Come here," Brooke smirked, tugging on her hips, pulling their bodies together as she kissed her once more. She walked them back, their lips colliding hungrily until she felt Haley run into the kitchen table. She moved a chair out the way, lifting her up.



Haley laughed as she sat on the table, Brooke attacking her neck, "We have a bed, you know?"



"Where's the fun in that?" Brooke pulled back with a smile. "Lay down."



Haley felt her heart race as she did what she was told, laying back on the table, her legs hanging over the edge. Brooke leaned over the table, kissing again before kissing her way down her jaw line and neck and over her tank top. Her fingers danced at the waistline of the smaller girl's shorts as she kissed over the top of her thigh, before making her way back up the inside of it, enjoying the softness of her skin.



"Brooke, please..." she heard Haley whine as she kissed her teasingly through the fabric of her pajamas.



Brooke slowly started to pull the tutor's shorts down, knowing fully well how much she was teasing the poor girl before she quickly jumped away at the sound of a knock on the door. Haley sat up, her face flushed as she pulled her shorts back up swiftly.



Brooke walked to the front door, looking through the peep hole to find the newspaper boy standing there.



"What the..." she mumbled, opening the door. "Hey."



"Hey," he nodded, checking her out boldly.



"Do you need something or do you just want to get your ass kicked?" Brooke snapped, much less eager to help out his fantasies now that he had interrupted one of her own.



"Um, no, I have something," he squeaked, much less confident than before. "Uh, Haley, she uh, she left this."



Brooke reached for the large envelope he was holding.



"Sorry, against the law. I have to give it to her."



"Yea, well so do I, and you're holding me up," Brooke muttered under her breath.



"Huh?"



"Nothing, look, she's right there," Brooke pointed opening the door wider for him to see Haley who was still seated on top of the kitchen table. "You see her. She sees you. She sees you giving me the mail," she frowned, snatching the envelope out of his hand. "You may go."



"But--" his protest was silenced as Brooke closed the door in his face.



"Brooke," Haley laughed. "Was that really necessary?"



Brooke smiled softly as she looked at the envelope in her hand.



"What's up?" Haley asked curiously.



Brooke grinned proudly, holding out the envelope, "It's for you."



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Lucas paced Peyton's bedroom floor nervously.



"You know, you don't have to be here if you don't want to," Peyton said softly as she sat on her bed, wringing her hands.



"Peyton, I've told you. I'm here for you...with you, no matter what happens," he replied turning to her.



"Well, can you stop pacing, you're making me dizzy."



"Morning sickness?" Lucas questioned fearfully.



"No, dizzy," she replied firmly.



"Is it time yet?"



"Two more minutes," Peyton sighed, looking at the timer.



"You sure? Cause it seems like it's been forever."



"Lucas, chill out before I have to hurt you."



Lucas nodded, taking a deep breath, "You know, sometimes these things...they can be wrong. So, even if it does say yes, that doesn't mean anything. It can be wrong. I mean, Brooke's was wrong..."



Peyton narrowed her eyes, "I love Brooke to death, you know that, but is that really something you want to bring up at a time like this?"



"No, no, I guess not," he sighed. "How about now?"



"One more minute."



"Peyton...I love you. I told you that, right?"



"Yes," she smiled, relaxing slightly. "I know you do. I love you too, Lucas."



"That's never changed. It never has, and it never will, I promise."



"I know," Peyton assured him, taking his hand as he stood in front of her. The timer beeping caught both of them off guard.



"You ready?"



Peyton nodded, standing. She clung to Lucas's hand as they walked to her small bathroom. Peyton took a steadying breath, closing her eyes for a moment before picking up the pregnancy test. She felt all of the air rush out of her as if someone had just punched her in the stomach as she turned into Lucas's arms.



Lucas held her tightly, feeling her tears against his shirt, "Shh. It's--it's ok."