Brooke pounded furiously on the white door, mindless of the cold ripping at her scantily clad body. Tears were running freely down her face, destroying the make-up she had carefully applied and re-applied throughout the evening.

Jake opened the door to his apartment; surprised to find a shivering, sobbing Brooke on the other side. "Brooke?"

"Jake?" her voice was weak, shaking.

"It's like 1 in the morning... what are you doing here?"

"I-I need your help."

"My help?" Jake stared wide-eyed at the auburn haired cheerleader, what the hell could Brooke possibly need his help with? He shook off his reverie as he felt the biting wind penetrate his warm pajama pants. "Jesus, it's freezing, come in."

Brooke stepped tentatively over the threshold into the tiny apartment. She looked around; it definitely wasn't what she was used to. It looked comfortable, lived in.

The walls were painted a deep earthy green and covered in family photos, basketball posters, and a few of Peyton's less depressing drawings. The furniture consisted of a tiny television with a VCR and DVD player sitting on a tall end table, a wooden coffee table, an overstuffed green armchair, a horribly ugly brown couch, and a frilly pink playpen. Paper, textbooks, and colorful baby toys were strewn across the floor and on every available flat surface. Just right, Brooke thought, homey.

"Sit down." Jake said, clearing a space on the couch. Brooke sat hesitantly on the edge of her seat and clasped her hands nervously. "What's going on Brooke?"

"I... um... well I'm pregnant."