Brooke made sure that she didn't go to a doctor that her parents knew. Between her and her sister, Brooke was the more loose and wild one. Everyone knew it, she didn't exactly bother to hide it either, something she knew her parents often wished she did but that as the thing about Brooke, she hated acting like the perfect daughter she wasn't. Knowing that if she had gone to a doctor that was a friend of her parents, she would see the judgmental looks from them and almost hear them telling her how messed up her life had become now. Brooke knew that her parents' friends weren't all too fond of her. She was underachieving while their children were Yale or Harvard graduates, Brooke barely made it out of Florida State in one piece.Â
She was glad though that she had someone like Jean. Jean was the kind of friend that Brooke knew she could trust and she was thankful for someone like Jean. Brooke knew that through thick and thin, Jean would always be there for her, even her prognosis came up positive she knew that Jean would be the one to stick with her through all of it. This lead her to think about Noah. Would he be sticking with her or would he just runaway.
The very thought of raising a child on her own scared her to death. She didn't want to be a single mother working at a diner, being harassed by men constantly and living in an apartment in the not so pleasant side of Vero Beach. She could barely support herself how as she going to support a baby? Especially by herself, but she knew that Jean would try and help as much as she could, something Brooke didn't want to pressure Jean into either though.
"It's fine," Brooke mumbled and placed her things in the backseat. Unlike Jean, her car was a little more reliable. It had been a present, or rather a bribe, from her parents to get her to straighten up and at least good enough grades to get into University. It had worked for a while, then come University, Brooke just let loose and partied the days away. "Guess I should have taken my car instead," Brooke laughed and shook her head.
She laughed when Jean mentioned a list of things she could do. "I could but I don't think I could wash Shakespeare, but I am willing to do everything else," Brooke admitted. Shakespeare wasn't all to fond of Brooke. Always hissing at her whenever she passed by and tended to stay away from Brooke whenever Shakespeare could. The silence in the car was maddening and Brooke had a feeling that Jean wanted to ask her about what she was going to do if she was pregnant. She had a feeling that Jean wanted to ask her a million and one questions.
Once they were at the parking lot though, Brooke sighed and looked over at Jean. "Not really, but we have to do this," she said. "I have to do this," Brooke said with more determination in her voice and quickly got out of the car. She walked into the building and smiled at the receptionist. "Hi, I have a an appointment and my name is Brooklyn Campbell," she said to the woman. The woman then told her to take a seat and that the doctor would be on their way.
Turning to the waiting area she saw that there were quite a few women sitting with pregnant bellies sitting and waiting. Taking a seat, Brooke motioned for Jean to sit beside her. Brooke leaned over to Jean. "I feel really awkward, don't you?"
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