That Yesterday Rain - Chapter 1 - A Rough and Tumble Day

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The truck rolled up over the curb, splashing through dark rain puddles, rippling the reflection of the sky above them. It pulled to a stop and Lucas laid his hand over the horn, honking several times before resting back in his seat. Peyton dashed out her front door, shielding herself from the rain with her jacket as she ran across the driveway to the truck. An evil grin spread over Lucas's face and he honked the horn one last time as she approached the truck. He erupted in laughter when she jumped a clear foot away from it.

"Thanks a lot for that, jackass," Peyton said as she climbed in the passenger side.

"I couldn't resist," Lucas said, throwing the truck in reverse and backing out of the driveway smoothly. "It's not my fault your car broke down."

"So you're saying it's mine?"

"Well, you do tend to break a lot of things."

"Like..?" Peyton questioned, leaning against the door.

Lucas, unable to come up with an answer, glanced over at her and thumped her on the leg instead. "Shut up."

"Yea, that's what I thought," Peyton laughed, thumping him back.

"So where to, ma'am?"

"Just down to Tric, I have to get some things set up for tonight."

"Are you gonna need a ride home, because, ya know, I'm a busy man, I can't afford to be troubled with young teenage girls like you," Lucas said, straightening up in his seat and dusting his jacket off.

"Mmm, I'm sure you can't Mr. Big Shot, but yes, I will need a ride home too. That is, unless you'd like to teach me how to break into and hotwire a car without getting caught, I'm all for it," she said sarcastically, rubbing her hands together animatedly.

"No can do, my grand theft auto days are behind me. Now I keep it strictly digital, Playstation all the way!" Lucas said enthusiastically, pumping his fist in the air.

"Aw, I was really looking forward to a criminal record, I guess I'll just save it for a different rainy day."

"Well, I guess you'll have something to keep you busy then," he threw a small smile her way then turned his attention back to the road.

The patter of raindrops hitting the roof and windshield filled the car as he glanced over at her again. "So, any word from Jake?"

"Nothin' yet. Any word from Brooke?"

"Nope. Guess she's too busy livin' up the glamour life out in sunny California."

"Don't worry, she'll call. If you mean anything to her at all, she'll call," she said, looking over at him with something hopeful written on her face.

"Yea, well, I guess it's true what they say, set the ones you love free."

"Well now that's just crazy. If you lived by that, you'd get married and divorced in the same day. You'd be born and abandoned before you were two hours old. I think you should just hold on and never let go, never forget the way it felt when you first figured out that you loved them, and never let them forget it either."

"Now that makes sense," Lucas said, looking over and noding at Peyton.

She smiled back and looked back out onto the road. "Lucas, look out!" she screamed, pointing to the oncoming car they were headed straight for.

"Shit!" Lucas yelled, jerking the steering wheel and spinning the car to the right. The car smashed into Lucas's side before it sent them rolling into a rain-filled ditch.

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The distant sound of sirens roused Lucas from the darkness as a blinding pain took over his body. He groaned, unable to find the strength to speak, and attempted moving. He could swing his arms back and forth and from what he could tell, without opening his eyes, he was being held in place by his seatbelt.

He weakly fluttered his eyes open and glanced around. The scene before him was a collage of broken glass, mudd, raindrops, water, grass, twisted metal, and blood.

The sirens were getting louder, closer. He looked to the passenger side of the truck--beneath him. Peyton lay there, still as if she was sleeping.

"Peyton," Lucas whispered hoarsly. "Peyton," he said a little louder, his voice cracking with pain. "Peyton, wake up."

He reached down to unbuckle his seatbelt, an action that would worsen is already severe injuries, but now was a time for desperation. He slammed against the center console before he tipped over it and fell almost head first into a pill of broken glass and muddy grass.

He screamed out in pain as his already beaten and broken body throbbed with a new pain.

All he could do was gaze sorrowfully at her face as the rain splashed down on them, the paramedics started pulling the driver's side door off, and blackness took him once again.

to be continued...

So, this is my frist One Tree Hill story, I wrote Friends fics for about a year and a half and I decided I needed a change, so, OTH, here I am. I hope you guys liked the first chapter!

Thanks for reading, please review!