Burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles

(this fiction is a rewrite of 1x18 'To Wish Impossible Things', I have no actual plot at the moment. Centers around Peyton and Nathan, will probably have some Nathan/Haley, Peyton/Lucas stuff in it, and also, I don't know how Peyton and Brooke's relationship is at the moment (the whole Leyton incident), but I'm making them BFF's)

And last, but not least, it's my first, be kind 

Chapter 1: And this, my friend, is what I like to call poetic justice..

(After their 'mandatory' kiss, Peyton stayed for another while. During their conversation they again start to dwell on the past and a hurt Nathan asks her the one question he always asked himself.) (AN: Lucas hasn't seen them trough the window yet, he'll appear later, though)

"Why do you always say our relationship meant nothing to either of us?"

"Why do you insist on imagining it did mean something?"

"Because…" for the first time in his life, Nathan Scott was at loss for words.
His heart was screaming 'Say it already' while his mind tried to reason with him, thoughts of Haley, girlfriend and hurt entering his mind.

"Because what, Nathan?" To say Peyton Sawyer was angry was an understatement. She couldn't believe him. He spent whole their relationship whoring around, using her for sex and hurting her. More than everyone did.
But she couldn't linger on those sweet memories for long because it seemed that Nathan was about to say something and if she didn't shut him off quickly, things might be said, three words she had always wanted to hear, and she wouldn't be able to be held responsible for the consequences.

"Because, I love you, damn it, I love you!" he finished. Once again, Nathan's heart won. He didn't know why but it seemed like his impulsive side always won. Who was he kidding? Nathan Scott was all about impulsiveness.

Peyton couldn't believe what she was hearing. The first things she noticed was that it were actually nine words but then it dawned on her. Nathan Scott, reformed bad boy, just told her he loved her. She actually felt like laughing, crying, smiling and kissing him at the same time. But she couldn't let him in, he had built these walls around him when they were dating, well, guess what, he wasn't getting the scoop on her feelings now.

"Don't you think it's a little late for that, Nathan? Look at yourself, you have a great girlfriend. Remember her? My friend? Christ, what's wrong with you?" She let out an exasperated sigh and for the first time since he had uttered those words, dared to look up at him, to see those piercing blue eyes staring at her.

"I didn't know." He stammered. "I've been dating Haley all this time while I actually was in love with you. I'm a horrible person. I cannot believe I did that to Haley. I thought she meant the world for me." After that, he didn't know what to say anymore.

Peyton was stunned, to say at least. Was that a tear she saw? But her friend duties kicked in and she started muttering assuring words to him while she took him in his arms. More tears, surprisingly, but she let him. She couldn't help but feel jealous, finding it hard to imagine he ever broke down like this for her sake.

"You're not horrible, Nate, I told you before, you're really a great guy." The tears seemed to subside and he looked up at her, the look of pain replaced on his face by, was it hope? Maybe even lust... She didn't know, didn't even. want to know. "I…we love you." She finished lamely. And she never knew what compelled him to make this move but suddenly he was all over her. His lips on her mouth, his tongue begging access to enter, his hands roaming her body. And Peyton gave in, because no one could
escape fate. Or destiny. She could never tell.

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"You go up, Lucas," Haley said, "I'll be there in a sec."

You know when sometimes you have the feeling that everything is going to change in just a matter of seconds? Well, that was how you could describe Lucas's state of mind. As he walked up the stairs, the feeling got stronger and his mind screamed to stop moving. You're going to hurt yourself, it was saying.
But Nathan was up there, what could possibly be worse than getting beat up, bullied and ostracized by the basket ball team? What could be worse now, after all this time.

As the window came in sight, his mind won the battle. Karma was a bitch, after all. Or something like that, he remembered Brooke being into this karma crap. But he wasn't thinking of Brooke right now.
He was thinking of his ex-sorta-girlfriend and his halfbrother and their vertical tango. Their game of tonsil hockey. For an aspiring writer, he was soon out of clever euphemisms. And at loss for words.
Because he could hear Haley catching him up.