Author's Note: So this LP fic was first up on but that site apparently no longer exists. So, I decided to put it up on here. Hope you like it!
Chapter One: From The Moment We Met
I'll never forget the first time I met her. It was the second week of August, summer time. I was 10 years old and a couple years past the 'girls had cooties' stage of my life. I didn't have, as my mother would say, 'the hots', for many girls. However, there was one girl in particular that I felt this unexplainable attraction to. We had never spoken before, hell I didn't even know her name. But there was no denying it, she was beautiful. Instead of stepping up and introducing myself, I chose to admire her from afar. Everything about her captivated me. The way her blonde curls bounced as she walked, her smile, very rare, but beautiful when it appeared, and most of all, her legs...my gaze always found its way back to her legs. One day I was down at the Rivercourt with the guys: Mouth, Jimmy, Junk, Fergie, and Skillz. We got into a heated game of two on two, me and Skillz versus Fergie and Junk. The basketball was tossed my way and it slipped through my fingertips, bouncing off the court. I sighed in frustration, turned in the direction the ball had gone, and stopped in my tracks. My breath caught in my throat as I saw her standing there, basketball in hand. Some brunette was standing next to her. I recognized her from school, it had become apparent to me that these girls were best friends. She tossed the ball to me and I caught it easily. I was at a loss for words and before I had a chance to say anything, they were walking away.
"I'm Lucas!" I called out before they got too far away. I was shocked as she turned around, that perfect smile gracing her lips.
"I'm Peyton!" she called back. I couldn't help but smile as she turned away, walking on and giggling with her friend.
"Yo Luke! She's gone now man. Can we get back to the game?" Skillz yelled out to me, pulling me from my trance.
"Uh, yeah...let's play." The game continued but my head wasn't in it. I couldn't get focused. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Peyton. For some reason I had this strange feeling...this feeling that Peyton was the one for me. In my mind, I figured it would be easy to get close to her. It didn't take me too long to figure out how wrong I was.