The characters are not mine. Not even the alien. )
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Peyton didn't like to be one of those people who isn't complete without a man. Trouble was, she didn't feel right when she wasn't with Lucas. The good thing was that Lucas felt exactly the same way.
No one could talk about literature the way they could. DH Lawrence, Oscar Wilde, Emily Bronte, the poetry of Neruda and sonnets of Shakespeare. Lucas wasn't sure if he imagined it or not, but he remembered a heated discussion about JK Rowling. Of course, like most of their discussions, they ended up forgetting about it once they arrived home. Kissing was more fun.
Sometimes Peyton caught herself watching Brooke when Lucas wasn't around. Not in a sexual way or anything, just because she missed her. And when Lucas was watching Peyton, when he was in class or talking to other people, he caught Brooke watching her as well. He wished they would be friends, but then hoped they wouldn't be friends because Brooke might take her away from him.
"She loves you, you know?" Brooke told him once.
"She loves you too," Lucas responded.
He noticed Brooke hide a smile, and the next day he found them walking to class together. Best friends.
After watching a television show about a time-travelling alien who licks everything in sight, Peyton occasionally, at weird times when she was just drifting into sleep or dizzy after Jenny had thrown Brooke's bunch of keys at her head, imagined that Lucas was that alien. She told him this once and he thought she was insulting him but actually, it was a compliment. She liked his tongue a lot. She liked the way it darted into her mouth, she liked the way it tickled her when he traced circles on her tummy… and besides that, the alien was quite hot.
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