Okay so this story is EXTREMELY anti-Peyton so you Peyton lovers for your feelings I recommend you stop right here. Only the anti Peyton will get any sort of pleasure from this story lol. Please try to remember this is just a for-jokes story, I don't even hate Peyton that much, I'm just a very desperate BL fan lmao! *DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Tree Hill or any of these characters- they belong to Mark and the CW! :)

Charade – Chapter 1

It was a good few hours past midnight in Tree Hill. The Roe/Scott house was dead silent- or so it seemed. Past the corridor, kitchen and Karen's room… there was noise- the noise of restlessness and agony. Lucas Scott tossed and turned as he usually did those days, barely asleep. By the look on his face, it was impossible to tell what was going on in his head- was he scared? Anxious? Or did he just have to pee? Lucas would remain in this state all night and when he awoke, it would feel as if only a minute had passed since he dozed off.

BAM! The blonde man awoke in a cold sweat, pouncing forward on to the bed. His fiancée, who was next to him, awoke right after him.

"Luke hunny whats wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing…go back to sleep Peyton." he persuaded.

"Lucas you haven't been able to sleep since Vegas, what's wrong?" asked Peyton.

That was it. He was sick of this alien-head he was being forced to put on a charade with always giving him the third degree and never leaving him alone. She had taken his house, his bed, his friends and even the love of his life.

"Your stanky-ass morning dog breath is whats wrong you son of a bitch!" Lucas lashed out. Peyton's eyes grew massive as they tended to do; the tears began to well up.

"Peyton, I'm so sorry! Look you know I didn't mean it," he exclaimed. "I just...I just haven't been able to sleep. It's really getting to me! You know I didn't mean it. I love you…your art matters. We are twu wuv always!"

That perked her right up. He knew it would, she was desperate for any sort of indication that he could love her. "Okay baby good night," the tall blonde woman said with a smile as she cuddled into him, lying back down.

Lucas's anger filled him once again…he thought, 'EWWW why does she have her big head pressed against my butt!? God can't I get some damn personal space in my own house! I cannot sleep like this!'

The frustrated man got out of bed, Peyton too asleep to notice, and took his laptop off the table to the kitchen. It was only 4 in the morning but Lucas felt like he had got all the rest he was going to get. He opened up the internet and naturally, went on to facebook. Lucas wasn't that big on social networking sites- although he was a writer, he believed there was no substitute to face-to-face conversation. What Lucas did enjoy however, was checking up on Brooke Davis.

He browsed around on the beautiful brunette's facebook- looking at all her pictures. He longed to be beside her so bad- his heart hurt. Sometimes he thought he didn't try to make things right with Brooke Davis because his heart could not handle any more excitement. He had a deadly disorder-HCM. He was beginning to strongly doubt this theory now because everytime he saw Peyton's face, his heart sent vibrations to his brain and fist saying PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH.

Lately, he had not enjoyed this little hobby of his so much. There would be comments on her page from Julian Baker that obviously showed there was something between them. Lucas did not like this, nope siree not one bit. 'After I'm done with Seyton I might have to eliminate little JuJu too!' Lucas thought.

Yes, the Roe/Scott household appeared silent…but deep within the walls you could hear the fierce laughter of a madman. "MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA" Lucas laughed, opening his mouth wider than he had ever before.