Hey so I wrote this story a very long time ago for something else, but I thought I would adapt it to OTH – Leyton so it is AU and some of the people may be OOC but I'm trying to have them not be too much.

So the idea of this story is that Lucas and Peyton have been best friends growing up (think Lucas and Haley) and Haley and Nathan (not related to Lucas in this fic) are also part of the group. Pretty much it's all about Lucas and Peyton and what happens when jealousy is involved in a friendship. Sounds lame, but please just give it a try!

Anyway, since this story is completely written, updates should be pretty frequent – every other day or so, since I only have to adapt it, but keep the reviews coming 'cause they make me happy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story you feel you're read, heard or seen before...

Peyton blindly reached over to her bedside table as her phone began buzzing against the hardwood.

"Hello?" She questioned into the phone, not bothering to check the called ID.

"Hey. What's up Blondie?" Lucas greeted, causing a small smile to form on Peyton's face.

"Hmm..." She replied unsure.

"Is that a good hmm, or a bad hmm?" He questioned.

"I don't know, just a hmm." She told him prompting him to laugh quietly on the other end.

"Right. So what are you up to?" He asked.

"Nothing." she replied automatically. Lucas rolled his eyes.

"So you're just staring at the Dave Grohl poster across from your bed, lying perfectly still, doing nothing?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah." She answered absentmindedly before she realised what he had said. "Well no. I'm listening to music –"

"Surprise, Surprise." Lucas interrupted.

"Painting my nails, thinking." Peyton rambled, ignoring Lucas' interruption.

"No you're not." He stated simply.

"Oh, and how would you know?" Peyton asked smugly.

"You, painting your nails? I don't think so." Lucas scoffed. Peyton rolled her eyes as she stood from her bed and walked out onto her personal balcony that overlooked the yard next door. Peyton could see Lucas lying on his bed, aimlessly tossing a basketball into the air as he held the phone against his ear. As the silence on Peyton's end stretched, Lucas looked out his window towards her room to see her standing on the balcony, a pearly white smile on her face as she held up her left hand so he could see the shiny new red colour she had just painted her nails.

"Impressive." He told her, nodding.

"Thanks. I guess you don't know me as well as you think you do." She smirked as she talked to him through the window even though they were still on the phone. He smiled at her slightly.

"Nah, I still think I know you pretty well." He told her. "So, about what?"

"Huh?" She asked confused.

"You said you were thinking about something. Feel free to admit it was me."

Peyton could see the cocky smile Lucas was sporting. "You wish." She told him bluntly. "It was just general thinking. You know, why am I here? Why do I look like crap? Why does no one like me? Do I look cute in a bikini?" She shrugged as she finished rambling about her thoughts.

"Yes." He answered.

"Yes what?" She asked him as she was once again confused.

"You look great in a bikini. I mean anything that shows off those legs of yours has to be fantastic." He complimented her. "Even if they are a little chicken." He teased and she could see and hear him chuckling.

"Perv." She tried to insult him but couldn't hide the smile on her face. "And no offence, but it doesn't matter what you think. You're not who I'm trying to impress." She stated frankly.

"Oh well then sorry for complimenting you." Lucas pouted. Peyton sighed.

"You're like my brother, I'm sure you'd say things like that even when I looked bad."

"No I wouldn't." He assured her. 'I'd sooner tell you that you look like crap."

"Gee thanks." Peyton replied sarcastically.

"Like now for instance." He continued. "I mean you could have at least tried to look decent before coming out onto the balcony to face me."

Peyton glanced down at her attire.

"I'm in my pyjamas!" She scoffed. "Besides, I already told you that you're not the one I'm trying to impress."

"Okay, so who is the unlucky recipient of your affections then?" Lucas enquired.

Peyton shrugged. "No one. I'm just saying that you are not one of them." She threw him a grin as she turned and went back into her room, closing the balcony doors behind her.

"Hey!" She heard him yell outside. "We're not finished, get back out here."

"I'm still on the phone doofus." Peyton answered him on the phone, as she lay back onto her bed.

"Fine, but you know it's not the same thing."

Peyton guessed Lucas was probably pouting even though he knew she couldn't see him. She audibly sighed so he could hear her on the phone, before pulling the blanket off her bed and carrying it out onto the balcony with her. She chuckled as she saw that she was right, Lucas was still facing her side of the house, a puppy dog look etched onto his features. She sighed as she took a seat in the old chair, wrapping herself in the blanket.

"But it's cold." She complained, throwing him her own pout.

"You seem pretty comfy to me" he commented as he took in her position on the chair. She only shrugged in response.

"So why weren't we finished?" Peyton asked, trying to stifle a yawn. She could see Lucas sit up as he got ready to delve into the conversation.

"What's in 3 weeks?" he questioned, earning a groan on Peyton's end.

"Prom." She grudgingly replied. Lucas smirked as he raised his eyebrows, clearly indicating something.

"No!" Peyton protested immediately. "I'm not going, let alone with you."

"Come on, we have to go. It's the prom for crying out loud." He attempted to persuade her.

"Exactly. A stupid ritual where people go, hanging off someone's arm like they're a trophy, only to show off in an outfit they sent hundreds of dollars on, an outfit that will just end up in the back of a closet."

"But not before said outfit is crumpled up and thrown into the corner of some room or back seat." He continued, smirking suggestively.

"Precisely."

"Peyt, we both know that won't be happening to your dress." Lucas attempted to joke.

"Ha ha." Peyton responded drily.

"Just please come." Lucas resorted to begging.

"But why?" she whined. Lucas looked deep in thought as if he was contemplating a serious answer.

"Well of course I'll need you there to rescue me from the endless number of girls who'll want to dance with yours truly."

"Please!" she laughed. "Who am I to step in and deprive you of that fantasy?" Lucas smirked mischievously.

"I know you wouldn't want me near anyone but you babe."

Peyton rolled her eyes. "You're right. Maybe we should just do it right here and now." She told him sarcastically. Lucas chuckled.

"Nah, I think we should wait until prom since we're both going! Night." Lucas quickly hung up the phone as he moved to the window and shut his curtains, waving slightly before they completely closed. Peyton stared at the phone incredulously.

"I didn't say I was going!" she yelled at the closed window across the lawn.

Okay so there it is. I realised as I rewrote it that I think Lucas and Peyton are still OOC, so if anyone can give me some tips on how to make it seem more realistic that would be great!

Don't forget to review :)