Peyton leaned back on her chair, chewing her pencil furiously between her full, perfect lips. Usually, when she put pencil to paper, she could create something beautiful, something deep; something that could not be put into words. But today, she was lost for inspiration, and she had no idea why.
"Hey" a voice from behind her jolted her from her thoughts. She spun around on her chair, clutching her heart in surprise.
"Lucas!" she scolded, "Stop creeping up on me!"
He took a step back and raised his hands mockingly at his tempestuous best friend.
"Time of the month?" He feigned genuine concern.
"Lucas, that's not funny. Just because you're basically a girl too, doesn't mean we can talk about these things"
"Harsh Sawyer, so harsh" He leaned down, inspecting the blank page that lay flat on her desk. "Looks good," he mumbled.
"Funny", she rolled her eyes, "I haven't been able to draw anything all day!" she groaned, "I've got no inspiration".
"Inspiration?" he mused, "Hmm", his face suddenly lit up with an idea, "I have some awesome inspiration for you" he grinned widely, clearly proud with his idea.
"Yeah?" she swung around on her chair, suddenly interested, "Spit it out, Scott".
His lips twisted up in a dark, cheeky smirk. "How about the beautiful creature looking at you right now?"
She rolled her eyes, "Oh Lucas, you're hilarious… seriously though, I need help here".
Pushing aside the jokes, he sat on the end of her bed to think. "Well, what's on your mind?"
"That's the problem! I don't know! It's as if there's no one home up here" she tapped on her forehead.
"Come on Peyt, you're usually bursting with ideas"
"And that's why I need help… what's on your mind?"
He smiled knowingly and they both answered her question instantaneously.
"Brooke".
Brooke was Lucas' dream girl. She was beautiful, funny and single. The only problem was, she was totally oblivious to Lucas' crush on her.
"Of course you're thinking about Brooke, what else would you be thinking about, you lovesick loser" Peyton laughed
"Hey, hey now. You've seen her with your own eyes. She's hot" he said as if that was all the explanation that was needed.
"Whatever, Lucas… I've been hearing about her for five years. Make a move or get over it"
"Orrr", he raised his eyebrow, "You could help a guy out?" He smiled hopefully.
"You want me to talk to her for you" Peyton sighed, knowing her best friend too well.
"Well, if you're offering…" he grinned cheekily
"Come on Lucas, can't you talk to the girl yourself…You're a big boy now"
"But you're both cheerleaders. You can get a good word in there for me"
"Lucas-"
"Please Peyt", he interrupted, "Just do this one thing for your best friend?"
"Fiiine" she sighed, "whatever. I'll do it at practice tomorrow"
"Thanks, Sawyer. I owe you one"
Peyton threw down her pom-poms. She hated being a fucking cheerleader. As Lucas said, she was about the least cheery person he knew. But her mom had been a cheerleader, and Peyton felt it was the only way she could feel connected to her. Plus, she could hook Lucas up with hot cheerleaders like Brooke. Man, she would make Lucas kiss her feet for this one.
She made her way over to Brooke who was bouncing around, practicing a manoeuvre.
"Hey Brooke" Peyton plastered a smile on her face
"Peyton! Hey! What's up, girl?" Brooke smiled. She certainly was a cheerleader, Peyton thought.
"Nothing much. Hey, have you got a date for prom?" Peyton rolled her eyes inwardly. Prom was 3 months away. She couldn't care less about prom. But knowing girls like Brooke, it was all they thought about.
"Oh my god! No! Its devastating!" She shook her head, "There's no more hot, single boys around here anymore".
"Well…" Peyton tried to be as subtle as possible, "… There is one".
"Really?" Brooke looked suddenly very interested, "Who?"
"Lucas Scott. Do you know him?"
"The guy from our English class who always knows the answers?"
"That's the one" Peyton smiled at the thought of Lucas and his obsession with English.
"Hmm…" Brooke mused, "Never really thought about that one", her eyes began to widen as if she were discovering something for the first time, "Actually, he's pretty hot, now that you mention it".
"That and he's ridiculously keen for you" Peyton winked, putting the cherry on the cake.
"Really? Oh my god, he's perfect!" Brooke squealed, "Bring him to Davo's party tomorrow night. I'll introduce myself properly" Brooke raised her perfectly groomed brow suggestively.
"Sounds good. Thanks, Brooke" Peyton grabbed her bag and left. Lucas definitely would be kissing her feet.
Peyton's beat up old truck rolled into Davo's driveway. She twisted the key, and turned to face Lucas. "So, what's the plan, buddy?"
"Plan? I need a plan?"
"This is Brooke Davis we're talking about. Of course you need a plan"
"Dude, I was just going to whip out my faultless charm. I didn't think I needed a plan!" He started to panic, "Fuck! What am I going to do? Quick Sawyer, turn around. Let's go home and watch Ferris Bueller"
Peyton laughed her very unique chuckled, "I'm just teasing you, Lucas. You don't need a plan. She's already interested".
Lucas looked genuinely hurt, "Don't fuck with me, Sawyer. I was seriously freaking out"
"I know", she chuckled darkly, "It provided me with my entertainment for the night"
"Good to know I'm your best friend for something" he rolled his eyes sarcastically
"Hey now, you should be doing nothing but worshipping me right now, Lucas Scott. So come on, you can bow down to me on the way in"
Inside, the party was already in full swing. People were making out on the couch, passed out on the floor and getting high on the balcony. Brooke was surrounded by her fellow cheerleaders, giggling her bubbly laugh that rang throughout the room.
"There she is" Lucas' eyes were firmly fixed on the sultry brunette.
"Go on", Peyton gave Lucas a little shove in Brooke's direction.
Lucas stepped back to Peyton's side, "I can't. Can you come with?"
"I'm not your mommy, Lucas. I'm not gonna be holding your hand while you two get it on".
"I know, I know. But just this one time. Otherwise, it will be awkward"
Peyton rolled her eyes, "The things I do for you Lucas Scott", she grabbed his arm and marched towards Brooke.
"Peyton!" Brooke squealed, pushing the other cheerleaders aside. "You look so hot!"
Lucas looked down at Peyton upon Brooke's description. She was wearing tight fitting black skinny jeans, scuffed up doc marten boots and a sexy black tank top. She did look pretty good, but then again, Brooke was the definition of hot in her leather mini skirt, tight top and heels. Lucas looked her up and down appreciatively.
"You're Lucas, right?" Brooke smiled coyly
"That's me" Lucas broke out his sexy smile, "Hey Brooke"
"Hey…" her eyes swept over the hot new boy.
Peyton awkwardly took a step back, backing away from them, "I'm gonna go get a drink".
Peyton sipped her vodka and juice as she watched Lucas and Brooke. They were obviously flirting, and looked very into each other. She smiled. Nice work Peyton, she thought.
"What you drinking?", a voice above her sounded. She looked up. Nathan Scott. The captain of the basketball team, the school's biggest player.
"Vodka and juice" She replied, eyeing him off as is saying Don't fuck with me. I know who you are.
"You look good tonight, Peyton" He grinned sexily.
Although she knew he was full of bullshit, she appreciated the compliment. She wasn't really into looks, she didn't put much effort into her appearance, but every girl likes being noticed sometimes.
"Thanks" she smiled.
"Do you want to go somewhere quiet? I can barely hear you" he offered her his hand.
She took his hand reluctantly, following him as he led her out onto the balcony.
Meanwhile, Brooke grabbed Lucas' arm and dragged him onto the dance floor.
"I can't dance" he confessed shyly.
"I'll teach you" she winked as she pressed her hips into his and began grinding against him. He responded by wrapping his hands around her waist, pulling her even closer. This kind of dancing he could manage, he thought.
Peyton took another gulp of her drink, listening to Nathan talk about their last game.
"You're the hottest cheerleader by far, Peyton" Nathan winked
"Whatever" she rolled her eyes
"No seriously" he reached over and stroked her knee, "Brooke's got nothing on you".
Peyton didn't know what she was doing, but somehow found herself scooting closer to him. He cupped her face, "You're so hot" he mumbled as his lips began their journey towards hers.
She closed her eyes, waiting for it. Finally, his lips came crashing down on hers. His kiss was urging, violent almost. He shoved his tongue down her throat and being the strong girl she is, she fought back, fighting his tongue with hers for dominance.
Brooke closed her eyes, inviting Lucas to come closer. He hesitated nervously, but the little boy inside of him wanted to get the girl of his dreams. He took a final deep breath and settled his lips on hers. He kissed her gently, tenderly, but she wanted more. She ran her hands up under his shirt and pushed her tongue slowly but surely into his mouth. He opened one eye as if he couldn't fathom that he, Lucas Scott, was kissing Brooke Davis. Yep, he was, his eyes confirmed. But, something else caught his eye, and he looked out to the balcony to see Peyton, his Peyton, making out with Nathan Scott. Something stirred inside him and he couldn't identify the feeling. What was going on?