Title: Moving On
Author: ~tchele~
Disclaimer: Not mine, won't ever be the characters belong to the WB, TRP,
etc.
Summary: Short P.O.V. fic about the scene between Peyton, Brooke, and
Lucas.
I stand rooted in one place, unable to speak or move. In front of me the girl of my dreams, the girl who blew me off. The girl who told me she just wanted to be friends. Behind me the girl who helped me forget. Helped me forget my scandalous past, helped me have fun for possibly the first time in my life. Who do I choose? My dream, or the one who made me feel things for the first time.
I turn to leave but he stops me in my tracks. Its as if I am stuck in this position with one hand on the doorknob and halfway out the door. The way he says my name sends a chill down my spine. Unable to leave I turn and face him, the expression on his face is unreadable. Do I stay or do I go? I watch him as he glances between myself and Brooke as if to see if she is really there and this awkward situation really exists. I know I created this situation by rebuffing his advances at the party at Nathan's, but I didn't think he would have moved on so quickly.
I thought I had finally gotten what I wanted, what I have wanted since school started this year. I wanted Lucas Scott to look at me the way he looks at Peyton, for him to drop everything to ride to my rescue. The way he has done for her so many times in the past weeks. Only problem is I had to get him drunk to even remotely think of me they way he thinks of her. A guess my dreams were made in a drunken stupor, as many decisions in my life have been made. I had such a feeling of euphoria tonight, but all those warm feelings disappeared when I saw Peyton. The way she looks at him is so heated that it destroys any plans I had for tonight. I know I should leave, but I can't seem to get my legs to move.
I stand rooted in one place, unable to speak or move. In front of me the girl of my dreams, the girl who blew me off. The girl who told me she just wanted to be friends. Behind me the girl who helped me forget. Helped me forget my scandalous past, helped me have fun for possibly the first time in my life. Who do I choose? My dream, or the one who made me feel things for the first time.
I turn to leave but he stops me in my tracks. Its as if I am stuck in this position with one hand on the doorknob and halfway out the door. The way he says my name sends a chill down my spine. Unable to leave I turn and face him, the expression on his face is unreadable. Do I stay or do I go? I watch him as he glances between myself and Brooke as if to see if she is really there and this awkward situation really exists. I know I created this situation by rebuffing his advances at the party at Nathan's, but I didn't think he would have moved on so quickly.
I thought I had finally gotten what I wanted, what I have wanted since school started this year. I wanted Lucas Scott to look at me the way he looks at Peyton, for him to drop everything to ride to my rescue. The way he has done for her so many times in the past weeks. Only problem is I had to get him drunk to even remotely think of me they way he thinks of her. A guess my dreams were made in a drunken stupor, as many decisions in my life have been made. I had such a feeling of euphoria tonight, but all those warm feelings disappeared when I saw Peyton. The way she looks at him is so heated that it destroys any plans I had for tonight. I know I should leave, but I can't seem to get my legs to move.