Life Or Something Like It Chapter 1: What Was & What Should've Been, an one tree hill fanfic

Life or Something like It

A/N: - So, this is an idea that's been lurking in my mind for quite some time. I don't know how people will feel about it, but I'm hoping that you guys might like it. It's a completely new story and is not a copy of a movie or anything else. This is something; I've come up with on my own. If you like it, then leave a review. Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: - I don't OTH. None of the characters belong to me. Borrowing them, for my own amusement and fun.

Chapter 1:- What Was & What Should've Been

20th December 2012

"Oh, god!" Peyton exclaimed loudly, as her climax hit her like a bolt of lighting. She slowly removed her arms from around her husband's waist, as he slowly moved away from her. Before he got up from the bed, he lightly pecked her on the forehead.

Peyton smiled at him slowly, as he got up from their bed & entered their bathroom, for a quick shower before he came back to bed.

Peyton quietly wrapped the silk sheets that lay next to her, around her body. She lay down on the bed, her arm underneath her head, and her back to the bathroom door.

She heard the shower running & her husband singing off-key to the words of one of his favorite songs.

Peyton laughed lightly, at the sound of her husband's voice. He never was a good singer & no matter how many times Peyton tried to tell him that, he would sing just as loudly the next time.

After a few minutes of relaxing, Peyton heard the bathroom door open & her husband stepped out & started making his way towards their bed.

"What," he said, "no complains about how horribly I sing today?," he asked, with a slight mischievous edge to his voice.

Peyton slowly turned around, as she perched herself on her elbow, before looking at her husband, starting from his wash-board stomach to his handsome face, which as always had a smirk placed on it.

"Well," she began, before moving towards him, and wrapping her arms around his neck, "you weren't as horrible as you usually are, so I let it pass," she said, causing his eyebrow to lift even more, if that were possible.

"I wasn't as horrible as I usually am?" he asked, with a tinge of sarcasm.

"Or maybe," she said, as she gently bit on his ear-lobe, causing him to groan lightly, "its because you gave me such a good time tonight," she said, as she moved to face him again, with a smirk of her own, "that I didn't feel like complaining."

"Well," he said, as rested his hands around his wife's waist, "I can't remember a single time when you actually did complain."

"Oh my," Peyton said, with a smirk, "Aren't we just a little bit too proud?" she asked.

"You really shouldn't have said that, Peyton," he said, before his arms moved from her waist, across her hips and slid slowly downwards behind her thighs.

"Why?" Peyton asked, "What are you going to do about it?" she asked, with a mischievous tone.

"Oh," he began, "you'll see," he said, before he bends his lips towards Peyton's in a passionate kiss.

Between their kiss, Peyton giggled slightly, as he held on to her legs and pushed them towards himself, so that Peyton would fall back on their bed, with him on top of her.

He lay on top off her, as his hand snaked behind her back to remove the sheets from around her body.

"This is going to be fun," Peyton said, with a small giggle, as he removed the sheet from her body.

"It's going to be a lot more then that," he said, before moving towards Peyton for another kiss.

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Peyton laid facing away from her husband, as he slept. She ran her hands through her hair, before she slowly got up from the bed, and wrapped the sheets around her form & walked towards their balcony.

Whenever she couldn't sleep, she'd come here & stare at the buildings, or anything that her eyes landed on.

New York City.

It had been her home for about five years. She'd come here right after she had gotten married.

She took a deep breath, as she rested against the door of the balcony. She looked at the bustling city. The cars that whizzed past on the road, the sparkling lights of the stores that were open, still this late in the night.

She smiled lightly, thinking about the city that never slept. It'd given her more then she could hope for.

She turned around to look at her husband's peaceful form.

He lay with his head resting on his arm, a small smile lining his face as he slept. The only few times that she ever saw him smile, was during his sleep.

She signed, thinking about her husband.

They'd known each other almost her whole life, and yet sometimes he seemed like a stranger. Who was she kidding, most of the time he seemed like a stranger. It was times like these, moments like these where he seemed like the guy she fell in love, the guy she'd married. Whenever he was asleep, she could see a piece of him that she'd loved a lot. Maybe, still did love a lot.

She walked towards the railing and rested her hands against the cold metal. She glanced down and her eyes fell on a couple that was standing across the street. They had their arms wrapped around each others waists and the girl's head rested on the guy's shoulder. After a few seconds the girl looked up and smiled lightly at the guy, and in turn, he bend down to place a kiss on her lips. Peyton signed lightly thinking how beautiful they looked from afar. After a really long time she felt the need to draw again. She felt the need to capture the innocence of the moment displayed in front of her.

Her easel was always kept in the balcony, so whenever she felt like drawing, she could, in the kind of atmosphere that suited her best. And this was that place. She wrapped the sheets tightly around her body as she walked towards the easel & attached a paper to it. She picked up a piece of charcoal lying on the side and started tracing the contours of their shape.

On and on the charcoal moved on the piece of paper as an image started to appear on the paper. She quietly drew each and every curve of their bodies. Well whatever that could be seen from a distance. She wanted them to mold in with their surroundings, so she tried to emphasize on the buildings and lights in the background, and then tried to outline their shapes in the midst of it all.

After about an hour, she was done with her drawing. She stood back & stared at her piece of work. Something had gone wrong. She stared at the work she'd just made. Their bodies seemed to mix in with each other & didn't seem to exist as two separate beings, and the buildings in the distant seemed to be the most apparent part of the drawing.

"Damn it!" Peyton hissed loudly, as she removed the drawing, crumpling it into a ball & throwing it on one side. She walked towards the railing again and stared at the vastness of the city, her mind going completely blank

It had been a while since she'd drawn anything. Six months to be exact. Her assistant had been giving her grief about it for quite some time now. Not exactly grief, since she was just her assistant, but still she'd been bothering her for her lack of "work."

Peyton had a small art gallery that she'd opened once she'd moved to New York. At her gallery she put her paintings and whatever works of art that she'd made. That was the one thing she'd always thank her husband for. He'd convinced her to give it a chance & see where it landed her. And after five years, she was still doing pretty well, without counting the last six months, obviously.

She once again, smiled slightly thinking about her husband.

Husband.

The word sometimes still felt foreign to her. Of all the plans she'd made for her self, getting married at the age of 21 wasn't one of them. She still remembered the day she'd gotten married, as clearly as if it had happened yesterday, even though that seemed unlikely, but with the help of her best friend, she remembered perfectly clearly.

5th January 2008

They stood on the platform, waiting for the priest to start the ceremony.

"What's taking him so long?" he whispered, in a slur.

"I have no idea," Peyton said, as she waited impatiently, trying to stop herself from toppling over.

It was his idea to go to Las Vegas and elope. Neither one of their families was there, but they'd already told them they were going to elope, with or without their permission. Neither of them approved of their children getting hitched, but they were happy for them, and gave them their blessings, knowing that in the end they were bound to be together.

There was only one of their friend, who had come all the way to Las Vegas with them and she was standing next to Peyton, trying to keep her from falling.

"Be careful, Peyton," Brooke chastised, as she held on to her, "I know that you're getting married in Vegas & all, but that doesn't mean this dress isn't expensive," she pointed at both of their dresses, "after all, it is a Brooke Davis original," she concluded with a smirk.

Brooke Davis. Peyton Sawyer's best friend since the day the two set eyes on each other.

She had been with Peyton through thick & thin, the same way as Peyton had been there for Brooke.

Brooke owned a fashion label, with the name of Clothes over Bros, which she ran with the help of her mother, Victoria. Her main branch was in New York, but she worked from Tree Hill, as most of her friends still lived there, including Peyton, which was about to change as Peyton was about to get married.

"Thank you, Brooke," Peyton said, as she put her arms around Brooke's neck, "for coming to my wedding," she said, as she toppled over a bit.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Brooke said, with a small smile, "even though you & your husband are drunk as hell, and I have to take care of you," she said, pointedly staring at Peyton's to-be-husband.

"Hey," he exclaimed, "I'm not drunk," he said, with a slight slur.

"Sure," Brooke said, "You aren't," she said, with a roll of her eyes.

"Brooke," Peyton said, as Brooke looked at her, "be nice."

"Peyton," Brooke began, "It's your wedding day, and you're drunk and he's drunk," she said, pointing at her and him, "and I can't have a single drink because I have to take care of you," Brooke said, "It's not fair, I wanted to get drunk as well," she finished with a small pout.

"Awww, Brooke," Peyton said, with a small smile, "You can get drunk," she said, as she patted her on the head lightly, "we can take care of ourselves, right hubby?" Peyton asked, as she moved towards her to-be-husband and kissed him.

"We sure can," he said, in between kisses.

"Uhmmm," said a voice, from behind the kissing couple.

"Peyton," Brooke said, as she grabbed on to her arm and pulled her towards herself.

"Sorry," Peyton apologized, as she looked at the priest guiltily.

"Are you two the only ones here?" the priest asked, the two of them.

"I'm here, too," Brooke said, with a small smile.

"Yes, I can see that," he said, "are you getting married as well?" he asked.

"No!" Brooke exclaimed. "I'm just here with them."

"Right," the priest nodded his head, "shall we start with the wedding then?" he asked.

"Yes," they said in unison.

"We're gathered here today, to join these two people in the holy bonds of matrimony. Repeat after me, Peyton," he began.

"I- Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer- take thee Nathan Royal Scott, to be my lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, till death parts us," the priest said, as he looked at Peyton.

"I- Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer- take thee Nathan Royal Scott, to be my lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, till death parts us," Peyton said, with a small smile on her lips, all her drunken nature forgotten in an instant, as she stared at Nathan with a huge smile on her lips.

"Nathan, repeat after me," The priest said, as he looked at Nathan.

"I- Nathan Royal Scott- take thee Peyton Elisabeth Sawyer, to be my lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, till death parts us," he said.

"I- Nathan Royal Scott- take thee Peyton Elisabeth Sawyer, to be my lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, till death parts us," Nathan said, with a huge smile plastered on his face, as he stared at the girl he was going to spend the rest of his life with.

"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," The minister said, as he smiled at the newly wed couple.

Nathan moved towards Peyton in a hurry, as he cupped her face with his hand and brought his lips down towards hers, in a soaring kiss.

"Okay people," Brooke said, "Lessen the pda, will you?" she said, "You're standing in the house of God."

Both Nathan & Peyton chuckled before moving away from each other and smiling.

"Like that'd ever stop you, Brooke," Nathan said, with a smirk, before he lightly pecked Peyton on the cheek again.

"You're mine now. Forever," Nathan said, in a whisper, in her ear.

"And you're mine, too," Peyton said, as she lightly pecked him, before holding on to his hand, as she moved towards Brooke.

"Congratulations, ," Brooke said, with a small smile, before she hugged her best friend, "or should I say, ," she said.

Peyton smiled, "Thank you, , for everything."

"Anytime," Brooke said, with a small smile, before she let go off Peyton.

"Congrats, Nate," Brooke said, as she smiled lightly at Nathan.

"Thank you, Brooke," Nathan said, as he moved his arm around his wife's waist, "I don't think we would've made it, if you hadn't been here with us," he said, as he looked at his wife, with a smile & then glanced back at Brooke.

"You're welcome, Nate," Brooke said.

Nathan kissed Peyton one more time, before they held on to each other's hand, as Peyton linked her arm with Brooke's before they walked out of the chapel together.

20th December 2012

Peyton continued to stare at Nathan's sleeping form, as she thought about the day she got married. She didn't remember much of it, because of the amount of alcohol the both of them had consumed, but Brooke would never let them forget it, because of her lack of consumption.

It had been a good day, one of the best days of her life.

Who knew that one day she would be standing here, and thinking about how the rest of her days with him, should've been just as good.

A/N: - Okay, so I know that this is a fine line I'm treading, but please be with me on this one. It's a piece of work that I feel really good about, and I hope I can write it the way it should be written. I don't know if this is something that's acceptable or not, but I know that it can happen, with anyone. So I hope that people don't start hating me for it, or anything. Anyway, long note. Hope you guys liked it, and if you did, then do drop a review. Good, bad, whatever. It's all good.