Disclaimer: I could make a list of the things I own; unfortunately One Tree Hill won't be included.
Prologue: AU. Peyton Sawyer has the brightest idea: getting back on her ex-husband Lucas Scott using her newest best-friend Brooke Davis. But what if love decides to intervene? Brucas.
Summary: This is an alternate universe, ladies and gentlemen, including our brilliant trio Brooke Davis, Lucas Scott and Peyton Sawyer. Peyton is recently divorced from her husband Lucas Scott, who claims to get bored of the monotonic relationship they had. Feeling disappointed and miserable, she turns to her newest employee Brooke, and makes a plan: to remind Lucas how it feels to be in love and heartbroken. However, real life has other plans, and has no intention on giving up. Totally Brucas, but still beware! Some Leyton (damn it!) flashbacks can occur.
Author's Note: I think I've said well enough in the summary, this is a Brucas fiction and I'm very excited about this new one. I know I have other business to take care of, but don't worry, they will be here very soon. So, let me thank my friends -ezgore who came up with the brilliant idea, and xxCarminaxx who reminded me of the very beautiful song that influenced this fiction- and leave you with the newest story of mine.
Hope you'll read, like and review!!
I Could Never Be Your Woman
Chapter 1: Beginning of the End
"Key to a perfect relationship" the disturbingly soothing voice spoke through the speakers, "is like a pair of scales. In one, you put tolerance and respect; and in other, you mix love and friendship. If you're able to make a balance, there will be, I assure, no fights and breaking up."
"Yeah right" she murmured, while turning left, still having no idea why she had tuned to the channel earlier while there were many possibilities of discovering emo-bands who would be likely to make a cameo in the cover of her magazine. But no, as if dealing with divorce papers and lawyers weren't enough, Peyton Sawyer had to find a channel where a 40-year old- probably a virgin- woman was giving advices about relationships.
If only she had listened to her a little bit earlier, maybe things would have been different. Maybe, she would be coming from a love-making scene rather than a law court. Maybe Lucas would be kissing her goodbye rather than a farewell with a slim smile on the face. Maybe she would still be Peyton Sawyer-Scott, rather than the plain old Peyton Sawyer.
But no, it was the end of all. The beginning of something she always feared of. She was now, by two straight hours, a single, newly-divorced Peyton Sawyer, and she had started to miss him by now, she had this terrible urge to go back to Lucas's place and ask for a second chance, to tell him that she had always loved him.
Yet, Peyton knew, it wouldn't affect Lucas, even a bit. In the risky process of marriage, somewhere along time, he had lost what Peyton tried to protect for so long. He had lost his way, his courage and most of all, his excitement to take the journey with her. He had lost his love, and that's why, there were divorce papers hanging out from her file, and she was returning from the court, officially claiming that she had nothing to do with him anymore.
Lucas Scott and Peyton Sawyer were officially divorced.
"Jackson is on the second line, Kayla is waiting for that "box-office-tips" and remember the interviews you're going to make." Gigi Silveri, her secretary, said in a rush, holding a file that reminded Peyton of his attorney. God, she was a bitch, talking unceasingly about annulments and allowances, as if breaking up was not hard enough. "This is the file that contains various CV's."
Gigi handed her the file and a cup of white chocolate mocca with an extra shot of Peppermint (just like he liked to drink early in the day, before sitting in front of his monitor to type his whatevers that Peyton never took time to read) and led her to the office she decorated all in black and red.
"Send me the interns, Gigi" Peyton said in a determined voice, trying to clear her mind from the hazy blurs of memories that included a one particular blond that used to be her husband…once. "And tell Kayla that Mason has that list"
She sat on her chair and waited for the interns to show up, her magazine (Punk & Disorderly as Lucas had offered) needed a fashion-editor, and unlike the things she had lost today, Peyton Sawyer was going to find one to win.
After three straight hours, four cups of mocca that started to lost its flavor and five interns who definitely had no idea about "punk" (one has asked whether if it was a new brand of Prada, and the other believed that the biggest punk leader was Justin Timberlake), her definition of a disastrous day had evolved to a wider process.
I wonder what Lucas is doing right now.
He was probably pressing her long fingers to the keyboard, finding word combinations to describe his inner voices. Sometimes, when he paused for a minute to listen to the silence, his hands would rub his long, blond hair and his dreamy blue eyes would narrow with concentration.
"Can I come in?"
Peyton was awakened by the voice of another intern (please god, let this nightmare end) smiling politely and waiting for a response. She slowly nodded her head and showed her where to sit (just across the table so that she could easily observe her body language.)
"Brooke Penelope Davis, I assume?" Peyton asked, putting a little joy and overdosed professionalism in her voice, her eyes peeking through the cv that included many work experiences and a bright academic career. "Very nice" she murmured as she read the words. "Clothes over Bro's…That's a very successful business."
"Yes, miss. The brand managed to challenge Abercrombie and Sketchers in a really short time."
Peyton nodded in agreement, as a close observer of teenage-society, she knew how successful the brand managed to get in a few years. Yet, she had no idea, why someone "girly" as Brooke Davis wanted to work in a punk-o-factory?
"Let me ask you a question, Brooke, why this? I mean, your style seems a lot more different from what we offer, and you could be a star in girly girls' lives."
Brooke smiled genuinely, revealing two little dimples at each side of her lips.
"You see, in my "girly-girl" style- there is always an end…I've tried many things, many different styles, combinations but after some time- it was just me and the lack of my creativity. Then I started to research and I found "punk". It was much more different from what I've been dealing with- much more anarchic, but how people combined two ultimately different things to form fashion astonished me. It was the pure definition of what I needed: Imagination. Besides, I really want to learn how I will do in an area like that." Brooke said, smiling, confidence crystal clear in her tone.
"So you'll be experimenting with us?" Peyton asked, kinking her eyebrow.
"Well, I guess, but aren't everything we try to do in life experiments?"
Peyton contacted their eyes for a minute, and it suddenly felt like Brooke could feel how miserable she felt right now. Brooke could be the best friend she longed for years and tried to cover by Lucas's presence. She could be the one to comfort her with ice-cream and chick flicks and arrange her blind dates with a high possibility of chaotic matches.
Still, professionalism was more important than her needs.
"Thank you Miss Davis, we will call you."
Her hands, automatically pressed the buttons to dial his number, and she couldn't help but shiver- it strangely felt like the first time they had kissed, with sudden excitement and a fear of being inexperienced, Peyton's hands had moved behind his back robotically. Lucas had hugged her tightly and she felt like he would always be near.
Yeah, right.
The phone beeped for a single minute and the stolid voice of the machinery went active.
"Hi, this is Lucas Scott; please leave a message after the beep."
The image of him, dancing intimately with girls in a bar, or "getting it on" with a blonde bimbo on the white mattress of their (now, officially just Lucas's) major double-sized bed scolded her like a nightmare.
God, has he moved on already?
"Umm…hey Luke, it's Peyton here." She managed to say between all the paranoia dominating her vision, "I was just wondering…well…I couldn't find my NOFX CD's….you have them? I'd appreciate if you can stop by….and give…my cds."
It was the stupidest idea, of course, and Lucas wasn't dump- he would surely get the hidden intention behind desiring the long-forgotten cd's- Peyton felt like she couldn't be more embarrassed in her life. Facing Dan Scott in the middle of their wedding was a cause of blushing, her first internship in the Thud was another- but her face hadn't been as red as it was now.
She needed a drink; she needed a shoulder to cry on.
She needed Lucas.
Her hands moved to the mobile phone once more, and this time a much friendlier voice than the simple machine greeted her.
"Brooke here"
"Hey, it's Peyton…Sawyer. I guess the job is yours."
A/N: Is it just me or the first chapters are really boring? I really missed writing Brucas here, and all those little memories Peyton thought about Leyton…well let me say, I didn't puke as much as I thought I would, lol
So I promise, from now on we'll be introduced to Peyton's new plan- that means pure passionate Brucas…
And yeah, you must review!