The Truth

One Tree Hill Lucas/Peyton w/ mention of Naley/Brooke&?/Lucas&Lindsay

Chapter 1: 4 Years 6 Months 2 Days

Okay, so I'm not going to tell you what that was about . . . yet. Why don't we back-track a little. Say . . . how about 4 years, 6 months, and 2 days. Yeah, that seems like a good day as any to show you. What makes that day special, you ask?

Well . . . I believe that was the last time I was really happy. Why so long? Just read on to find out . . .

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4 years, 6 months, and 2 days ago . . .

"You ready P. Sawyer?"

Peyton awoke to a voice echoing through the house. She stirred awake, yawning. She could still feel strong arms cuddling her waist.

"Luke . . . there's someone here," She whispered groggily.

"Mmm . . ." Lucas, still half-asleep, murmured.

"P. Sawyer . . . where are you?" There was that voice again. It was Brooke.

"Crap . . ." Peyton sat up, holding the sheet around herself. "Lucas, get up! Brooke's here."

"What?" Luke's voice was sleepy.

"Brooke's here . . . about to come in the room, actually," Peyton said.

"Oh," Luke yawned. Then . . . his eyes widened, "Oh!"

"Yeah," Peyton nodded.

Lucas, too, sat up, pulling the sheet above his waist.

"P. Sawyer? Luke?" Brooke's voice was closer now. "Karen? Anybody?" Just then the door opened and Brooke appeared. "Oh . . . hi. No wonder you didn't answer the door . . . or the phone." The brunette's eyes were firmly fixated on the wall above Lucas and Peyton.

"Hey, Brooke." Peyton chuckled. "What's up?"

"I thought we could go hang out with Tutormom before we have to leave tonight," Brooke replied.

"Oh . . . right," Peyton sighed, "I remember you saying something about that last night at the party. Sorry."

"It's okay," Brooke continued to stare at the wall.

"Let me get dressed and we can be out the door in like twenty minutes," Peyton said.

"Sure," Brooke left the room, closing the door behind her.

Peyton chuckled again, turning to a now smiling Lucas, "So . . . I guess I will see you later babe. Duty calls."

He kissed her, his hand cupping her chin, "Go . . . have fun with the girls. We'll meet up later before I drop you and Brooke off at the airport."

"'Kay," she nodded, kissing him, "We can have another proper goodbye." She kissed him again, giggling.

"Count on it," He smiled. She giggled, again.

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"So . . . Haley's late," Peyton observed, sipping her soda, as she and Brooke sat in the food court at the mall.

"Yep," Brooke agreed, taking a bite of her chicken salad.

"Wonder what taking so long," Peyton looked around.

"She and Nathan are probably at it again," Brooke sighed, "They're as bad as you and Luke."

"Hey!" Peyton laughed, slapping Brooke on the shoulder.

Brooke, too, laughed, "Ow! What was that for, blondie?" They were both laughing hysterically, "Truth hurt?"

"Ha-ha," Peyton laughed, "Very funny."

After a few minutes the two friends stopped laughing, eyes moist and holding their stomachs.

"A-aw, I'm gonna miss this!" Brooke said.

"What do you mean, we're both oging to L.A. tonight," Peyton said.

"Yeah . . . but then I'm going to New York soon," Brooke said.

"That's not for a while though," Peyton reminded her. "Besides . . . you're gonna get me all sad. Tonight I have to go to the other side of the country leaving my boyfriend—whome I'm been waiting to be with for ever—here in Tree Hill. Who knows how long I'll be gone."

"That won't matter, P. Sawyer," Brooke said, "It's you and Lucas. He's always loved you."

"I know," Peyton said. "But don't you remember when Haley went on tour and she were Nathan were seperated for the longest time when she got back?"

"Yeah . . . but look at them now," Brooke said, "They a beautiful two-week-old son and they're constantly at each other like rabbits."

"I guess," Peyton sighed.

"You guys, I'm so sorry I'm late," Haley hurried up to them, running her hands through her hair and adjusting her dress. "Nathan dropped me off so he could take Jamie with him to the campus and go over some paperwork. But um . . . we kinda ran late."

Brooke looked over to Peyton, rolling her eyes, "See. Rabbits." Peyton just laughed.

"What are you two talking about?" Haley's face scrunched up in confusion.

Brooke and Peyton laughed.

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Later than night Peyton sat down in the seat next to Brooke. Outside the window, the night sky was lit up with the runway lights. The plane's engine was thrumming rather loudly.

It had been a long day of good bye's, see you later's, and we'll keep in touch's to their friends and respective boyfriends. Now, on the plane, they were on their way to sunny California—Los Angeles. And in a few short weeks Brooke would then go to New York for a meeting to launch her new company Clothes Over Bros with the intention of staying there.

As the plane took off Peyton turned to Brooke who was thumbing through a magazine. "Hey B. Davis, do you think that things will ever be the way they were?"

Brooke shrugged, "Who knows. But maybe they'll get better."

"Yeah . . . maybe . . ." Peyton turned her head and stared at a young couple holding hands and stars in their eyes.

In the back of her mind, Peyton could just tell that things were only going to go downhill from here.

To Be Continued . . .