So thanks you guys the review were great...

I got another story you all should check out, it includes the whole OTH gang, And yes Leyton is together just to let you know... So, it's called History Repeating, by bittersweetblonde, it's a story based on a school shooting, not the one we all know, but another one. The gang is all grown up now, It tells what is going on inside each other their heads, Haley as a teacher, who is scared for already going through something like this, and her mind as she thinks about her son, and husbands and unborn child. Lucas as he thinks about his wife and daughter.. Sam is in this story to, Then it takes you to the outside of it,. You know, with Nathan and Peyton outside waiting on their spouses needing to know if their okay. Brooke and Julian scared for Sam... It's a one-shot, and it's a good one.. So please check it out..

So thanks for the reviews again I hope you like this chapter


A Different Kind Of Love

Chapter 2

They sat there, holding each other for almost twenty minutes before she moved. She wiped her eyes, and tried to stand only to fall again. She winced in pain and grabbed her ankle. "Shit... Um..." he stood, slung her bag around his shoulder and lifted her up . Carrying her princess style. She looked into his eyes, as their eyes locked, he knew instantly that he loved her. He didn't know if she felt the same but he pushed that from his train of thought.

Her face turned a slight red and she looked away as he started down the alley way. Leaving the rapists body there, somebody would find him eventually right? "mind if I ask your name?" He took a careful mind to make sure her skirt was closed up.

She looked at him, then reached under his arm into her bag, pulling out her cellphone and rapidly clicking the buttons. She showed it to him. " Peyton Sawyer, and you?" She avoided looking him in the eye.

"Lucas, Lucas Scott." he smiled, Why didn't she just say her name."What's a matter, can't talk?" he buzzed playfully, hoping to gain a smile from her.

He felt her shiver, her head lowered a bit as she typed."no. I'm mute. Sorry"

His gut dropped as guilt hit him "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean, I just thought that,"

She shoved the phone in his face "Its okay. You didn't know."

He shut up. His gaze straight ahead as he carried her to the hospital. Her second visit that day.


They reached the hospital in just a few minutes, dead silent as they entered. Neither one wanting to meet the gaze of the other.

Lucas Scott. She kept repeating his name in her head. What a strange man, from the first time she met him, in the chance run in at the grocery store she had liked him. But experience had got the better of her. No one wanted someone who couldn't talk. Who could never say I love you. So instead of staying she had fled.

When she had met his eyes in the alley, she knew she loved him. Like it was fate. But she couldn't let such child like hopes and dreams, desires and fantasys take over her reality. she expected him to be gone by the time she came out from the cold and drafty hospital room. she didn't even know him but the thought of him leaving so soon hurt.

The doctor had taken some x-rays and left her alone in the room for the better part of an hour. She had decided not to report the attack, and merely gave the story she had tripped while running. The nurse found her some safety pins and helped her pin her skirt back into place. He finally came in, explained she had a hairline fracture, and had sprained her ankle. He had her put in a protective boot, gave her a pair of crutches and had her out the door within the next forty-five minutes.

She was already mid text to her friend, asking for a ride when she stopped, there he was. Sitting in the same spot he had been when they took her back. He was bent over, staring at the floor seemingly deep in thought.

She took a deep breath and hobbled over to where he was, plopping down in the seat beside him. He looked up and smiled.

She blushed slightly, his face seemed so kind and gentle. He was handsome, with nice features. He had sideburns, His hair wasn't to thick, it was obviously groomed. He had stubble along the underside of his jaw, along his chin and the lower parts of his cheek. It was obvious he hadn't shaved in a week or two and looked gruff, but somehow added to the gentle appearance. His blue eyes seemed to cut into her. She smiled and looked at the floor.

"If you need a ride, I'm parked not to far from here. I can run and come back, pick you up?" his voice sounded a bit scratchy. It was funny how she was just now noticing the small details of his appearance, despite the fact he had carried her for two blocks.

She watched him from the corner of her eyes, he had nice sized arms, a scar across his left forearm. His jeans were slightly dirty. His boots were worn and had gashes across the tops. His black shirt was neat, just a simple black cotton tee. She noticed, hidden in the shadow of his cowboy hat was a scar across his right eye.

She deleted the text she had written to her friend and despite her better judgement typed a simple yes to him.

He stood and took a step forward, she took in the features of his figure. He had broad shoulders and a firm torso, with a healthy v shape to him, his blonde hair, set his tan complex off..

He turned and smiled wide. "I'll be back in just a few okay? Stay sitting I'll come get you." And with that he turned and briskly walked through the sliding doors.

Her heart raced. The man was well built, obviously handsome. Why would he offer to help her? Why did she so suddenly accept his ride? She didn't even know him but felt like she did.

She lost herself in thought and within a few minutes he re entered the building, as she started to stand he scooped her up, carrying the crutches in his left hand and holding her up with his arms. She blushed intently at the very unneeded yet greatly appreciated behaviour.

He carried her to his car, a nice car at that. A black and red 69' Camaro. He set her down and opened the door for her, collapsing and storing the crutches in back as she slid in. He closed her door and swung around to the driver's seat, hoped in and turned the key. The car roared to life.
"So, Peyton. Where am I taking you. Police station? why didn't you just report it to the doctor?"

He buckled up and she did the same before typing. "I'm not reporting the crime. I don't want to. Please just take me home."

He frowned at this. He sat there for a second, debating god knew what in his head."you sure you don't want to report the crime? It'd be a good idea to." He watched her and she looked away, suddenly nervous.

He was right. but would the cops listen to her? She typed. "okay. Take me to the police station."

"Aye aye captain" He made a mock salute and she giggled slightly. As though in response to her small windy action he beamed. Obviously happy.


The drive to and from the police station was quite. They had reported the crime, told the police where the man had been. After being stuck in the station for most the day all they achieved was the report. Much to Lucas's dismay the man had disappeared. Bastard had a thick skull. The pipe had bent on impact.

They arrived at her house, he got out, his breath visible in the cold night air. He opened her door and got her crutches he helped her to her door and they stared at each other.

"Well, guess this is goodbye then. Um. Would it be too much to ask to see you again." His voice wavered ever so slightly. He wondered if she had heard the worry in his tone. He shifted, nervous and suddenly uncomfortable.

She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. she typed slowly, as though reconsidering whatever it was she had to say. She handed him the phone, tilted her head and smiled. His heart skipped a beat. He took the phone afraid of the words it may show him. "Nothing would make me happier. Would you like to come in?"

For the first time since his first girlfriend he got butterfly's. He nodded as he handed her back her phone. She unlocked the door and led him inside.

She used the voice manager on her computer to talk to him. Using the preview option as a surrogate voice. They chatted the night away. He confirmed his suspicion that she was single. She was a free-lance manga artist much to his liking. Her and the few company s she worked for traded her work through a series of scanners and fax machines, emails, and other such electronic processes. Much to his liking.

Lucas had a strange obsession with book collecting, saying he had about twelve hundred books. They talked of their childhoods, their careers and life styles. Their hobby's and likes.

They soon found they had quite a bit in common and shared many of the same views on life. Finally around 3 a.m. Lucas decided he should leave. Peyton protested, worried he might have an accident so late at night. But put up no resistance as they walked to the door. They stared at each other, eyes locked, searching one another. Lucas leaned in for a kiss, expecting it to be too soon. Instead her lips met his, Their lips brushed shyly at first. With fleeting, soft gentle kisses. He fared his luck and kissed deeper, finding to his surprise she kissed ever more deeper. He brushed his tongue lightly against The barrier of their lips, she parted, and he slipped his way inside her mouth. Her tongue meeting his, twirling in a graceful dance as he pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her. Embracing her. She tasted sweet, his mind melting as their kisses became passionate.

She started to lose her mind, as she kissed a man she had known only a few short hours as passionately as though they had been in love for years. She reached up letting her crutches fall with a light bang and wrapped her arms around his neck, he leaned down and lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, she had never acted like this, never even kissed a man before. It was so strange yet so compelling because it felt so right. She broke the kiss and mouthed the words "Don't go"...


So should he stay or go... your call...