Author's notes: Thank you everyone for reading the first chapter. I had no idea that I was the only person to post Linsdey/Peyton that was M-rated. Good for me lol. And even though this goes against my excutive producer's, xFauxdilocksx, wishes this chapter is going to have some plot development. Those looking for more angry sex stay tuned. Speaking of xFauxdilocksx be sure to read her story, Birthday Boys for some good ol fashioned smut! Anyway on with the show…

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Sleeping somewhere cold… - Chapter 2

The next day on plane heading back to Tree Hill…

Peyton Sawyer leaned back in her seat. The flight from New York to Tree Hill was about 90 minutes so that was enough time for her to get through a good portion of the manuscript. She had combed over every single word. She looked and looked through every sentence and paragraph. After spending 90 minutes staring at Lucas's words, there was only one conclusion that young record executive could come up with.

"There is no fucking way that this is about me." Peyton whispered.

She had another 80 pages to go but she needed a break from it. She tossed the book back into her bag. When she finally got back to Tree Hill, the first thing on her to-do list was to find Lucas Scott. Then she would ask him about his silly book and once he confirmed that she was right, then she could move on.

Of course, something else happened in New York. Something that she didn't see coming in a million years. She had spent most of the trip back doing her best to not think about it. Peyton had went to see Lindsey at her office and…

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are about to make our final approach into Raleigh…"

Peyton exhaled. There was certainly no time to go over what happened now. She needed to be sure that all of her things were secure, that her tray was upright, and most importantly that her cell phone was off. Plus she had to figure out what she was going to say to Lucas.

There would be plenty of time to figure out what happened with Lindsey. And in no way was Peyton avoiding the topic.

Definitely not doing that, Peyton thought.

The drive from the airport was going faster than usual. At this rate, Peyton figured she would have enough time to stop at her house before heading out to find Lucas. She looked over at her bag again.

There was no way that book was about her. Lucas had moved on from her. He always seemed to find a way to move on from her. But she knew that, Lucas was happy with Lindsey. Why else would he ask her to move into his house? Or propose to her?

Why could he give Lindsey, a woman that he barely knew, everything that was supposed to be hers? Why did she say no to Lucas that day? All she wanted was a little time and what did he do? He went out and found the first fucking woman he could and moved her in.

No.

That isn't how it happened.

She and Lucas hadn't even been broken up for a month before that bitch Lindsey got her hooks into him. And then as soon as she got him to the altar, what does she do? She bails and blame the whole thing on her. Hell she even went to her office all the fucking way in New York, which was not a cheap ticket, to try and get her and Lucas back together.

And what did that uppity bitch do?

"She fucked me." Peyton said.

How the hell did she get back to this again? She needed to clear her head. Every thought she was having kept leading back to Lindsey. Peyton took another deep cleansing breath. Maybe she need to deal with this.

Peyton made the final turn down the street to the place that she and Brooke shared. What happened between her and Lindsey was beyond intense and at the same time it was the most amazing…

Damn it, I really don't want to think about this now. I need a break from this unending circle of me, Lindsey and…shit. You gotta be kiddin' me…

Peyton looked in her rearview mirror as pulled into her driveway. Behind her was the familiar 1967 Mustang that belonged to Lucas Scott.

The blonde bonked her head against the steering wheel a few times. She could never catch a break.

Lucas got out of his car and walked up to Peyton's driver side door. Peyton looked over at her bag and saw the manuscript sticking out of the top of her bag. There was no way she could hide before he got to the

"Hey, Luke." Peyton said.

"Peyton. Where have you been? I haven't seen you since the wedding." Lucas said opening the car door for her.

"Always a gentleman…" Peyton smiled. She pushed her bag off of the seat and climbed out of the car. She started walking towards the front door. Hopefully Lucas didn't notice.

"Sorry about being out of touch. I was just trying to let you sort it all out." Peyton continued.

"Peyton you left your bag." Lucas said as he reached into the car to pick it up.

FUCK! Peyton thought.

"I think we should talk…where did you get a copy of my manuscript?" Lucas asked.

Peyton and Lucas had been standing in the living room for a good five minutes now. She just watched him pace back and forth like caged animal. It was funny and kinda cute at first but now she was growing tired of his performance.

"Let's get this over Lucas." Peyton said as she took a seat on the couch.

"You went to see Lindsey? Why would you do that?" Lucas asked.

"I was trying to help you!" Peyton shouted back.

"I don't need your help Peyton! I can fix this all by myself and the last thing I need right now is you." Lucas said.

"Fine." Peyton replied.

"What do you mean fine?" Lucas asked.

"I mean that I am sick of this!" Peyton shouted.

"I am sick of everyone thinking that everything I say and everything I do is about you!"

"So you can honestly say that you didn't come back to Tree Hill because you wanted me back?" Lucas asked.

"No! I came back for Brooke! And I went to New York because I was trying to tell your idiot fiancé that you didn't write a 300 page book about me!" Peyton tossed the manuscript at her ex and it smacked him in the chest.

"I didn't ask you to do that! Why can't you stay out of my life?" Lucas asked.

"Is that what you want? Do you really want me gone?" Peyton asked.

"Yes! I do!" Lucas shouted.

"Fine by me! There's the door, jackass!" Peyton got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. As soon as her back was turned, Lucas threw the book back at her. He missed her completely but nailed a lamp by the stairs.

"You can keep this!" Lucas said and then he slammed the door.

"And you are gonna tell Brooke you broke her lamp! Ass!" Peyton shouted back.

Meanwhile back in New York…

Lindsey had managed to stay out of the office all day. She was still feeling strange about everything that had happened. So after her 7:30 breakfast meeting, Lindsey headed to a nearby coffee shop and continued her work there.

She had done a few things that were completely out of her nature. One she had never had sex with a girl before. She had fucked Peyton. And actually Peyton fucked her too but she hadn't even thought about that part.

She had been doing her best to keep her mind distracted and for the most part, the young editor had managed to do just that. Lindsey had cleared out her inbox, all of her voicemails and she was currently reading the last of her overdue manuscripts. It was the most productive day she had ever had.

But now that she sitting there with nothing to do, her mind quickly drifted back to yesterday and what had happened there. How did she get from wanting to kill Peyton to just plain wanting her? It made no sense at all. Not even a little bit.

Lindsey took a sip from her coffee. There was no easy answer for anything anymore. And there was no point to even worry about it because she wasn't going to ever see the blonde again. Then she felt the tiniest pang of regret when that thought crossed her mind. But before she could start disassembling that thought, her cell phone started ringing.

"Thank god…shit." Lindsey saw the caller id showing a picture of Lucas. She knew that sooner or later her ex-fiancé was going to call her. And even though she had broken up with him, all of her feelings were still there. Could she really handle talking to him?

Maybe this didn't have anything to do with her or Peyton.

Maybe Lucas was calling about the upcoming press tour. There was only one to find out for sure. Lindsey slid her finger over the answer and spoke

"Hello Lucas."

"Hey." Lucas said back.

There was a silence for a couple moments that seemed to last forever. Lindsey didn't really know how to approach this or even what he wanted to talk about. All she did know is that she didn't want to go first.

"How are you doing?" Lucas asked.

"I am fine. Is there something I can help you with?" Lindsey asked.

"Linds, this isn't a business call. I just wanted…" Lucas started to say.

"Lucas, if this isn't about the press tour, then there isn't anything we need to talk about." Lindsey said trying to sound as detached as possible. God just hearing him call her Linds was driving her crazy. And he was the only one that ever called her that.

"Yes there is. I still love you Linds. And I need you back here with me." Lucas said.

Fuck. Hearing him say that almost broke her.

No.

Lindsey took a deep breath. This was harder than she thought it would be. But she needed to stay strong. No matter what.

"Lucas. Stop. We both know who you really want and it's not me." Lindsey said.

"That book is not about Peyton Sawyer." Lucas said.

"Yes it is." Lindsey said.

"Is that what you told Peyton when she came to see you?" Lucas asked.

"I told her the same thing I am telling you. That I am not the one you really want." Lindsey answered.

"I don't love her, I love you." Lucas said.

"Maybe you did but that was all over when she…look Lucas I can't keep doing this with you over and over. I gave Peyton the book so she could see it for herself. I just want…" Lindsey started to say but Lucas jumped in.

"She didn't see it either." Lucas said.

"What you did you just say?" Lindsey asked.

"Peyton read the book and she didn't see it either. She made that every clear to me. So if Peyton doesn't see it and I don't see it, what does that mean?" Lucas asked.

Lindsey couldn't believe it. She didn't know which she was more upset about. The fact that Peyton didn't see it when she read the book. Or the fact that even after everything that happened in her office, she was still pushing Lucas away. Peyton had to the most infuriating person she had ever met.

"It doesn't mean anything to me, Lucas. You need to take a minute and read the book again for yourself. Now, I need to go." Lindsey answered.

"Linds, please. Just let…" Lucas said.

"Just read the book. Goodbye." Lindsey hung the phone up. She took a deep breath. Now that she had gotten through that call, she could get good and pissed at Peyton again.

How in the fuck could she read that book and not see that it was about her? There was no way that she could be that pig-headed. There was no way that she get on a plane, read the book, and then have the fucking nerve to say that book wasn't about her.

"God damn it…" Lindsey opened up her contacts and scrolled until she found Peyton's number. She quickly pushed send before she lost her nerve.

"Hello? Who is this?" The voice asked.

And on top of everything else, Peyton didn't even have her number saved. Lindsey wanted to reach through the phone strangle her.

"Peyton. It's Lindsey."

"Oh. So…umm…what's up?" Peyton asked.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Lindsey replied.

"Excuse me?"

"Did you honestly read that book and didn't see that Lucas was talking about you on every damn page?" Lindsey asked.

"Yes, why is that so hard for you to understand? Are you sure that we read that same book?"

"Listen to me, dumb ass. Lucas loves you and I know you love him. So do you keep pushing…"Lindsey began but as usual

"Shut the hell up, Lindsey! You don't anything about me or how I feel! If I did need help figuring out my feelings, I would never ask for your advice."

"What the hell is your problem?" Lindsey was starting to feel that same strange feeling again. The one she had in her office yesterday.

"You and Lucas! I tried to get you two back together and what is my thanks for that? He tells me to get out of his life and you use me like some fuck toy!"

That took Lindsey by surprise. However, Lindsey didn't know how reply to that. So she just went with the first thing that popped into her head

"Don't act like you haven't been somebody's fuck toy before."

"Fuck you, bitch."

And then Peyton hung the phone.

Lindsey found herself even madder than before. She quickly redialed Peyton's number. Peyton answered and started speaking immediately.

"I have sincerely had my fill of you and Lucas's bullshit today. So you can both go fuck yourselves. I am done."

Peyton hung up again. Lindsey wanted to throw her phone across the coffee shop. There was no way she was going to let Peyton get the last word. And even though she had no reason to, Lindsey redialed Peyton's number again. This time it went to voicemail.

Lindsey knew what she had to do. She quickly gathered her things, headed out of the coffee shop, and called her assistant, Julie, on the work cell phone.

"Julie, I am going to be out of the office for a few days."

Later on that evening, Back at Brooke and Peyton's place…

Peyton walked into the living room, carrying a cold beer, and flopped down on the couch. She had finally heard from Brooke. Apparently, she had to fly to Milan for some fashion meeting or show and wouldn't be back for a few days.

She looked over at the dreaded manuscript that was sitting on the coffee table. Even though she had told Lucas and the bitch that she had read the whole thing, she still had another 80 to go.

I really don't give fuck about the stupid ass Comet right now. Peyton thought as she took sip from the beer.

She had a fairly shitty day but at least she was alone finally. That call from Lindsey had really annoyed her. Peyton took another swig. There was definitely something going with her and Lindsey but honestly she didn't care right now. All she wanted to do was spend time outside of her head.

Peyton reached for the remote but then the doorbell rang.

"Every fucking time…" Peyton groaned and pulled herself up from the couch. She opened the door and of course,

"Seriously?"

Lindsey was standing on her porch.

To be continued…

Now to take a minute to respond to my lovely reviewers:

xFauxdilocksx – we talk all the time now so I have nothing new to say to you :P

Migs – I never noticed how much tension was there until my producer pointed it out.

Guest – Nah. Mouth would never go for Lucas. Nathan maybe. But not Lucas

Lilsky – Thanks! Hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

On the Hill – I almost put that in this chapter. And yes the Lucas isn't going away anytime soon.

Wez – Since most of this is Lucas's fault, he is going to be in the story for a bit. Hopefully you will keep reading!

TexaSunniest – My new Friend! To quote somebody I know 'Angry fucks are the best!'