Installment Number 2, I am really trying to put more in, but school is really kicking my butt. I do not own anything, and any medical things may be fictional to make it fit with the story. Thanks =)
"Did you ever call the doctor Luke?" I called, Luke was in the kitchen cooking up what smelled delightfully like pasta or something italian.
"I told you I would, didn't I?" His voice echoed back into the bedroom where I lay clad a night dress that I had pulled on just for the hell of the occasion, I wondered if Lucas had even seen it.
"Yes, but did you?" I stood and began to walk towards the kitchen, one foot in front of the other coyly and with much seduction, I held my hands at either side of the door frame and sighed, "You know what happens when you don't do what I ask..."
My focus was quickly broken when Lucas turned around, pot in hand and nearly spilled the steaming contents all over the floor before crumbling to the ground, his hand clenching his chest, "Fuck." He mumbled, and quickly tried to collect himself and the pot, which had now spilled little bits of pasta amongst the kitchen floor, I was in a state of shock, seeing the strong boyfriend of mine crumble suddenly nearly left me breathless, once I came to, I quickly ran to his aid.
"Lucas, my god are you okay?" I asked hurridley, pushing aside the pasta from his hands and quickly collecting him in my arms.
"Peyton, Peyton I'm fine, I just slipped, you know these floors, always so damn slippery," He climbed to his feet and I as well, he was wiping invisible things from his shirt and wincing in some pain I had not come to notice, he must have noticed my worried look for he quickly kissed me and held me, whispering, "Please don't be scared."
I pushed away from him, tears welling in my eyes as I angrily spat, "Be scared of what? You just fell on the floor without any cause that I am aware of Lucas," He sighed and my lips began to tremble, "What is going on with you?"
He went to pick up the pot but I leaned to grab it first, putting it back on the stove and returning to stare at Lucas, he put a hand to my cheek but I turned away, "Just tell me." I whispered, now refusing to make eye contact with him.
He sighed, I swear if he sighed one more time there would be no breath for me to knock out of him, especially if he didn't tell me, "My chest, well, heart rather," I gulped and met his eyes, "It's just been hurting lately, and Dr. Hollister,"
"So you did call?" I asked.
"Peyton, please."
"I'm sorry." My eyes were clouding over with tears now.
"Dr. Hollister told me it could be something as little as heart burn, but he wants me to get it checked out as soon as I can."
"Which would be when?"
"Next Monday."
"I'm going with you." I stated matter-of-factly.
"No, Peyton you aren't."
"Don't you dare tell me what I am to do or not to do Lucas Scott, if I want to go find out what's wrong with your heart I will do it."
He put his hands on both sides of my face and pressed his forehead to mine, at this point I was steadily crying and he kissed each tear that fell, "I just want to do this alone." He claimed, I nodded, too scared to fight anymore and pulled back from his touch, wiping my cheeks.
"So," I exclaimed, "About this pasta." I chuckled half heartedly.
He smiled and kissed my shoulder, hugging me from behind, "Let's go get some pizza and a movie instead."
I nodded and turned to face him, kissed him hard, and walked into the bedroom, coming out with my pocketbook and keys, he grabbed my hand and we left for the night.