Lucas looked down at his black shoes. The day was shiny but to sad for him to notice the shining sun. He had just lost one of his best friends. He readjusted him self in the chair he sat in and listened to the priest words. Friends and family were there for Marvin McFadden's funerals. Between all of the crying peoples, Lucas Scott seemed to be the saddest. He was the last person who had ever talked to Mouth before he killed him self. But why would the kid do such a thing? He had tones of friends that liked him. Those thoughts were unbearable for Lucas. Brooke approached him slowly.
"Hey sweetie, you okay?"
Lucas didn't respond. He stared as the ceremony almost ended.
"Lucas, please talk to me!"
"I'll need some time alone Brooke…" was all he managed to say without even looking at her. Her pretty face dropped. She sat next to him and crossed her arms. The girl started sobbing. "Are you breaking up with me?"
"That's it Brooke! I'm breaking up" he said still looking the coffin. Brooke felt tears burning in her eyes but she never let them fall. She just walked away leaving a saddened Lucas all by him self.
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The blonde kid entered his mom café after the funerals. Karen was there as usual, helped by Haley who was watched by Nathan who sat at the counter. Lucas just walked past them and sat at the other side of the counter. Karen joined him and sat on the chair next to him.
"How was it?"
"Don't really want to talk about it…" he moaned.
"Okay…but when you do" the woman said.
"I'll see" Lucas groaned and lowered his head. Haley sat next to him. Seeing her friend's bad mood, she decided not to say anything for awhile. Lucas' best friend just rubbed his back. Lucas didn't move. Nathan arrived at his sides.
"Hey man, how you holding?"
Lucas sighed. "I'm wondering…why would a guy like Mouth want to kill him self?"
"I don't know" Nathan dropped his shoulders. He didn't really know Mouth but he knew the kid wouldn't do something like that. "I'm sorry, man" Nathan said to his brother.
"Yeah, me too" Lucas said.
Haley kept rubbing his back. Lucas didn't say anything. He just turned to face Haley and opened his arms. She offered him the most comforting hug she could. When they pulled apart, Lucas offered her a weak smile. Haley had a shiny one which made Lucas feel a little better already. Mouth's mom entered the café. When Lucas saw her, his face dropped.
"Hey miss McFadden"
"Luke, my god!" she cried before throwing herself in the kids arms. Lucas hugged her.
"I'm sorry" he said. Mrs. McFadden whipped a tear that had fallen. "I know you are. I miss him you know! Anyways, I thought you would have liked to have those" she handed him a bag full of tricks. Lucas pulled out Mouth's favourite cap and some stuff he seen before. He smiled weakly. "Thank you. Really, this is amazing from you. Thank you so much!" he said sobbing, tears swelling in his eyes. "That's fine kid, just take care of yourself okay?!" she said before leaving the café. Lucas wanted to cry out. He had just found a picture of him and Mouth. Well this goes directly on my dresser he thought as he walked back to the counter and dropped to bag on it.
"What is that?" Haley asked.
"Stuff Mouth's mom gave me" he answered.
"That's sweet!" they heard from behind. Lucas turned over to see Peyton. He smiled weakly realizing he hasn't even noticed her. "Hey Peyton, what's up?" he asked. She smiled weakly and embraced him in a friendly hug. "I've seen better!" she said when they drew apart. "Me too…" he groaned. She made a half-smile.
"So what do we got here" she asked, sitting herself on the counter. She dove her hand in the bag and grabbed a small pile of books. "We got, huh, Julius Caesar and, huh, The Great Gatsby! If you don't read that one I'll borrow it from you, I love that book!" she exclaimed. "It's one of the best books I've ever read with that Nick and James guy, well, Gatsby!" she said. Lucas smiled. "I didn't even know you actually read!" he chuckled. "I can be full of surprises!" she winked. Lucas grinned. "Right, what else?" he said. She switched F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby to find a game pocket. "Huh, Stay Alive…that's a game I guess, never heard of it!"
"Me neither" Nathan exclaimed, "And god knows I know a lot about games!" he added. Haley smiled at him. "Yeah babe, you rule!" she said. They all started laughing except Lucas. "What's wrong Luke" Peyton asked.
"Something just doesn't feel right. That's the game Mouth played the night he died." He said. They stopped laughing and became more serious until Nathan started laughing again. "Alright then! It sounds cool! Let's boot it up!" he said. Haley smacked him on the shoulder and Lucas sent him an evil look. "Maybe he's right" Peyton said, everyone turning to face her. "I mean, I think we should play. Nobody heard about it, it should be fun!" she said.
"Why not" Haley inquired, "it should be real fun! Plus, I never played video games so you guys are going to have someone to laugh at!" she pointed. Peyton giggled. "See, that's my girl" Nathan smiled.
"I don't know guys…" Lucas said. Peyton offered him the most pleading puppy dog look. "Please Lukie, do it for me! Please, please, please, please!" she said shaking him. Lucas let out a huge sigh. "Fine then…we'll play tonight! But Nathan, you let us borrow your home sweet home!" he said.
"Alright! You're all invited to my apartment tonight!" he said. Haley smacked him. "What?" he asked. Haley grinned "You're all invited to our apartment tonight!"
I know my chapters are short but it's going to get longer. I also wanted to explain why I broke the Brucas thing, first because I didn't feel like they should be in couple for what will happen and second is because my sweet reviewer leytonlover3 sent me an amazing review and I had to do it for you! And yeah, I know the song from plain white T's and I love it! The new one is not that bad too, anyways, you want something in the story, leave me a review and I'll make it up to you. Love you readers.
Next: Peyton invites Brooke for the night/ the gang plays the game everyone dies to play/ someone get killed…mwouhaha, lol. Keep reading.
