Chapter Two: I'm Here For You

Peyton was starting to think that Lucas wasn't going to come. She knew he wasn't like that, but he sounded upset on the phone. She wasn't sure what was going on with him, but she was going to find out. They needed to be there for each other, it was the only way they were going to survive the summer. Just as she was about to give up hope, she heard a light knock on the door. She had learned her lesson, even though she was pretty sure it was Lucas, she was going to make sure before she opened the door. She walked up to the door, and looked lightly through the window, right beside the door. It was Lucas, she grabbed the door as fast as she could. She twisted the door open, and throw her arms around his neck.

He knew something was up with her. He needed to be there for her, he knew she needed someone, but thinking about that just made him think about Brooke. That was just to painful, and just the thought of it, made him join Peyton. They both sat on her couch, for a few minutes, both crying. At least they were for completely different reasons. After about five minutes, he pulled himself together, he was supposed to be helping her, not making things worse. He tried to prepare himself for whatever was bringing Peyton down, he just wasn't as prepared as he needed to be.

"Peyton, tell me whats bothering you," Lucas said, as he put his arm around her.

"Luke, you remember me tell you about that reporter, the one who wanted to interview me," she said.

"Yeah, but wasn't she like lying or something," Lucas said, wanting to have his facts right.

"Yeah, well I found out why she had such interest in me," she said.

"Well?" Lucas asked, he hated it when she left him in suspense like that.

"She's my mom Luke," she said, saying the words made it real, and that just made the tears come faster and harder.

He was lost for words, it was like there weren't any words, that could make this better. He thought about, and came to the same conculsion everytime. He had to say something, he didn't want her to think he wasn't interested. He was, but what do you say, when someone tells you that they have another mom.

"Are you sure, I mean really sure she isn't lying?" Lucas finally asked.

"Well, I'm not like one hundred percent, but she knew things about me," she said.

"Have you called your dad?" Lucas asked.

"No, your the only one I've called, I just need you tonight Luke," she said, wrapping her arms tighter around him.

They sat there like that, in peace for a little bit.

"I should probably go, you need to get some sleep," Lucas said getting up.

"Luke, you actually think I'm going to be able to sleep," Peyton said, looking more frightened.

"What can I do, to help you sleep," he asked, wanting to help.

"Could you stay, please Luke," she said.

"Yeah, I can do that," Lucas said, putting his arm around her, as they made they're way up the stairs.

Brooke's flight had just landed, and she was getting into her cab. All she kept thinking, was that she might lose him. Three months was a long time, that was enough time to get over her. She hadn't been very nice to him, in fact she kept playing it over and over in head. Why had she been so stupid, she loved him. She hadn't stopped loving, she just pretended like it. Thats what got her through the day, she couldn't take him rejecting her again, but then the man she loved confessed his love for her. What does she do, she not only turns him down, no she was a bitch to him to. It hurt to think about it, it made her want to cry again. Before she knew it she was at her parents house. She got out of the cab, and paid him the fare, and grabbed her bags. She was tired, she just wanted to get in the house and go to sleep.

"Hi honey, did you have a nice flight," Mrs. Davis asked.

"Oh yeah, mom it was excellent," Brooke said, in that sarcastic tone of hers.

"Whats the matter," her mother asked her.

"I'm just tired mom, you know jet lag and all, I think I'm gonna lay down for a bit," she said.

"Okay, don't worry, Johnny will get your bags," her mom said.

"Alright, wheres my room at," Brooke asked.

"It's up the stairs and to the right, it's the second door on the left," her mom said, making her way to the tennis court.

Great, it's the same, just a different state. What I would give for some actual parents.

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