Hello, Hello! I can't tell you how happy you all make me feel. So here's another chapter! I have to say I've had no problem with writers block on this story, which is more than I can say for my other stories. Keep your fingers crossed that it stays that way. Read on!
-whit
Ch.3 I'll catch up with my body later
Brooke came back home to find Peyton's car in the driveway and stereo blasting; just as she had done for the past two days. After that night at TRIC Peyton had fallen in to some sort of slump and only went in to work for a few hours, doing probably nothing, and listened to music at an annoying tone.
Brooke threw her keys on the console table and set her purse next to them. Another day at the boutique had only given her a headache and all she wanted to do was turn off the damn music, have a drink and watch re-runs of America's Next Top Model.
"Peyton!" Brooke yelled as she walked down the hall and into the kitchen.
The kitchen was a mess, clearly an indication that Peyton had attempted to make dinner. Brooke rolled her eyes and made her way into the living area to turn off the music. The living room was another mess but instead of scraps of food there were cd's and records lying around. Brooke turned off the stereo and sighed loudly; this pouting thing had to end.
"B. Davis…" Peyton said as she came up behind Brooke, causing Brooke to jump, "…I didn't hear you come in."
"You probably didn't hear me leave either." Brooke whispered.
"What?"
Brooke just shook her head and headed back into the kitchen. "So, what did you make roomie?" Brooke asked, leaning on the island.
Peyton bit down on the inside of her lip, "Well I did make spaghetti but well most of it didn't turn out…"
Sighing, Brooke nodded, "You'll get better at it, I did."
Brooke walked over to the fridge and started pulling out some food. She caught Peyton staring at her from the corner of her eye and fidgeting with her hands. But Brooke was tired of guessing what Peyton wanted; Brooke needed one night where she wasn't trying to make Peyton feel better.
"I'm gonna go over to Luke's tonight." Peyton said suddenly.
"I don't think that's a good idea Peyton…" Brooke knew it was a bad idea to say that but she had to; Peyton needed to face reality.
"Why not? I've given him space and now it's time we talked."
Pursing her lips Brooke debated whether or not to tell Peyton all the things she had been thinking about the past few days. She had already cursed Peyton for her little act at TRIC, Brooke wasn't sure if she was ready to endear another fight.
"Peyton I can't believe you would go and kiss him. Again." Brooke scolded, just moments after Lucas left.
Haley turned to Peyton, "You what?!"
"I didn't want to cause any trouble…"
Haley scoffed, "Uh huh, I'm sure…"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Peyton asked as she walked closer to Haley.
Brooke immediately stepped in between the two and spoke before Haley could say anything, "What Haley means is that what did you think was going to happen Peyton? He has a girlfriend…"
"Didn't stop her before…" Haley said slyly.
Peyton lowered her head and whispered, "I think I'm still in love with him."
Haley bit her lip to stop herself from saying anything. She paced on her feet a bit before heading back into the club.
"Peyton, you just can't…" Brooke stopped to think, "I love you but you can't keep doing this. It's not fair to him or yourself. It's especially not fair to Lindsey, whether you like her or not."
"I need to talk to him. And it's the perfect time…"
"Why? Because Lindsey's out of the picture?" Brooke asked, more than frustrated with Peyton. "That's a little low, don't you think?"
"God Brooke, why are you against me in all of this?"
"Peyton I am not against you, but I cannot let you do this." Brooke persisted. "He is not in love with you anymore. How many more times are you going to put yourself in this situation Peyt?"
Peyton shook her head, "You don't know that and I don't need your permission to go talk to him." Peyton voice rose significantly as she got more and more defensive.
"Fine, do what you want. I need a break." With that Brooke left the house in a huff.
--x—
Its funny how days start to blend into one another, how time just fizzles away and you're left with guessing what time it is. You wake up and go to work but only your body goes with you; your mind is left somewhere else. And at the end of the day you need something to take away the longing you feel; the longing for your mind to work again.
"Can I get another?" Lucas asked the bartender as he held up his beer bottle
"Ryan will you give this man a real beer? No more of that crap he was drinking." A voice said from behind.
Lucas smiled from his seat and just shrugged at the bartender. Someone sat down beside him and signaled the bartender.
"I'll have the same as him and a shot, please."
"Tough day?" Lucas asked.
"You have no idea…"
"Try me…" Lucas said as he turned towards the one person who had not yelled at him the past couple of days.
"The boutique is turning out to be a bomb and Victoria won't leave me alone; she's constantly on my case. I swear to god, she's just waiting for me to fail."
"Well you won't…"
The bartender sat the beers down along with the shot and Lucas signaled to get one of his own.
"Right, because I'm fiercely independent and I'm going to change the world someday…blah blah blah…"
Lucas shocked offense, "There was no blah blah blah in there…at least not that I remember."
Brooke laughed, "In your next book make sure my character kills her mother…"
"I'll make a memo of that."
Lucas' shot was placed in front of him as he fiddled with the label on his beer can. Mention of his next book reminded Lucas that he should be at home writing. But it's not like if Lucas was at home he would be writing anyway.
"How are you doing?" Brooke asked with a tilt of her head but Lucas just shrugged. "Have you talked to her?"
"Just once and most of the time she reminded me to write. I thought I had it right this time…but I don't know anymore." Lucas took a slug of his beer.
"Well it's not over until the fat lady sings." Brooke said as if that would make everything better.
Lucas just looked at Brooke and laughed. "So, aren't you going to yell at me?"
"Why would I yell at you?" Brooke asked.
"Ya know, for screwing up yet again…"
Brooke thought for a moment; it only seemed fair. She had yelled at Peyton, twice, and it took two people to make this mistake. But something inside Brooke told her not to, that Lucas didn't want this to happen.
Instead Brooke raised her shot, "To a night of no yelling."
Lucas raised his shot as well, "I'll drink to that."
xxxx
So, there's some Brucas for all you crazy Brucas lovers! I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Hit that review button and make me one happy girl!
Personal Thank You(s):
Brooke D.- I totally agree with your rambling and I think that's what inspired me to write this. Thanks for reading and reviewing. Hope you liked this chapter!
GreedxEd- Yeah Peyton has a funny way of working, huh? Thanks for reading!
PrettyGirl03- Well, keep reading to find out if you're right. I'm glad you're so into it that makes it more fun for me!
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