Peyton had left Mouth's about an hour ago, and had been driving around Tree Hill, Keith asleep in the backseat. Although she had talked to her friend for a little over two hours, she was still unsure what to do. Peyton knew there was someone else she needed to talk to, but also knew she had to go home first, before she could see him.
I'll go home, I'm sure Lucas will be asleep by now. I'll tuck the baby into bed, pack up some things and take off for a couple days, Peyton thought, planning her escape.
Nearing her street, Peyton's heart began to race. She knew she may be making a big mistake, but she no longer cared. Taking a deep breath, she turned onto her street, preparing to see her home for what could be the last time.
Brooke had stayed with Lucas for approximately three hours, and both of them had now forgotten why she had even come to begin with. They had spent the entire time talking and laughing, and had turned Lucas's living room into a huge buffet of chips, dip, popcorn, soft drinks, ice cream, whip cream and chocolate sauce.
"Would you rather kiss a donkey or streak at a formal dinner party?" Lucas asked as part of the childish game they were playing, "Would You Rather?" They were sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in Brooke's lap.
"Well, a donkey can also be called an ass, so you're basically asking would I rather streak or kiss you?" Brooke teased, laughing.
"Is that right?" Lucas asked, lunging for Brooke, the popcorn falling onto the floor.
"Luke, stop!" Brooke exclaimed as Lucas tickled her relentlessly.
"Never!" Lucas yelled. Brooke tried desperately to squirm away, but settled on hitting him until he let go.
"Fine, I'll stop," Lucas finally said, letting go of Brooke's sides and sitting up.
"What happened to never?" Brooke asked flirtatiously, a huge smile on her face. Lucas was silent, and just stared into her beautiful brown eyes.
"Luke?" Brooke asked, her smile fading. Again, Lucas did not respond in words, but instead pulled Brooke towards him and kissed her passionately on the lips.
At first, Brooke was in shock, and tried to pull away. But after a couple of seconds, she just melted into the kiss, into Lucas's arms. She pulled him in closer, never wanting the kiss to stop.
They were both so absorbed in each other, in the passion they'd missed for so long, that neither of them heard the key in the door.
"Peyton!" Lucas exclaimed, pulling away from Brooke and jumping off the couch.
Did he just call me Peyton? Brooke though angrily, before she figured out who must be standing behind her. Oh shit.
"It's funny how you got so pissed at me when I kissed Lucas while you were dating him. But I bet now that you've kissed him while he's my husband and the father of my baby, you expect me to forgive you right away. Not going to happen, Brooke."
"Peyton, wait," Lucas called, chasing after her as she ran from the apartment, Keith in her arms.
Brooke remained in the apartment and cried.