Not While I'm Around
The sun shined, little whites clouds were in the perfect blue sky. A new day in Tree Hill, one of the most beautiful days of the year, but for two certain people, the sky was black and full with dark clouds, the shattered sky, as by storm, or at least, they would love it. It would fit perfectly by there feelings. Their feelings, black of guilt, grey of depressing thoughts. Their lives where shattered. They both lost people they loved so much, the most important people in their young and venerable life, both the had done things they regret, they had feelings locked up, and they both wished they could be in each others arms. Maybe they wouldn't admit it, but that was the true. The Lord knows, sure he knew that. There were four people in heaven, knowing that this boy and girl wanted each other so much, but that fate wouldn't let them be what they wanted. That thing called 'fate' isn't fair, and the boy and the girl knew that better than anyone else in this town.
The boy lost his uncle, who was like a father to him, who was going to be his father for real. He was the man that made his mother smile, laugh, young again. He was the man his mother was going to marry, going to grow old with, he would make her happy, and that would make the boy happy too, because his mother deserved to be happy after everything that happened in her life. But just one bullet made an end to his life, and shattered the lives of many other people.
The girl lost her both mothers. The mother, who always cared for her, was like a real mother for her, because the girl didn't know better than that she was, but she died too soon. Just one red light was crossed, and she paid a high prise, her life. The girl also lost her birthmother, who died from breast cancer. The girl only knew her for a short time, the girl had after everything that happened finally put her walls down, to let her in, to hear the music and enjoy, but then her birthmother died.
Yeah life isn't fair, and those two people knew it.
It was afternoon in Tree Hill, Peyton and Lucas were in class, listening to their teacher or at least they tried to do that. For the girl it wasn't so easy. She was drawing. The sketch was a web and Peyton was in the middle of it. And there were wires around her and they made a way away from her, and at the end of the wires there were different persons. A boy was on the right side of Peyton. If you looked close enough, you saw the typical Lucas Scott-smirk, he was above her. The wire right of her left side, at the end of it there was a girl, and it was Brooke. There were much more wires, and there were different persons. Her father, Jake and Jenny, Nathan, her mom and Ellie. Really concentrated she wrote characters above it. 'My Life'. Bell rang, class was over. Slowly Peyton stood up, packed her bag and left the classroom. She was the last one to leave, all the other students were in the hall already, but Peyton took her time, she needed to with her hurt leg, she couldn't go fast. When she finally had made her way into the hall, back to her locker, Lucas stood there waiting for her. Peyton immediately turned around, not Lucas, not now. But Lucas came after her, he had so much to say to her, he wanted to excuse about his behaviour Friday night. It was a big step of the line that he should be walking on. He was still with Brooke and he had hurt that brunette a lot. Sleeping with Peyton, kissing her, wanting to feel her again so close to him. Where was his mind? But it was true, Lucas felt desire when he looked at Peyton. He regretted what happened between Peyton and him, but not for the full hundred percent. Being one with her, had left a really strong feeling on him.
Lucas grabbed her arm and pulled her into a stockroom. Peyton was about to yell but Lucas cut her off. "I'm sorry Peyton, for what happened Friday night in your bedroom." Peyton rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure. Now, leave me alone." She tried to walk away again but Lucas pulled her back. His sorry blue eyes looked into her withholding green eyes, the look was intense. Peyton could feel herself fall into his beautiful eyes, but she wouldn't let it happen, not again. It wouldn't be a good plan, it never was, would never be.
Lucas was the first to talk again. "You haven't talked to anyone lately. Not to me, not to Brooke or Haley or Nathan. They're getting suspicious." She rolled her eyes annoyed. "My life is none of their business!" Lucas closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel her breath on his face. Immediately, without realizing it, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Peyton slapped hard Lucas across his cheek. She looked furious, Lucas took her wrists and held them close to her body. Knowing she was about to kick his ass if he didn't. Finally, she was calm enough again, and Lucas let go off her carefully.
"Get out of your fantasies Lucas, it's never going to happen." She whispered harsh and cold. "What is never going to happen?" Lucas was startled and confused. "Us Lucas. You're with Brooke now. Our chance is passed by." She looked around, and then looked back at Lucas. "And by the way, thank you Luke. Because of you, I need to wear this bandage." She pointed at her injured knee, her voice was ironic. "Longer than I normally would!" Lucas was even more confused. "What? What did I do?" She rolled her eyes. "We had S-E-X, remember?! And our one-nightstand has a few consequences for me. I went to the doctor last week, and he asked me what I had done because there was something not so good with my leg!" "What did you say?" Lucas didn't know how the react, he held is breath. "That I kept trying to walk on it without my crutches. You can breathe again Lucas, our dirty little secret is save with me." She looked angry, near to pure rage. "What did he say further?" He asked silently. "That my recovery was going slower, but that everything would heal but that it would take a whole while"
There they stood, uncomfortable. Silence stretching out in minutes. "Can I go now?" Peyton looked at her arm, Lucas' hand still was on it. Lucas looked baffled, like someone who just woke up from a weird dream. Her eyes getting more intense when she looked at the blond Scott boy. He shook his head at first but then nodded. "Yeah, you can."
He saw how Peyton opened the door and walked away, or rather said, stumble away on her crutches. His heart was hurting, ached for Peyton. But what was he doing or what was he thinking? He was with Brooke, but this feeling for Peyton was so strong, he couldn't think of anything else.
She disappeared into the day. Was it always going to be like this? This unbearable tension between them? This feeling so strong, it took control, even if you didn't want to? Would he always keep it locked up and would she always walk away from him like this?
