Chapter Eight: Bringing On The Heartbreak
Lucas sat on his bed, thinking hard about both girls. He cared very much about both, but which on did he really love, which one did he need. His thought got cut short when his bedroom door opened slightly.
"Luke, do you need to talk?" Karen asked.
"How did you know?" Lucas asked, waving for her to come in.
"I know you too well, Lucas, whats bothering you?" Karen asked.
"I'm a horrible person, thats whats bothering me," Lucas said.
"I highly doubt that," Karen said.
"Well mom, I have this horrible ability to push away, two people that mean the world to me," Lucas said trying and failing once again to stifle the tears in his eyes.
"Let me guess, Brooke and Peyton?" Karen asked.
"Yeah, my mom why do I keep torturing myself?" Lucas asked.
"Lucas, I know that you care for both of them, and I know that you want to protect them," she paused and put her arm around her son, "But honestly, you really need to set down and pick on to love," she said.
"I know mom, but I'm afraid I'll pick the wrong one," Lucas said.
"Luke, all you have to do, is follow your heart, trust you heart son, it hasn't failed you yet," Karen said, as she got up to leave his room.
"Mom," Luke said, jumping up as fast as he said it.
"Yeah, Luke?" Karen asked, facing her son.
"I love you," Lucas said, hugging her.
He always found comfort in his mother, she had always been there to guide him. Maybe she was right, maybe that was all he needed to do.
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Brooke wasn't entirely sure why she had pulled up to Peyton's, she knew she needed a place to sleep, she just hoped Peyton would let her. What was she thinking of course she would, she was her best friend. Brooke got out of her car and knocked lightly on the door. The door opened with a jerk, and Brooke saw Peyton's father Larry standing in front of her.
"Oh, hey Mister Sawyer, ummm, is Peyton here?" Brooke asked, but then felt incredibly stupid considering Peyton's car was out front.
"Yeah, I just picked her up from Nathan's," Larry said, offering Brooke in.
Brooke walked in, and stood there for a minute as if asking for premission to go upstairs.
"She's in her room," Larry said, pointing up the stairs.
Brooke made her way up the stairs, and felt even more stupid. Why did she always act so damn ditzy around Peyton's dad. She got to Peyton's room, and found that her door was shut. She knocked lightly on it, and waited for an a answer. The door opened and Peyton looked out at her.
"Oh, hey Brooke come on in," Peyton said.
"Hey, I have a question to ask you." Brooke said, coming in and sitting on her bed.
"What is it, B.Davis," Peyton asked.
"Could I stay here tonight, I have like no place to go," Brooke asked.
"Well of course you can," Peyton said, sitting down next to Brooke.
"Thanks, P.Sawyer," Brooke said as she hugged Peyton.
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Lucas decided that in order to make his decision, he needed to clear his head. What better place than the rivercourt he said to himself. He walked out onto the court, and wished he had brought his basketball, like he had planned on. He walked over and sat down on the picnic table. He lowered his head, and labored his breathing. He shut his eyes, and drifted away. Away from Tree Hill, away from the person he was becoming, the person he hated. He hated who had became, the game had changed him, he loved the game, but hated what it was doing to him. He lifted his head, when heard voices. They were familiar voices of course, they were two of his very best friends, Skills and Mouth.
"Hey dawg, how you been?" Skills asked.
"Not to bad, Skills," Lucas said.
"Hey Luke," Mouth said, finally coming into view.
"Hey Mouth," Lucas said.
Lucas got up from the picnic table, and stood in front of his two friends.
"You guys bring a ball with you?" Lucas asked, hoping the answer would be yes.
"Naw, dawg, your mom called us," Skills said.
"Yeah, she said that you were having some problems," Mouth finished.
"Just some girl problems, guys it's nothing really," Lucas said.
"Let me guess, one is named Brooke, and the other is a skinny blonde named Peyton?" Skill asked.
"Yeah," Lucas said, his friendly expression had left, and now he had on a weary one.
"Dawg, I've never seen you so hurt," was all Skills could say.
Mouth walked up right beside Lucas.
"Luke, whatever advice your mom gave you, take it," Mouth said.
"Yeah, dawg, she is only smart lady," Skills said with a smile.
"Thanks guys, but I've gotta run, I've gotta figure out who I love," Lucas said, running off toward his house.
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