INSIDE OF A BULIDING - DAY TIME
Peyton talks with her therapist.
Miss Johnson speaking.
MISS JOHNSON: And what did that do to you? What emotions came over you as you spent this time together with him?
Peyton sits up in the chair, Miss Johnson joting down notes onto the notepad as she crosses her legs in the chair across from Peyton's.
Peyton taking some time before answering, then does...
PEYTON: It's Lucas, you know? All types of emotions come over you when you're with him.
MISS JOHNSON: Explain them to me.
Peyton then checks her watch.
PEYTON: Um, look at the time.
Miss Johnson rolling her eyes.
MISS JOHNSON: Oh, don't pull that one. That's the oldest trick in the book.
Peyton getting up.
PEYTON: I really gotta go.
Miss Johnson standing up as well, watching Peyton move towards the door and open it.
MISS JOHNSON: Peyton! I'm not here for my health. I'm here to help you. If you don't talk to me, how's any of that gonna happen?
Peyton stops...her back still turned to the woman...then readily looks back over her shoulder at her.
PEYTON: You wanna know what emotion I felt while with Lucas, Miss Johnson?
Miss Johnson is still listening.
Peyton telling.
PEYTON: Fear.
And with that daunting word, out the door Peyton goes, shutting it behind her.
AS OUTSIDE
We see Peyton getting into her convertible and backing out of the parkway.
AS BACK INSIDE OF THE BUILDING
Miss Johnson steadily watching the closed door, perplexed by her young patient's delima.
Her cell phones soons goes off.
Miss Johnson answering it.
MISS JOHNSON: (on the phone) Yes...your father there?
She waits for the reply.
MISS JOHNSON: Then let's work this out, shall we?
CUT TO:
MISS JOHNSON'S HOUSE
IN THE LIVINGROOM
Dr. Johnson sitting on the couch...
Miss Johnson coming in through the front door...
...and Wallace coming down the stares, a somber look on his face as he watches them.
Miss Johnson closing the door behind her, and throwing her purse and notes to the couch as she crosses her arms in disappointment at her son, eyes set firmly on him.
Everyone looking to each other.
LATER
Wallace is in a chair before the two of them -- all discussing his problem.
WALLACE: So you guys are really gonna drop this? Not mention it all?
MISS JOHNSON: Well, you said this girl is claiming you did it. Doesn't mean you did.
DR. JOHNSON: And besides...if she comes forth with this bogus story, then that will be when we really address the problem. Or possible problem, that it is.
Mis Johnson inhales and exhales deeply.
MISS JOHNSON: Meanwhile, you are to stay clear of this girl. This Sharee person, you understand?
Wallace nods his head.
His mother taking in a deep breath before she exhales again.
MISS JOHNSON: Rape is a serious charge, Wallace.
Dr. Johnson finishing the sentence.
DR. JOHNSON: That's why we need to know.
But it's his mother who is the one to ask.
MISS JOHNSON: Did you rape this girl? Did you rape Sharee?
Wallace angers.
WALLACE: What? You said you believed me.
Dr. Johnson trying to comfort him.
DR. JOHNSON: And we do, son.
Miss Johnson reaching over and caressing his hand.
MISS JOHNSON: But the questioned still needs to be asked...Did you do it?
Wallace is still frowning, looking from one parent to the other...
his parents awaiting the answer eagerly...
...Wallace changing his features to a calm one...a sincere look on his face now...
...and then...
WALLACE: No, mom. No, Dad. I did not rape Sharee.
They stare at him, Miss Johnson and Dr. Johnson holding hand.
Wallace reassures them again.
WALLACE: You have my word.
They instantly bomrush him with hugs and kisses, joyous murmur as they run their fingers through his red hair.
MISS JOHNSON: Oh, my baby.
DR. JOHNSON: Knew my boy didn't do it.
DR JOHNSON AND MISS JOHNSON BOTH SAYING: We believe you, Wallace. Never doubt you again.
Wallace grips into their hugs, holding tightly as we see his face frown like hell has just welcomed him in.
Not enough hugs in the world can keep those damn frowns away.
AS AT A NEARBY GROCERY STORE
INSIDE
Busy with people purchasing items and shopping as can be expected.
IN AILSE 4
Lucas is moving his buggy...Aaron beside him.
LUCAS: Which bags of ships you said you wanted again?
AARON: Doritos. The best kind.
Lucas grins.
LUCAS: Guess they are.
He grabs the bags from the shelf.
Aaron grabbing whatever else he can and stuffing it into their cart.
AARON: Now that I think about it, chips shouldn't be in aisle four.
Lucas ponders.
LUCAS: Yeah, think they're having an off-day.
Aaron claps his hands together.
AARON: Okay, let's get outta here.
Aaron starts leaving, trying to sneak off, but Lucas catches this little plan.
LUCAS: Hold on a second.
He moves to Aaron.
LUCAS: I told you...
Lucas reaching into the boy's shirt and pulling out a can of something.
LUCAS: No hot Salsa To The Max.
Aaron folds him arms angrily.
AARON: Man!
Lucas putting the salsa back onto the shelf.
LUCAS: Won't have your father bitcing me out about your having to be rushed to the hospital for tounge burns or something crazy like that.
Aaron rolls his eyes.
AARON: Whatever.
Lucas takes control of the buggy again.
AS AT THE CHECK-OUT LINE
The cashier is scanning the various items, Lucas and Aaron have racked up.
Aaron noticing something creepy.
AARON: Hey who are those weird guys watching you?
Lucas looks up, seeing the investigators from the crime site awhile ago, now looking his way, all dressed in black. Damn, it's almost like that damn Will Smith movie. You know, without the aliens.
The Investigators pick up news papers from the news stand, pretending to read them, but making it no apparent secret that they are there because of Lucas. Watching him.
Lucas pats a hand to Aaron's shoulder as he frowns.
LUCAS: Don't worry about it.
AS LATER EVENING
IN SOME FAST FOOD PLACE
Wallace is inside sitting by himself, a few teens at other tables chowing down.
Wallace with a half-eaten pizza before him as he sips his coke.
Abuptly some of the kids get up, laughing and obviously ready to leave, but first approaching Wallace.
GIRL: Hey, Wallace?
He looks up at them.
A boy talking this time.
BOY: Yo! We havin' a party at Richie's tonight. Thought you could come.
Wallace looks down at the floor.
WALLACE: Oh, I don't know.
The girl insist.
GIRL: Oh, come on. You've gotta come. You're like the life of the party.
Boy touches his girlfriend on the face gently.
BOY: There hasn't been a party yet, babe.
She explains.
GIRL: Well, when there is, he'll be the light of it.
BOY: Life.
Girl correcting herself.
GIRL: Yeah, life.
Wallace leaning back in his chair.
Girl leaning toward him.
GIRL: There'll be hot girls...and we all know the ace-man can't pass up hot girls.
Wallace still looks unsure, the other kids nudging him on.
OTHER KIDS: Ace-man.
Wallace grinning.
WALLACE: Okay, okay.
They all slap hands, the kids exiting the restuarant as their girl says one last thing:
GIRL: Party is on.
Wallace just stares at the door they went out of.
He then bends down his head. The party won't help him. Nothing can.
AS AT LUCAS' HOUSE
IN THE DEN
Lucas and Aaron are at a table. The game of chess set up. Snacks to their sides.
Lucas watches Aaron move the horse piece skillfully and amusingly.
It's not like Lucas is the best at this damn game anyway. At least not better than this young boy before him.
LUCAS: Now how is this suppose to help me again?
AARON: Just play.
Lucas picks up his piece.
LUCAS: But it's just --
Aaron plainly frustrated, cuts him off mid-sentence, going ahead and answering.
AARON: You play. You discover more about yourself. More about the tactics and maneuvers you are willing to go to. The more you discover about the tactics and maneuvers of how your mind works. The more you discover about the tactic and motives of why you keep creepy pictures of your exes.
Lucas is insulted.
LUCAS: Hey! They aren't creepy.
Aaron rolling his little eyes.
AARON: If you say so.
LUCAS: Yeah, I say so.
Lucas trying to move is piece around, but instead knocking over his glass of soda, messing up the entire play board.
Aaron cursing.
AARON: Damn!
LUCAS: Sorry.
AARON: You messed up the board, you jerk-butt.
Aaron wiping it down with the cloth.
He sighs.
AARON: Ah, it's too late for that bull. That was a cheaper version, definitely lously paperback. I was too into my cards to buy the real thing.
Lucas stands, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looks to Aaron.
LUCAS: So, what now?
CUT TO:
Lucas and Aaron
IN THE LIVINGROOM
at another table, playing checkers.
The game is a close one.
Aaron cursing under his breath.
AARON: Crap.
Lucas grins.
Lucas scoring.
AARON: You're about to win.
LUCAS: That, I am.
Lucas has the red checker in his hand...
...moving to the board as he steadies the plastic...
CLATTER!
All the checkers falling to floor.
Aaron angrily looking up at the unluckiest guy in the world.
Lucas has fouled up again.
...Excuses.
LUCAS: How was I suppose to know it'd break down if I moved it that way?
Aaron just pouts.
Lucas looking across at him with optimism.
LUCAS: Don't suppose you'd wanna start over?
Aaron gives him a "what the F" face.
AS LATER AT THE TEEN PARTY
INSIDE
More kids than thought possible are packed in there.
Jamming to their favorite music, making out, drinking beer and doing all the crap parents would ground their asses for.
Wallace just broods on the couch, his back turned from everyone.
FIVE FEET AWAY FROM WALLCE
Stands Tammy...
her best friends, Janice and Britney besde her.
All of there eyes are on Wallace.
JANICE: There he is, girl.
BRITNEY: Yeah, go get him.
Tammy smiles mischeviously.
TAMMY: You know I will.
Tammy pulls at her skirt, trying to make it perfect, and off she goes.
AS BACK TO WALLACE
Tammy appraoches.
TAMMY: Thought I'd find you here.
Wallace just glances up at her, and then, just as quickly glances away.
That doesn't bother Tammy, however.
She puckers her lip.
TAMMY: After all, the party doesn't really start until you're here, right?
She leans into him, kissing on his neck.
Wallace shrugging.
WALLACE: Back off, Tammy.
She sneers, though still leaning over him,to give a great view of her breasts bulging out of her revealing shirt.
TAMMY: Why, something wrong, baby?
She touches a hand to his thy.
TAMMY: Because I can make you feel...
She inches up it...
TAMMY: Really.
She inches up to it some more.
TAMMY: Really good.
Now, almost at her destination, she simles.
Wallace jumping to his feet, moving the hell away from her.
WALLACE: God, Tammy! Could you be anymore desperate.
Tammy wipes at her lipstick.
The whole crowd watching now, music stopping.
Tammy not seeming to notice as she confronts Wallace.
TAMMY: What's that suppose to mean?
Wallace makes it clear.
WALLACE: It means... I don't want you.
A few gasps from the teens.
Tammy still focusing on Wallace as he moves even closer to her, and at her ear, says something lightly.
WALLACE: Yet you still throw yourself at me like the skank who just can't be stopped.
Wallace furiously leaving the pary.
The teens all conjuring up one long: OOOOH!
The door slamming.
Tammy looking around to the others.
TAMMY: Oh, shut up!
AS AT LUCAS' HOUSE, LATER NIGHT
Lucas and Peyton are lying down, side by side.
PEYTON: This was a really good idea, Luke.
LUCAS: Yeah, it was.
PEYTON: No, wait, it wasn't.
LUCAS: Just crazy.
PEYTON: Totally crazy.
LUCAS: What was I thinking?
PEYTON: Yeah, what were you thinking?
AS WE PULL BACK
to show see Lucas and Peyton are actually on top of Lucas' roof.
Lucas and Peyton sitting up to look around.
PEYTON: So what made you think of doing this anyway?
LUCAS: Aww -- something I saw on Dawson's Creek once while flipping by.
PEYTON: Do we really need references to a show where the teen life complications make ours look silly in comparison?
LUCAS: Guess not.
They both laugh, lying back down.
Lucas smirking.
LUCAS: Although, I think ours would make theirs look silly in comparison.
PEYTON: Oh, yeah.
They giggle.
PEYTON: What if one of us falls off?
LUCAS: Not gonna happen. Got bungee-jump rope to help stabilzie us.
Peyton laughs, hitting him the leg.
PEYTON: Stop playing.
LUCAS: Okay.
It's quiet, the sound of crickets chirping.
Then...not so quiet.
LUCAS: How was your night at Tric?
PEYTON: Same.
She sighs.
PEYTON: Can't believe you weren't there.
LUCAS: I was busy. Problems and stuff.
PEYTON: This wouldn't have anything to do with the blood I saw on your shirt that night, would it? The night you spent at my house?
It's quiet again. Well, quiet from Lucas' way anyway.
PEYTON: Are you ever gonna tell me about that?
Lucas switches the topic on her.
LUCAS: Are you ever gonna tell me --
He stops...
Peyton looking over at him...
PEYTON: No, what, Lucas? Tell you what?
Lucas just looks up at the stars.
LUCAS: Nothing.
PEYTON: No, really, I wanna hear. You can't just ask a half-question like that and just leave it at that.
Peyton continues to stare in his direction.
Lucas then giving in, and looking her way, scoots closer until he's looking down on her.
LUCAS: Just that...
Peyton waits. She wants to haer this.
Lucas about to say it.
LUCAS: Just that.
PEYTON: Yes?
LUCAS: This!
He quickly takes his hands to her tummy, tickling the hell out of her, Peyton giggling like she's on cloud nine.
LUCAS: Yeah, huh! How come you never told me you were so goddamn ticklish.
Peyton pleading as she chuckles, pushing at his rampant hands.
PEYTON: Stop. Lucas, stop.
He's on top of her now, sitting on his knees as he tickles away.
LUCAS: Stop? Stop, you say? Well, I don't think stop is in my vocabulary.
Peyton pleading once more.
PEYTON: Alright, alright, I surrender...Lucas...I surrender.
He finally stops.
Peyton still giggling from the after effects.
Lucas staring down at her with the most in-deep-thought ever. Just what is he thinking?
Peyton lets out one last chuckle before she really gets the prospects of Lucas' face.
He leans over her, his hands pinning hers down as his face inches closer to hers.
Is he about to?
Wait!
A grin as Lucas's head stops just a breath away from Peyton's.
LUCAS: Surrendering is what you do best, Ms. Sawyer.
He moves away, laughing hard as he lands beside her.
RELIEF! Whoo, that was a close one. Peyton sighing with the tension now gone.
Of course, Lucas would never. It's him and Brooke.
And of course, she would never.
It's her and Jake. That is, if he ever comes the hell back.
But still...there was something in Lucas' eyes that, if only for a moment, that spoke of something more. Yes, Peyton had seen this look before. Only it was when -- No! It couldn't be.
She looks across at Lucas, watching him smile as he stares up at the sky.
Just as she thought... It couldn't be.
Lucas tries to pinpoint constellations as he views the stars.
Was he actually wanting Peyton? Wanting her as in all that deep emotional, loving yet passionate wanting, like all the other times he wanted her, that look in his eyes, like at Dan's party that one time?
Nah! It couldn't be.
He wanted Brooke.
LUCAS: (softly says) I want Brooke.
PEYTON: (softly says) I want Jake.
They then look back at each other.
It' a long enough stare, but somehow quick enough as well.
Then back up at the sky.
Or was all this wanting someone else other than each other one big lie?