So, here's chapter ten! Hope you guys like it! I only have up to chapter eleven written, so ideas as to where you'd like it to go form here would be GREAAT! So, read and review, and maybe drop me a suggestion or two! Heh, I ryhmed. ;D
-muchhho love!, Sonya
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Brooke was sitting next to Peyton, listening to the stupid steady beep that told her Peyton was breathing and alive, just not there. She felt awful when she saw Lucas, so broken and confused. The boy was in love with Peyton; everyone knew it, everyone but him. It was only 2:30 AM and Brooke thought every minute just dragged on. She'd keep looking at the clock, praying for an hour to have passed. But, it had only been a couple minutes. She lay her head on Peyton's bed and grabbed her hand. "Peyton, sweetie, you need to come out of this. I need you. Luke needs you."
Lucas walked in right when she said he needed her. He stepped into the doorway and listened to what Brooke had to say. "He thinks he loves Lindsey. And, I don't know, Peyt, maybe he does. But I don't believe he does. It's always been you and him, true love always. I just, he's my friend, and I hate to see him so… broken. He looks so broody, all the time, and so lost, all the time, and it hurts me to see the two of you so… lost. I just… Peyton, even if he doesn't need you, which he does, I need you, more than anything. You're my best friend. I need you here for the good and the bad. I would just hate to see him walk around, so lost for the rest of his life. And, I just…" Brooke trailed off and started crying. She hated to talk like this, but she knew it was in everyone's mind. What if Peyton didn't make it through this? What would they do?
Lucas decided to make his entrance now. "Hey Brooke, you okay?"
She looked up and quickly wiped her tears. "Yeah, I'm fine broody."
"You don't look fine, pretty girl. What's wrong?"
"Peyton!" she practically yelled. "Peyton's what's wrong, Luke!"
He nodded. "I know, Brooke." Lucas paused, having an internal debate as to whether or not tell Brooke the next part. He decided on telling her, maybe fixing her by saying this. He said, "Hey, you're right."
"About what?" she sniffed.
"I need Peyton."
Earlier…
Lucas opened up the journal towards the end and found a page about after his wedding. He read it.
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I can't believe it. I can't believe that Lindsay walked out on Luke. He looked absolutely devastated. Brooke said that I should go and talk to him. But he said I do. If Lindsay hadn't walked out, they would be married right now. And then Jamie went missing. That crazy nanny, Carrie, took him, and of all people, Dan Scott found him and brought him home. This day has been crazy. I wish that I felt some kind of relief that Luke and Lindsay didn't get married, but the truth is it doesn't matter. Because he would have married her and because he is hurting and I can't stand to watch the people that I love hurt. Especially Luke. And I don't know how to help him and I get the feeling that it is my fault that she left him. I just feel so guilty. I want to help him but I don't know how.
P.
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Lucas felt bad again. Instead of assessing how he felt, he just continued reading.
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Three little words. How can three little words destroy your whole world? I have been hurt so many times in my life. I have been shot. I have been stalked. I have been attacked. I have suffered through the death of two mothers. And that is just the big stuff. But nothing, absolutely nothing that has ever happened to me has ever broken my heart, my soul, as badly as those three little words. I never thought, even after all that we have been through together, never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined those three words coming out of Luke's mouth, directed at me.
Today started out pretty good, aside from Angie having to have surgery. But Haley and I
were working on the album, and Mia surprised us by showing up. All in all it had been a pretty good day. I can't stop thinking about what Mia said about getting Luke drunk because men always tell the truth when they are drunk. When I came out of my office and saw Luke passed out at the bar, my heart just ached for him. He had been going through so much over the past few months. Lindsay leaving him just broke his heart and I just wish that there was something that I could do to help him. I don't know what else to do though. I thought that going to see her and pleading his case would help. I never expected that she would give me his new novel to read. Haley told me that Luke was still in love with me and then Lindsay turned around and basically told me the same thing. I have to admit that after reading the book and listening to what they had said that I had started to think that there might be some hope left after all. That maybe if I just kept living my life, working on the label with Haley and Mia, spending time with Brooke and Angie, and just waited, that maybe things would be okay in the end. So when I saw him sitting there in the bar, passed out, I did what any friend would do, I took him home and put him to bed. I mean I thought we were friends. That's what he said he wanted, and that's what I wanted too. I mean above all else, we had always been friends. I mean that was the point of me telling him that I would let go. So that he could be happy and I could be his friend. When he called out to me as I was leaving I turned with a small smile on my face expecting that maybe he was going to thank me for helping him and instead he said the three words that I have crushed my heart, soul, and spirit, in ways that no one else ever could. He told me that he hated me. That he wished that I had never come back because I had ruined his life.
Mia said men always tell the truth when they are drunk. Does that mean that Luke really
hates me? I can deal with a lot of things but Luke hating me isn't one of them. Whether we were together as a couple or not, I will always believe that Luke is my soul mate. He is the other part of my heart and soul. I can't imagine that I will ever love anyone or be as connected to anyone as I am to him. Luke's the one I want next to me when my dreams come true and he's the one I want standing next to me if they don't. I just wish he realized that was how I felt. I just wish he didn't hate me.
P.
I don't hate her though! He thought to himself. He could never hate Peyton Sawyer, and that was exactly what he told her. Of course, Peyton thought alcohol was a truth serum, and what you say when you're drunk is what you were trying to say when you were sober. But with Lucas that wasn't the case. If he said something while he was drunk, it was probably incoherent and didn't make any sense, or it was a lie. Of course, telling this to Peyton now would make it seem like he was making excuses or something. And of course, whenever he started fights with her, it never helped matters. He couldn't help it though. It was like an instinct whenever Peyton was mad at him lately. He was being extremely childish, and he knew it.
Lucas sighed and pushed his hands through his very, very short hair. He was getting confused and frustrated with his own thoughts, so he got up and headed to the hospital, hoping to sort things out, maybe with Haley or Brooke.
Present, Lucas in Peyton's hospital room with Brooke...
Brooke's head snapped up. "Excuse me?" she asked him.
"I need her Brooke; I need her in my life. She's my soul mate. She's my everything, and she's the one I want to be with in ten years and beyond. She's the one I want; she always has been and always will be."
"Okay, Lucas I get that, but honestly, now? You're figuring this out now? I know you to be slightly... sudden with your choices of girls, and I swear to God Lucas Eugene Scott, this better not be another one of those times."
He shrugged. "Yes and no. Yes because I guess the idea of potentially losing her scares me to death, and no because I've always known it, I was just too afraid to admit it. And I know, Brooke, I've screwed up in the past. Believe me, I know, but this isn't another one of those times. This is serious."
Brooke thought to herself, It better be, then smiled and hugged her friend. "I'm glad Lucas. Now I just hope she comes out of this stupid coma."
Lucas just nodded. "Me too, Brooke. More than you know."