"Well if that wasn't the best shower I've ever had, I don't know what is." Lucas said, walking into his room, towel drying his hair.
"Yeah, it was alright." Peyton teased from her spot on his bed.
"Oh Peyton," He said, putting his hand to his heart faking a hurt expression. "how you hurt me with your words."
"Well, since we wasted a half hour in the shower ..oh look, I'm ryhming.." Peyton said.
"Yep, your a poet and you didn't know it." Lucas joked as he walked over to his dresser to fix his hair and what-not.
"Haha, so funny I forgot to laugh." She said sarcastically. "Well, as I was saying, we wasted time so now we have to get moving, I called my dad while you were in the bathroom and told him we'd meet him at the Cafe." She finished.
"Alright, then I guess we should get going." He said as he finished up and walked over to Peyton, grabbing her hand and pulling her off the bed. "I just have to do one thing."
"And what's that?" She asked, already knowing the answer, giving him a seductive smirk.
"This." He said, leaning down to capture her lips with his. Before the kiss had time to deepen, Peyton pulled away.
"We really need to go." She said, grabbing his muscular arm and pulling him out the door.
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"Oh guess what?" Peyton said excitedly as she and Lucas were in the car on the way to the Cafe.
"What?" He asked.
"My dad's going down to the DMV tomorrow to try and get my license ..un-suspended ...if that's a word."
"And how is this a good thing?" He said glancing over at her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, slightly offended.
"Well, I mean, Peyton is to car as oil is to water ...they just don't mix."
"Hey! I am not that bad a driver." She exclaimed, slapping his arm lightly.
He scoffed. "Okay, I'll take 'How did Peyton lose her license' for four hundred, Alex." He joked. "Let's see, you had how many unpaid speeding tickets?"
"A few." Peyton said in a low voice.
"Yeah a few dozen, and what about those poor mailboxes you murdered? Or the five car pile-ups that you almost caused? Or dare I mention that poor innocent squirrel?" He asked rehetorically. "Or shall I remind you of the time you were doing seventy, in a school zone no less, and almost ran straight into a tree? Or-" He was cut off by Peyton.
"Okay, okay, I get it, at ease soldier. So I'm not exactly campaigning for 'Driver of the Year' but I'm not that bad." She tried defending herself, but Lucas shot her a look. "Okay, maybe I am."
"Uhuh."
"Well, regardless, I'm getting my license back, but you can still drive me to school and whatever, I don't want to screw up your routine."
"Yeah, that's code for 'I don't want to get my lazy ass up early to drive myself'." Lucas joked.
"Ya know, I'm your girlfriend, your not supposed to make fun of me." She said, folding her arms across her chest with a pout.
"Aw, I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to upset you with..the truth." That comment earned him a smack in the arm, as they pulled up to the Cafe.
"Yeah, yeah." She said as he walked around to open up her door for her.
"Look, I'm sure after having your license suspended for God knows how long, you're driving habits have... changed for the better." He said, the last part slower than the rest, trying to get off the topic.
"Whatever, I'll prove it to you, I am a good driver, Scott, you'll see."
"Okay, lets end this pointless discussion at that and go have a nice dinner with your father." He said, reaching for her hand.
"Uh, Luke, I didn't tell him about us yet, I don't think hand-holding would be such a good idea."
Lucas sighed and ran a hand through his hair "And when do you plan on telling him?"
"After dinner." She said looking up at him. "Promise."
"Okay." He said nodding. "We'll tell him together."
"Alright." She said as they walked toward the Cafe.
'Why is this such a big deal? God, Peyton pull yourself together. He's your father, your dating your best friend and you have to tell you father, what is the problem?!' Peyton's thoughts were screaming at her. She didn't even know why she was being so wierd about this. She should be happy that she's in this relationship and she should be excited ..hell even giddy about telling her father.
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"There you guys are." Larry said, noticing the arrival of the two blondes.
"Hey Daddy." Peyton said walking up to him to give him a peck on the cheek. Lucas followed and sat down in the empty booth, Peyton slid in next to him.
"Hey Larry, kids." Keith greeted as he walked out of the kitchen up to the booth where they were seated.
"Hi Keith, how are you?" Larry asked.
"I'm good, and yourself?"
"Fine, happy to be home."
"That's good. How're things going with you two lov-" Keith was cut off by the death glare Lucas was giving him and the kick in the shin Peyton gave him. "Uh, what - uh what can I get you guys?"
Larry didn't seem to notice the slip Keith almost made. Apparently, the two 'love birds', which was what Keith was going to say, didn't inform Keith that Larry didn't know about them yet. But he got the message loud and clear.
"Uh, I think I'm going to have a burger." Larry said, looking at the menu.
"Okay, kids? The usual?"
"Sounds good to me." Lucas said, while Peyton nodded.
"What's the usual?" Larry asked as Keith went to fill the orders.
"Oh, burger with pickles and ketchup, order of cheese fries, onion rings, and a Coke." Peyton informed him.
"We eat here almost everyday and we usually stick to the same stuff." Lucas said.
"Well, you two just have your own little routine don't you?" Larry asked earning nods from both teens.
"Uh, Dad there's something I- uh, we need to tell you." Peyton started.
"And what's that?"
"Well, you know Lucas and I have been friends since forever..." Larry nodded. "Well, we're um.."
"We're dating." Lucas blurted while Peyton shot him a look.
"No kidding." Larry said.
"Huh?" Peyton asked turning back to her father with a confused look.
"No offense kids, but you weren't exactly descreet about it." He said.
"Well ..uh... how did you-" Peyton stuttered.
"I saw you in the car outside the house." He said, causing the two to blush. "And Lucas' shirt was on backwards when he left the house the morning, and I'm not an idiot."
Lucas chuckled lightly, he got dressed so quickly, he barely noticed his shirt was backwards. Idiot, he thought. "And you're not surprised, shocked, anything?" Peyton asked.
"No, it was bound to happen."
"And you're okay with it?"
"Why wouldn't I be? Lucas is like a son to me, you've known each other forever, I'm happy for you." And with that Peyton breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks Dad."
"Mhm, now if you'd excuse me, I have to use the restroom." Larry said getting up from the table and heading to the back.
"See, now that wasn't so bad now was it?" Lucas asked after Larry left.
"No, I guess not." She said smiling. "You do realize he saw us making out in your car right?" She said, blushing.
"So what?"
"That doesn't gross you out, its my dad!"
"Oh come on, would you rather him think you were a prude?"
"Well, yeah! He's my dad!" She emphasized the last part, slowly.
"We established that already, now look, its over and done with and now we don't have to hide from your dad." He said taking her hand in his, lacing his fingers through hers.
"Yeah, you're right." She said nodding.
"I'm always right." He said pressing a kiss to her temple before tilting her chin up with his finger to brush his lips against hers.
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Meanwhile...
Brooke Davis and her latest flunky, Theresa were having a conversation on a bench outside the Cafe when Lucas and Peyton had pulled up and walked into the Cafe to meet her father for dinner.
"Ugh, can you believe those two?" Therese commented.
"Who?" Brooke asked.
"Lucas and Peyton, walking around holding hands, kissing, its enough to make me want to gag."
"Yeah whatever."
"I don't see what he sees in her, I mean to dump you for that..."
"I get it, Theresa." Brooke interupted. "Whatever, Lucas Scott is totally off my radar."
"Yeah right."
"What was that?"
"He is so not your radar Brooke, whenever you see them together you tense up and send them the death glare."
"Yeah well, he had his chance and he gave it up for that fake blonde."
"And it pisses you off that she got him and you didn't."
"Shut up Theresa. I could have Lucas Scott if I wanted him." Brooke said as she eyed Lucas and Peyton through the Cafe window. What does she have, that I don't besides a horrible dye job? Brooke though as she cringed at the site of him kissing her.
"You do want him." Theresa muttered. She was right, Brooke did want Lucas, she didn't know why exactly, all she knew was she wanted him and she didn't want that bean-pole blonde to have him.
"I need a drink." She mumbled before getting up and heading for the nearest bar.
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AN: Okay, I'm not really happy with this chapter, but oh well. I'm sorry for the lack of updates, but with school starting up, I really don't have a lot of free time, but I despise authors who don't finish their work, so I will finish! No worries there. Now, you probably get the sense of where I'm going with the Brooke thing...but that won't happen for a few chapter, I'm just setting the scene now. And right now, I've hit a bump in the road, I know where I want it to go, but I don't know how to get it there, so now whatever happens is off the top of my head. Bare with me, and I apoligize for the spelling errors, or continuity issues, but my Word trial expired and I don't have spell check lol.
Hope you're still reading!!!