"Is it ever gunna end"

"What?"

"This damn game you keep playing. One minute your fine and laughing, acting like everything is great and the next all you wanna do is bitch"

"Sorry to inconvenience you"

"This has nothing to do with inconvenience…it has to do with you picking damn fights all the time and I'm tired of it. You wanna fight over the stupidest things and then they turn into something huge." He watched her get up from the couch. "What do we have here…could it be that she's leaving again? Well what could I expect…that what you always do…pick a fight and walk out."

"So maybe I just shouldn't come back this time…would that make you happy"

"You always come back…and then a week from now we're right back in this same position and you'll walk out again. Commitment…it's a big scary word isn't it."

"No but you're an ass"

"Why don't you just admit that you're scared? Isn't that why you're always running away?"

"Of coarse…you said it after all...so it must be true. I mean you know so damn much about me…so let me just take your word for it…I'm obviously scared."

"Oh how I love your damn sarcasm. I can't help but wonder why I'm still standing here and why I keep having this same damn argument with you. What the hell is the point…are you ever gunna open up and make some kind of change?"

"Why should I…" she grabbed the lamp from the side table and launched it at him. "…just to make you happy I don't think so."

"Jesus…" he ducked and listened to the lamp hit the wall, shattering around him. "…you can be such a cold hearted bitch sometimes." Her hand grabbed the doorknob and flung the door open, she turned back to glare at him. "GO ahead and leave…that's what you do best isn't it.

"Fuck you" he watched as she spun on her heel and walked out the door, slamming it hard behind her. She had known two months ago that things wouldn't stay simple.

Brooke jumped slightly when she heard the knocking at her door. She wasn't expecting anyone…that meant it was Peyton. It had become a weekly thing for a livid Peyton to show up at Brooke's front door, ready to scream and yell about Lucas. The brunette dragged her feet towards the front door and pulled it open. She was shocked to find her best friend standing there with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Peyt…" She pulled the blonde into a tight hug.

"I can't stay there anymore…I just can't do it." Peyton pulled away from the brunette, her eyes bright red.

"What happened"

"What else…we got into another fight. That's all we do Brooke…we just fight and then for a week we're civil to each other but it never lasts." She shook her head in defeat.

"But you're always mad after you guys fight…he's never actually made you cry." Brooke led the blonde over to the couch and the two sat down, Brooke with her arm around Peyton's hunched shoulders.

"He didn't make me cry…none of this is his fault. He's right…I'm the one that keeps picking fights and he just gets stuck putting up with my BS."

"What were you fighting about this time."

"He went in my room for something and he accidentally knocked over my art portfolio and all my drawing fell on the floor. I went into my room and saw him trying to put everything back in order and I just went off on him. He kept telling me that he was sorry and he didn't mean to but I just kept screaming at him and then I stormed downstairs. He followed me and when I slapped him he stopped apologizing and it turned into another screaming match." She buried her face in her hands and Brooke rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.

"Peyton you have to stop doing this sweetie. Why do you wanna fight with him?"

"I don't…I hate it when we fight and I keep thinking that one day Alex is gunna come home in the middle of it and then what? Lucas and I just can't live in the same house, its not working." Brooke was about to respond when someone else began knocking on her door.

"Hold on" the brunette reluctantly removed herself from the couch and returned to the front door. "What are you doing here" she spat bitterly when she opened the door and found Lucas staring back at her.

"Brooke I…" he began but she cut him off.

"God…she said she slapped you." Brooke placed a finger under his chin and turned his head to the side, revealing three red lines along his cheek.

"Yeah…more like she clawed me."

"Hmm" the brunette raised a brow and smirked. "Not bad P. Sawyer" Lucas snatched his face away from her and glared down at the smirking brunette.

"Brooke where is she…and I'm not here to fight with her anymore." Lucas shoved past the brunette knowing she would let him into the house otherwise.

"I don't know but you can nicely remove you rude ass from my house." Brooke grabbed his arm but he tore away from her grasp.

"I'm right here" Peyton stated as she turned the corner to face Lucas. He was shocked to see her tear stained face…he never knew what happened after their fights he just knew that Brooke always brought her home sometime late that night. "What do you want?" she didn't look up, instead her eyes stayed on the wooden floor beneath her.

"Look I told you from the beginning that if we couldn't make this work I would help you look for an apartment nearby. I'm not doing this anymore Peyton, I can't and I won't risk Alex coming home to us fighting…and I'm sick of her worrying where you are when she gets home from school."

"I'm going into to town for about half an hour…just let me know what you two decide." Brooke stated as she walked out the front door, giving the two blondes their privacy.

Peyton moved back over the couch and buried her face in her hands once again. "Lucas what's wrong with me?" She questioned when she felt him sit beside her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

"Nothings wrong with you." He answered as he watched the tears stream down her face.

"Then why do I keep doing this?" she tore away from him and looked up into his eyes, waiting for some kind of response.

"I honestly don't know Pey but it doesn't mean something wrong with you. What your going through right now, it isn't easy and I know your stressed out and that's part of why you're like this. Pey anemia makes you tired and you should be sleeping properly, but you're not. According to the doctors you should spend most of your time sleeping but the only time you spend more then 5 hours in bed is when you pass out."

"God…I hate this" Peyton choked out as she stood from the couch and began pacing the room. Lucas just watched her from his seat, worry evident in his eyes. "I hate talking about it, I hate going to the doctors and I hate all this damn medication. What's the point…none of them work anyway…my body just keeps rejecting them."

"Peyon calm down…" Lucas made his way over to her and rested his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't tell me to calm down…damnit…I wish everyone would stop telling me what to do" she tore away from him. "I wish I was the one in control of my life instead of this damn anemia…hell I couldn't even get the normal anemia..." She let out a bitter laugh as she began pacing again, running her hands through her curls. She could feel herself slowly getting more tired with each step. "…no I get stuck with Thrombocythemia and then to top it off all the damn treatments stop working." The tears poured violently from her eyes and she stopped in front of Lucas again. "It's…it's not fair" She bit her lip and let him pull her small body into his.

"I know…" he whispered but she once again broke away.

"No you don't. All of you keep saying that you know and you don't. You're not dealing with any of this…I am…me…not you." She shoved him before beginning to walk towards the other side of the room. She began coughing, her hand instinctively moving to her mouth. She stopped moving, her legs wouldn't allow her to go any further. The cough was dry at first but she soon felt the blood in her hand as her breath got caught in her through. Her gasp was high pitched as he head titled backwards, a constricting pain radiating through her chest.

"Peyton…" Lucas moved and caught her limp figure just before she hit the floor.