"Hey mom. Keith." Lucas said, greeting them. "Hi honey, great game." Karen
said to her son and she kissed him on the cheek. "So mom, I think I'm gunna
go to that party. Be home at one?"
"Twelve." Karen replied, giving Lucas the I-don't-want-you-out-that-late look. "Twelve thirty?" Lucas asked daringly. Karen rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, twelve thirty, not a minute later."
Lucas smiled, kissed his mom on her head, and left. "Care for an after game coffee?" Karen asked Keith. "I'd love one." He replied.
- -
Peyton had no where to go but home. Gathering her things in the car, she shut the door and drove off.
"Ugh." Peyton couldn't find her house keys. All she could think of as she was climbing over the fence was her mother's voice saying, "You should keep your house keys with all of your others. You won't lose them that way."
Finally getting over the fence she felt with her hands on the top of the garage. Yes; it was there, like always. She turned around and screamed as a big light fell on her face.
"Is that you Peyton?" an old voice asked. Peyton wished she could roll her eyes, but since the light was right on her, she didn't do it.
"Yes, it's me Mrs. Boughtern. I misplaced my key, so I had to get the spare."
Mrs. Boughtern. She always reminded Peyton of the nosy lady on bewitched, Mrs. Cravats. Always had to know everyone else's business.
"Well if you need anything, need to talk at all, I'm right next door." Mrs. Cravats said as she finally shut off the light.
"Thanks."
- -
Lucas was unsure of going to the party, but he was hoping that Peyton was coming, and he would happen to run into her. And then without Haley coming with him for support, it would definitely be an interesting party.
Justin was at the door. "Hey Lucas! Here." Justin handed Lucas a red plastic cup that to anyone not drunk, would know right away that it was beer by the smell.
Lucas took it and nodded as a greeting. He walked into the house and was amazed. He was one of the few people there and the house was already a wreck.
Justin must have noticed Lucas shocked pause, as he turned to yell at Lucas, "Ahh, its nothing, nothing that can't be cleaned up by tomorrow."
Lucas was already beginning to feel that this party wasn't the best idea.
Then Brooke walked in.
- -
"Crap." Nathan said. "What is it?" Haley asked in return. Everything seemed to be going fine. They were in Nathan's car, leaving Haley's car in the school parking lot.
"I forgot." Nathan said.
It was silent. Nathan stopped the car, put it in reverse, turned, and drove the opposite way. Finally Haley couldn't take the mysteriousness of the situation and asked, "Forgot what?"
"Nothing, its just I have to go home, to drop something off." Nathan said. "Well, are you going to tell me or do I have to lead you on all night?" Haley asked.
Nathan raised his eyebrows and Haley rolled her eyes. "You know what I meant."
"Fine. You remember that lady giving me that box before?" "Yeah, what was all that about. Actually, I had forgotten till now."
"Yeah, likewise. But... It's a cake." Nathan finally admitted. "So?" Haley asked. "My moms birthday is coming up, and I asked Ms. Trestle if she would make a cake for my mom. So she did."
"And so why are you ashamed of this? Why didn't you want to tell me?" Haley asked honestly.
Nathan's face erupted with a smirk. "Okay, honestly, I didn't want to have to invite you." Haley couldn't help but smile at the corny joke.
"I dunno, it felt silly. But I guess I was wrong." "How so?" "Dunno."
The two locked eyes for what seemed hours. Finally letting the bond break, Haley looked at the windshield.
"NATHAN, LOOK OUT!"
- -
"So, Lucas, what brings you here?" Brooke asked, obviously drunk. "Same thing as you, right? Party?"
"You know it honey." Brooke said.
To Lucas, Brooke was something else. Something he just couldn't understand. She threw herself at all guys, yet, he didn't know, it didn't make sense. The one thing he knew though was that he was not interested in her, but, unfortunately, she was into him.
"So, how about me giving you a tour of the house?" Brooke asked. "You've been here before?" "Nah, but you know how much fun it could be. We can make a game out of it!" She smiled, so obviously drunk Lucas could barely hold in his smile.
"I think I'm okay Brooke. Hey, have you seen Peyton lately?"
"Ohhh... you haven't heard yet. Peyton isn't thinking straight. I would stay away from her for a while." Brooke said, nodding the whole time very dramatically.
"What do you mean she isn't thinking straight?" Lucas asked, somewhat concerned.
"So honey, what about that game?" She dropped her drink that she had in her hand and started to take Lucas' hand and walk to the next room.
"No Brooke." Lucas said as he pulled away. "Fine, I'll just find someone else then. You'll be sorry." And with that Brooke walked off.
Lucas stood there, staring back at her. He was debating on whether he should take her back home or not when he heard some more of the basketball team come in with kegs. It was decided.
- -
After an hour sitting in front of her computer, this is all she came up with:
And I sit here now, Desperately in need of you, How could I have ever needed space? It was all untrue.
A lie I needed for myself, Something to hid the actuality, But I don't need that cover any longer, I can face reality.
You, My best friend, I can't do it, I can't fend.
Peyton read it and reread it. After hating it more every time she read it, she crumpled it up and threw it in the trash.
She needed to get out. So she did.
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A/N: Third one. No one reviewed my second chapter, hopefully more will with the third.
"Twelve." Karen replied, giving Lucas the I-don't-want-you-out-that-late look. "Twelve thirty?" Lucas asked daringly. Karen rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, twelve thirty, not a minute later."
Lucas smiled, kissed his mom on her head, and left. "Care for an after game coffee?" Karen asked Keith. "I'd love one." He replied.
- -
Peyton had no where to go but home. Gathering her things in the car, she shut the door and drove off.
"Ugh." Peyton couldn't find her house keys. All she could think of as she was climbing over the fence was her mother's voice saying, "You should keep your house keys with all of your others. You won't lose them that way."
Finally getting over the fence she felt with her hands on the top of the garage. Yes; it was there, like always. She turned around and screamed as a big light fell on her face.
"Is that you Peyton?" an old voice asked. Peyton wished she could roll her eyes, but since the light was right on her, she didn't do it.
"Yes, it's me Mrs. Boughtern. I misplaced my key, so I had to get the spare."
Mrs. Boughtern. She always reminded Peyton of the nosy lady on bewitched, Mrs. Cravats. Always had to know everyone else's business.
"Well if you need anything, need to talk at all, I'm right next door." Mrs. Cravats said as she finally shut off the light.
"Thanks."
- -
Lucas was unsure of going to the party, but he was hoping that Peyton was coming, and he would happen to run into her. And then without Haley coming with him for support, it would definitely be an interesting party.
Justin was at the door. "Hey Lucas! Here." Justin handed Lucas a red plastic cup that to anyone not drunk, would know right away that it was beer by the smell.
Lucas took it and nodded as a greeting. He walked into the house and was amazed. He was one of the few people there and the house was already a wreck.
Justin must have noticed Lucas shocked pause, as he turned to yell at Lucas, "Ahh, its nothing, nothing that can't be cleaned up by tomorrow."
Lucas was already beginning to feel that this party wasn't the best idea.
Then Brooke walked in.
- -
"Crap." Nathan said. "What is it?" Haley asked in return. Everything seemed to be going fine. They were in Nathan's car, leaving Haley's car in the school parking lot.
"I forgot." Nathan said.
It was silent. Nathan stopped the car, put it in reverse, turned, and drove the opposite way. Finally Haley couldn't take the mysteriousness of the situation and asked, "Forgot what?"
"Nothing, its just I have to go home, to drop something off." Nathan said. "Well, are you going to tell me or do I have to lead you on all night?" Haley asked.
Nathan raised his eyebrows and Haley rolled her eyes. "You know what I meant."
"Fine. You remember that lady giving me that box before?" "Yeah, what was all that about. Actually, I had forgotten till now."
"Yeah, likewise. But... It's a cake." Nathan finally admitted. "So?" Haley asked. "My moms birthday is coming up, and I asked Ms. Trestle if she would make a cake for my mom. So she did."
"And so why are you ashamed of this? Why didn't you want to tell me?" Haley asked honestly.
Nathan's face erupted with a smirk. "Okay, honestly, I didn't want to have to invite you." Haley couldn't help but smile at the corny joke.
"I dunno, it felt silly. But I guess I was wrong." "How so?" "Dunno."
The two locked eyes for what seemed hours. Finally letting the bond break, Haley looked at the windshield.
"NATHAN, LOOK OUT!"
- -
"So, Lucas, what brings you here?" Brooke asked, obviously drunk. "Same thing as you, right? Party?"
"You know it honey." Brooke said.
To Lucas, Brooke was something else. Something he just couldn't understand. She threw herself at all guys, yet, he didn't know, it didn't make sense. The one thing he knew though was that he was not interested in her, but, unfortunately, she was into him.
"So, how about me giving you a tour of the house?" Brooke asked. "You've been here before?" "Nah, but you know how much fun it could be. We can make a game out of it!" She smiled, so obviously drunk Lucas could barely hold in his smile.
"I think I'm okay Brooke. Hey, have you seen Peyton lately?"
"Ohhh... you haven't heard yet. Peyton isn't thinking straight. I would stay away from her for a while." Brooke said, nodding the whole time very dramatically.
"What do you mean she isn't thinking straight?" Lucas asked, somewhat concerned.
"So honey, what about that game?" She dropped her drink that she had in her hand and started to take Lucas' hand and walk to the next room.
"No Brooke." Lucas said as he pulled away. "Fine, I'll just find someone else then. You'll be sorry." And with that Brooke walked off.
Lucas stood there, staring back at her. He was debating on whether he should take her back home or not when he heard some more of the basketball team come in with kegs. It was decided.
- -
After an hour sitting in front of her computer, this is all she came up with:
And I sit here now, Desperately in need of you, How could I have ever needed space? It was all untrue.
A lie I needed for myself, Something to hid the actuality, But I don't need that cover any longer, I can face reality.
You, My best friend, I can't do it, I can't fend.
Peyton read it and reread it. After hating it more every time she read it, she crumpled it up and threw it in the trash.
She needed to get out. So she did.
- - -
A/N: Third one. No one reviewed my second chapter, hopefully more will with the third.