There was a patch of sunlight dancing across Lucas's face as groaned
and opened his eyes slowly, allowing the dazzling light to jar him to his
senses. He shivered a bit, and pulled the covers up around his bare body.
Something was wrong. He looked around his room. His clothes were in a pile on his floor, next to a paper bag that looked as though it had alcohol in it. There was a bottle of Bacardi sitting next to his bed, half empty, and another empty bottle had rolled under the bed. He rubbed his eyes as he came to terms with the fact that he didn't remember anything from the previous night.
He was alone his bed, which was good. Or was it? He didn't know. He stumbled out of bed and pulled on some shorts, and headed down the hall for a shower. He wasn't thinking clearly yet, but there was a nagging thought in the back of his mind.
What had happened last night? It scared him that couldn't remember. He didn't think he had ever been so drunk that he couldn't remember anything. He thought hard. What was the last thing I can remember?
Soft blonde curls, questioning eyes, a soft kiss...followed by a more passionate one...
His thoughts jammed up as though this singular thought had stopped everything. Did I sleep with Peyton? He wondered. But where was she? He rubbed his eyes in confusion and got out of the shower. He dried quickly, trying to think.
He made his way around the house, making sure that there wasn't anyone there. He went back to his room and picked up the phone. He was about to dial Peyton's number when he slammed the phone down again.
He couldn't call her. What if it hadn't been her? Then she would know that he had been with another girl...but had he? It wasn't Brooke...it couldn't be...unless...?
Dialing Brooke's number, he sat impatiently, tapping his foot.
"Hello?" Her voice was groggy and tired.
"Hey Brooke. It's Lucas."
"Oh."
Lucas felt relieved. That was most definitely a no. She sounded pissed off. Which meant that she was still mad at him. Which meant that they most definitely didn't do anything last night. Unless... "Hey, I was wondering how you were. What have you been up to?"
"Nothing." Her voice was curt.
"So what did you do last night?"
"What the hell is this? Are you going to be some jealous exboyfriend all of the sudden? I was out, okay? Is that okay? God, like it's any of your business."
"I'm sorry-"
"Like hell you are." The phone went dead.
Lucas felt drained and frustrated. He had the worst headache he had ever had, a mystery woman that he might have slept with and had no idea of how to find her, two girls that probably hate his guts right now, and to top it all off, he felt sick to his stomach.
"Peachy." He said dryly to his empty room. He was just now realizing how completely trashed his room was. The books from his desk were on the floor, his mattress was practically hanging off its frame, his curtains were half open, his computer...
His computer! Had Peyton seen the whole thing? Stunned by this unexpected thought, Lucas lept from his bedside to the computer. His web cam wasn't on. Nor was hers. He sat back down with a heavy sigh, disappointed not to see her face on the screen.
Although it's a good thing that she didn't see you last night with...whoever. It must have been one hell of a night, by the looks of things.
Somehow he felt as though he hadn't slept with Peyton. Something in his gut was telling him that it was just wishful thinking. He sighed. Why couldn't he stop thinking about her?
"Screw it all." He had come to a quick conclusion. Effortless, painless...He had finally found the answer. He just wasn't going to care.
His heart hurt at his next thought, but he simply stood and started to dress, ignoring the empty feeling in his stomach.
I don't need Peyton. I just have to stop thinking about her. Screw her. Better yet, screw the world. People suck.
*****
There was a tinkling of bells as Peyton stepped into Karen's Café. The place was bright and cheery, and full of people milling to get their caffine fix. Peyton yawned and shuffled up to the front counter.
"Hey, Peyton," Came a voice. She looked up and to her surprise Jake stood behind the counter, grinning at her. He looked pretty worse for wear. Peyton imagined she couldn't look much better. She smiled weakly at him.
"Rough night?" She asked him.
"Mildly. Jenny wasn't feeling well. Although I have to say that key contraption is saving me a lot of hassle. Thanks again." Peyton nodded.
"Glad I could help." Peyton looked up blindly at the menu posted on the wall. "How 'bout a cappuccino?" She yawned.
"It looks as though I'm not the only one who had a rough night." Said Jake mildly. He chuckled and grabbed a spare rag, taking the opportunity to wipe down the counter, which was sticky and smelled sweet. Peyton shrugged.
"Eh, I got into my paintbrushes and couldn't stop," She admitted. She neglected to mention the fact that she was thinking about Lucas the entire time. Jake looked her in the eye and grinned. Peyton's stomach fluttered.
"That's cool..." He looked as though he wanted to say something more, but he didn't. Peyton furrowed her eyebrows.
"What is it?" She asked him.
"Well," He said, as though she was forcing him to talk. He sounded nervous. Peyton eyed him skeptically. "I kind of need another favor."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah...well, I need you to watch Jenny again for me, if you don't mind." Peyton sighed and tried to look like it was a huge favor, but in the end her smile gave her away.
"Of course I don't mind. When?"
"How about Friday?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Yeah." Jake looked relieved, and then nervous again. "Um...there's one more thing." Peyton raised her eyebrows. "Well, Jenny actually won't be there...and I will. Still interested?"
Peyton grinned. It seemed like she was in another dimension. Jake was asking her out. He was really asking her out. It seemed too real to be a dream, but she couldn't be sure...
"Sure." The voice was hers, but she wasn't aware that she had spoken at all. She was looking at Jake in a new light. Then she came to her senses. "But only if you get me that cappuccino." She said sternly. Jake smiled.
"Right away, ma'am." He expertly made her coffee and then winced as a bit of whip cream dripped down the side. "You'll have to forgive me," He said apologetically. "I'm new at this."
"Could have fooled me." Said Peyton with a smile. "I'll see you later." She called over her shoulder.
As she walked out of the café, her cappuccino in hand, she noticed how much more welcoming the morning seemed. The brightness didn't bother her so much anymore. And she only had one thought on her mind.
I can't wait for Friday.
Lucas who?
*****
Thanx guys u kno I luv u! keep r&r....ing? hahaha well neways its seriously the best stuff to hear what u guys REALLY think. If u want to email me w/ more suggestions...I would luv to hear from u!
Something was wrong. He looked around his room. His clothes were in a pile on his floor, next to a paper bag that looked as though it had alcohol in it. There was a bottle of Bacardi sitting next to his bed, half empty, and another empty bottle had rolled under the bed. He rubbed his eyes as he came to terms with the fact that he didn't remember anything from the previous night.
He was alone his bed, which was good. Or was it? He didn't know. He stumbled out of bed and pulled on some shorts, and headed down the hall for a shower. He wasn't thinking clearly yet, but there was a nagging thought in the back of his mind.
What had happened last night? It scared him that couldn't remember. He didn't think he had ever been so drunk that he couldn't remember anything. He thought hard. What was the last thing I can remember?
Soft blonde curls, questioning eyes, a soft kiss...followed by a more passionate one...
His thoughts jammed up as though this singular thought had stopped everything. Did I sleep with Peyton? He wondered. But where was she? He rubbed his eyes in confusion and got out of the shower. He dried quickly, trying to think.
He made his way around the house, making sure that there wasn't anyone there. He went back to his room and picked up the phone. He was about to dial Peyton's number when he slammed the phone down again.
He couldn't call her. What if it hadn't been her? Then she would know that he had been with another girl...but had he? It wasn't Brooke...it couldn't be...unless...?
Dialing Brooke's number, he sat impatiently, tapping his foot.
"Hello?" Her voice was groggy and tired.
"Hey Brooke. It's Lucas."
"Oh."
Lucas felt relieved. That was most definitely a no. She sounded pissed off. Which meant that she was still mad at him. Which meant that they most definitely didn't do anything last night. Unless... "Hey, I was wondering how you were. What have you been up to?"
"Nothing." Her voice was curt.
"So what did you do last night?"
"What the hell is this? Are you going to be some jealous exboyfriend all of the sudden? I was out, okay? Is that okay? God, like it's any of your business."
"I'm sorry-"
"Like hell you are." The phone went dead.
Lucas felt drained and frustrated. He had the worst headache he had ever had, a mystery woman that he might have slept with and had no idea of how to find her, two girls that probably hate his guts right now, and to top it all off, he felt sick to his stomach.
"Peachy." He said dryly to his empty room. He was just now realizing how completely trashed his room was. The books from his desk were on the floor, his mattress was practically hanging off its frame, his curtains were half open, his computer...
His computer! Had Peyton seen the whole thing? Stunned by this unexpected thought, Lucas lept from his bedside to the computer. His web cam wasn't on. Nor was hers. He sat back down with a heavy sigh, disappointed not to see her face on the screen.
Although it's a good thing that she didn't see you last night with...whoever. It must have been one hell of a night, by the looks of things.
Somehow he felt as though he hadn't slept with Peyton. Something in his gut was telling him that it was just wishful thinking. He sighed. Why couldn't he stop thinking about her?
"Screw it all." He had come to a quick conclusion. Effortless, painless...He had finally found the answer. He just wasn't going to care.
His heart hurt at his next thought, but he simply stood and started to dress, ignoring the empty feeling in his stomach.
I don't need Peyton. I just have to stop thinking about her. Screw her. Better yet, screw the world. People suck.
*****
There was a tinkling of bells as Peyton stepped into Karen's Café. The place was bright and cheery, and full of people milling to get their caffine fix. Peyton yawned and shuffled up to the front counter.
"Hey, Peyton," Came a voice. She looked up and to her surprise Jake stood behind the counter, grinning at her. He looked pretty worse for wear. Peyton imagined she couldn't look much better. She smiled weakly at him.
"Rough night?" She asked him.
"Mildly. Jenny wasn't feeling well. Although I have to say that key contraption is saving me a lot of hassle. Thanks again." Peyton nodded.
"Glad I could help." Peyton looked up blindly at the menu posted on the wall. "How 'bout a cappuccino?" She yawned.
"It looks as though I'm not the only one who had a rough night." Said Jake mildly. He chuckled and grabbed a spare rag, taking the opportunity to wipe down the counter, which was sticky and smelled sweet. Peyton shrugged.
"Eh, I got into my paintbrushes and couldn't stop," She admitted. She neglected to mention the fact that she was thinking about Lucas the entire time. Jake looked her in the eye and grinned. Peyton's stomach fluttered.
"That's cool..." He looked as though he wanted to say something more, but he didn't. Peyton furrowed her eyebrows.
"What is it?" She asked him.
"Well," He said, as though she was forcing him to talk. He sounded nervous. Peyton eyed him skeptically. "I kind of need another favor."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah...well, I need you to watch Jenny again for me, if you don't mind." Peyton sighed and tried to look like it was a huge favor, but in the end her smile gave her away.
"Of course I don't mind. When?"
"How about Friday?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Yeah." Jake looked relieved, and then nervous again. "Um...there's one more thing." Peyton raised her eyebrows. "Well, Jenny actually won't be there...and I will. Still interested?"
Peyton grinned. It seemed like she was in another dimension. Jake was asking her out. He was really asking her out. It seemed too real to be a dream, but she couldn't be sure...
"Sure." The voice was hers, but she wasn't aware that she had spoken at all. She was looking at Jake in a new light. Then she came to her senses. "But only if you get me that cappuccino." She said sternly. Jake smiled.
"Right away, ma'am." He expertly made her coffee and then winced as a bit of whip cream dripped down the side. "You'll have to forgive me," He said apologetically. "I'm new at this."
"Could have fooled me." Said Peyton with a smile. "I'll see you later." She called over her shoulder.
As she walked out of the café, her cappuccino in hand, she noticed how much more welcoming the morning seemed. The brightness didn't bother her so much anymore. And she only had one thought on her mind.
I can't wait for Friday.
Lucas who?
*****
Thanx guys u kno I luv u! keep r&r....ing? hahaha well neways its seriously the best stuff to hear what u guys REALLY think. If u want to email me w/ more suggestions...I would luv to hear from u!