Chapter 2
The sun had long since set over Tree Hill, and Lucas was still sound asleep in the same position had been in eight hours prior. Rain was still bombarding the windows of his home as his eye lids fluttered open into utter darkness, and to a soft hand cradling his own hand.
"Hello..." He mumbled, groggy from sleep and obviously confused, but no voice came, except a simple "Shhh.." His fingers gently toyed with the fingers of the tiny hand in his palm, whispering in a low key voice.
"Peyton...?" He felt a tear fall and splatter across his hand, and the tiny hands engulfed his own larger one.
"Shh Lucus, just go back to sleep." The voice was shuddering, and he knew it was Peyton, even though she wouldn't say it. he shifted into a sitting poition and reached out in the darkness, his back leaning against the head board, his good arm finding her shoulders and pulling her in towards him.
"Peyton, what are you doing here?" he could feel the tightly wound curls upon her head as he ran his palm over her head, and Peyton finnaly let herself fall into his warm embrace, and rested her the side of her head upon his chest. His heart was beating slowly and steadily, and the tears from Peyton's already swollen eyes were forming tiny wet spots on Lucas' sweater. He could hear her breath shuddering through her tears, and his fingers continued to trace through her hair as she lay beside him, her hand now resting on his chest alongside her face. Peyton inhaled deeply, her voice slowly creeping out in the darkness.
"I wanted to see you," she whispered softly, "I'm sorry I keep pushing you away Lucus, I just don't know what do."
"About what, Peyton?"
"You." Her tear strained eyes rose to look up, her fingers reaching up and touching his face gently.
Lucas didn't say a word, but took the hand that had formerly found its place around her, and placed his finger tips beneath her chin, beakoning her lips silently towards his own. Then, at long last, her own soft, plush lips timidly pressed against his own as his fingers slid up to gently wipe the wet tears from her cheeks. Peyton lifted her hands to cradle his head gently as the kiss ceased, pressing her forehead to his own, as silence once again filled the room.
"Its OK Peyton." Lucas whispered and she nodded slowly as he ran his finger tips from their place on her cheeks down to her back, and pulled her down beside him. She neslted her body into the gap between his torso and comforting arm, resting her head against his chest once again, her fingers reaching up and gently tickling the tips of his opposite hand, careful not to bump the arm itself. Within moment both of them had drifted off, Peyton curled beside Luke, Luke holding Peyton tight to his body, his head tipped down to brush his lips across the top of her head.
Karen walked onto the scene at eight the next morning, and stood in the door way with hands full of a tray adorned with eggs and bacon, staring forward for a full ten minutes. She hadn't decided weather to wake them up, or to let them sleep. But for some reason she wasn't angry. Finally she strode foward, and arranged the food upon the night stand quietly, returning to the kitchen where she made a second plate. After setting the food for the pair, she stood in the room for some time again, pondering how and why such things were going on. Had Lucas not, just last night, confessed to making this worse...with everyone? But now here he was cuddling Peyton Sawyer in his bed. God that sounds bad. Karen rung her hands and then quietly slipped from the room.
Peyton was the first to awaken, and quite unpleasently. As her eyelids fluttered open, she suddenly had a wave of nervousness flood over her. There was food, it was day. She had spent all night here? And with the food, Lucus' mother must have happened upon them. The blonde pressed her palms to her eyes.
"Oh, god..." She groaned and went to sit up, realizing that Lucus' arm was around her waist, she genlty lifted it, hoping to get out of there without waking him up. She leaned down to slip her shoes on, realizing she had set her cell down on the night stand. When she rose to reach for it, her eye caught Lucus, who was now sitting up right in bed, tired eyes watching her from where he sat.
"Where are you going?" He questioned, raising his arm to rub his eyes clear. While Peyton stared at her cell phone.
"Home Lucas. Do realize I just spent all night here? And your mother knows! She saw Lucus, you know how much she likes Brooke, I'll never be able to look her in the eyes again." She was frantically trying to stuff her feet back into her nikes and tie them up, when Ms Scott herself turned the corner into Lucus' room.
"Why Peyton, aren't you staying for breakfast?" A warm smile came across the woman's face as she spoke. Inside Karen was in utter confusion. She loved Brooke, who always seemed so sweet and cheerful, but maybe she'd let Lucus decide what was good for him...it wasn't her place to make Peyton leave.
"Oh, I..." She was rather frozen as she flopped back onto the bed. "Um..sure. Thank-you."
With that Karen left them to be, and Peyton sat rather dazed, staring out of Lucus' window. Then leaned over Lucas and took a piece of bacon, and was nibbling on it when they were disturbed by Lucas' cell phone ringing. Peyton finnished off her food, and reached more eagerly for a piece of toast.
Lucus leaned over and picked his cell phone up, flipping it open and pressing the ear piece to his head. "Hello." Peyton wasn't paying much attention until she finnished off the richly buttered toast, just in time to hear "Yea, Ok, I'll meet you there." And he hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Peyton inquired innocently, leaning back against the head board and starting to take her shoes off again, sighing heavily, starting to settle into the comfort of the bed she was in, the tension draining out of her. Lucus raised his eyes to look a t her, clearing his through before speaking. "Brooke."
Peyton seemed to hold her breath for many moment before she said much of anything, or rather made much of a noise rather. She cleared her through and sat up once again.
"I have to go meet her in the gym..why don't you go home?" Peyton looked at him for along time after that, her eyes mirroring the hurt she felt inside. But she sighed and nodded. "OK, I'll call you when I get back, alright." She nodded and rose. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away and shook her head softly, stubborn again. He sighed, his shoulders heaving as he watched Peyton rise and leave his room, a backwards glance at him as she slipped through his door.
But Lucas had other things on his mind now, Brooke wanted to see him, and what was he going to tell her? He didnt know, but he slipped on a pair of blue jeans, and a clean shirt, lacing up a pair of tennis shoes with great difficulty before rising again. He hugged his mother before he left, Karens eyes following her son with a shake of her head as he left.
The rain had stopped, but the air was bitter cold, and he reached into his car to take out a fresh hoodie, and pulled it over his head, his arm slung into the brace he had for it. As he strode out into the street, he glanced down the opposite direction, where he could see Peyton's back as she strode along, her shoulder hunched over in attempt to shield herself from the cold. Feet stepping along he made his way to the school gym. He pressed through the doors, only to find the gym horribly empty. Sighing he took a few steps inside, and before he knew it, Brooke's arms were around his waist, clinging him.
"Lucas...I miss being with you."
The sun had long since set over Tree Hill, and Lucas was still sound asleep in the same position had been in eight hours prior. Rain was still bombarding the windows of his home as his eye lids fluttered open into utter darkness, and to a soft hand cradling his own hand.
"Hello..." He mumbled, groggy from sleep and obviously confused, but no voice came, except a simple "Shhh.." His fingers gently toyed with the fingers of the tiny hand in his palm, whispering in a low key voice.
"Peyton...?" He felt a tear fall and splatter across his hand, and the tiny hands engulfed his own larger one.
"Shh Lucus, just go back to sleep." The voice was shuddering, and he knew it was Peyton, even though she wouldn't say it. he shifted into a sitting poition and reached out in the darkness, his back leaning against the head board, his good arm finding her shoulders and pulling her in towards him.
"Peyton, what are you doing here?" he could feel the tightly wound curls upon her head as he ran his palm over her head, and Peyton finnaly let herself fall into his warm embrace, and rested her the side of her head upon his chest. His heart was beating slowly and steadily, and the tears from Peyton's already swollen eyes were forming tiny wet spots on Lucas' sweater. He could hear her breath shuddering through her tears, and his fingers continued to trace through her hair as she lay beside him, her hand now resting on his chest alongside her face. Peyton inhaled deeply, her voice slowly creeping out in the darkness.
"I wanted to see you," she whispered softly, "I'm sorry I keep pushing you away Lucus, I just don't know what do."
"About what, Peyton?"
"You." Her tear strained eyes rose to look up, her fingers reaching up and touching his face gently.
Lucas didn't say a word, but took the hand that had formerly found its place around her, and placed his finger tips beneath her chin, beakoning her lips silently towards his own. Then, at long last, her own soft, plush lips timidly pressed against his own as his fingers slid up to gently wipe the wet tears from her cheeks. Peyton lifted her hands to cradle his head gently as the kiss ceased, pressing her forehead to his own, as silence once again filled the room.
"Its OK Peyton." Lucas whispered and she nodded slowly as he ran his finger tips from their place on her cheeks down to her back, and pulled her down beside him. She neslted her body into the gap between his torso and comforting arm, resting her head against his chest once again, her fingers reaching up and gently tickling the tips of his opposite hand, careful not to bump the arm itself. Within moment both of them had drifted off, Peyton curled beside Luke, Luke holding Peyton tight to his body, his head tipped down to brush his lips across the top of her head.
Karen walked onto the scene at eight the next morning, and stood in the door way with hands full of a tray adorned with eggs and bacon, staring forward for a full ten minutes. She hadn't decided weather to wake them up, or to let them sleep. But for some reason she wasn't angry. Finally she strode foward, and arranged the food upon the night stand quietly, returning to the kitchen where she made a second plate. After setting the food for the pair, she stood in the room for some time again, pondering how and why such things were going on. Had Lucas not, just last night, confessed to making this worse...with everyone? But now here he was cuddling Peyton Sawyer in his bed. God that sounds bad. Karen rung her hands and then quietly slipped from the room.
Peyton was the first to awaken, and quite unpleasently. As her eyelids fluttered open, she suddenly had a wave of nervousness flood over her. There was food, it was day. She had spent all night here? And with the food, Lucus' mother must have happened upon them. The blonde pressed her palms to her eyes.
"Oh, god..." She groaned and went to sit up, realizing that Lucus' arm was around her waist, she genlty lifted it, hoping to get out of there without waking him up. She leaned down to slip her shoes on, realizing she had set her cell down on the night stand. When she rose to reach for it, her eye caught Lucus, who was now sitting up right in bed, tired eyes watching her from where he sat.
"Where are you going?" He questioned, raising his arm to rub his eyes clear. While Peyton stared at her cell phone.
"Home Lucas. Do realize I just spent all night here? And your mother knows! She saw Lucus, you know how much she likes Brooke, I'll never be able to look her in the eyes again." She was frantically trying to stuff her feet back into her nikes and tie them up, when Ms Scott herself turned the corner into Lucus' room.
"Why Peyton, aren't you staying for breakfast?" A warm smile came across the woman's face as she spoke. Inside Karen was in utter confusion. She loved Brooke, who always seemed so sweet and cheerful, but maybe she'd let Lucus decide what was good for him...it wasn't her place to make Peyton leave.
"Oh, I..." She was rather frozen as she flopped back onto the bed. "Um..sure. Thank-you."
With that Karen left them to be, and Peyton sat rather dazed, staring out of Lucus' window. Then leaned over Lucas and took a piece of bacon, and was nibbling on it when they were disturbed by Lucas' cell phone ringing. Peyton finnished off her food, and reached more eagerly for a piece of toast.
Lucus leaned over and picked his cell phone up, flipping it open and pressing the ear piece to his head. "Hello." Peyton wasn't paying much attention until she finnished off the richly buttered toast, just in time to hear "Yea, Ok, I'll meet you there." And he hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Peyton inquired innocently, leaning back against the head board and starting to take her shoes off again, sighing heavily, starting to settle into the comfort of the bed she was in, the tension draining out of her. Lucus raised his eyes to look a t her, clearing his through before speaking. "Brooke."
Peyton seemed to hold her breath for many moment before she said much of anything, or rather made much of a noise rather. She cleared her through and sat up once again.
"I have to go meet her in the gym..why don't you go home?" Peyton looked at him for along time after that, her eyes mirroring the hurt she felt inside. But she sighed and nodded. "OK, I'll call you when I get back, alright." She nodded and rose. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away and shook her head softly, stubborn again. He sighed, his shoulders heaving as he watched Peyton rise and leave his room, a backwards glance at him as she slipped through his door.
But Lucas had other things on his mind now, Brooke wanted to see him, and what was he going to tell her? He didnt know, but he slipped on a pair of blue jeans, and a clean shirt, lacing up a pair of tennis shoes with great difficulty before rising again. He hugged his mother before he left, Karens eyes following her son with a shake of her head as he left.
The rain had stopped, but the air was bitter cold, and he reached into his car to take out a fresh hoodie, and pulled it over his head, his arm slung into the brace he had for it. As he strode out into the street, he glanced down the opposite direction, where he could see Peyton's back as she strode along, her shoulder hunched over in attempt to shield herself from the cold. Feet stepping along he made his way to the school gym. He pressed through the doors, only to find the gym horribly empty. Sighing he took a few steps inside, and before he knew it, Brooke's arms were around his waist, clinging him.
"Lucas...I miss being with you."