Peyton comes back from summer break with a surprise. And that surprise has
decided to mix things up. Romance: P/L, N/H and Brooke is a surprise.
Author: Mickey (or Stokely)
Rating: R (for later)
Chapter: One. Introduction to new character. If you wanna jump right into the good stuff, and not really understand anything...skip to the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill, WB does...damn them.
Musical Choice for this Chapter: A Movie Script Ending by Death Cab for Cutie
Rant (SPOILERS!!): I wrote this after watching 'What is and What Should Never Be'. I hate Nikki. I hate Lucas. Well, I don't hate Lucas, but damn is that boy stupid. He needs a leash. Nathan and Haley are so cute together, and I hope they never REALLY break up. Brooke can be a bitch, but she is nice, when she stood up for Peyton, she earned Brownie points in my books.
Peyton, meanwhile, is my favorite OTH character, so obviously she rocks. I hope she does end up with Lucas...even if he's not in my good books right now. Something about them... I like them together. Besides, at the end, when she walked off, it was SO obvious that he wanted to be with her. She's not just a friend to him. She'd like a friend, lover complex thing. I support Leyton or Pucas (haha, okay Leyton sounds better), because you know you want it.
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Peyton sighed as she pulled into the driveway, before not so gracefully letting her head fall against the horn. The girl beside her stared at her as if she'd gone crazy, before popping another skittle into her mouth.
'Wow, all that relaxation just fell out of the bottom of the car on our drive home huh?' the girl said shaking her long straight blonde hair back over her shoulders. Peyton's head shifted so that she could shoot her a glare. The girl thought nothing of it.
'You seem to be forgetting what getting home means.' Peyton said as she lifted her head and cupped her face in her hands. The girl nodded, looking out the window as she crumpled up the empty wrapper.
'I know I know. Back to the drama that is Peyton Sawyer's life. You told me on the ride to Chayzee. You told me on the ride home. Oh and I seem to remember...oh yes, you may have said a few things while we were IN Chayzee.'
'Okay, Shay, I get the point.' Peyton said heaving another sigh. 'I guess Tree Hill is a little hard to leave behind.' She looked through the windshield at her house. They were home. Back in Tree Hill after months of freedom. Shane may have exaggerated. She had told her all about Lucas, Brooke, Jake, Nikki (that bitch), Nathan and Haley, about Dan and Keith...but she'd been so relaxed and free when they'd been on vacation.
She almost didn't want to come back home.
'Okay, well, let's get inside. I don't know about you but I'm tired. Plus you have school tomorrow.' Shane unbuckled herself before crawling into the backseat and pulling her huge duffel bag up to the front and out of the car. Peyton got out, zombie like as she walked up to her own front door, then paused. Shane stared at her.
'You know, it is okay if you unlock your own house. Unless you want to try knocking first?' Peyton shot Shay another glare. She was getting mouthier every minute. Peyton began searching her pockets for her keys.
'Heavy bag... not getting any lighter...'
'Shut up Shane.' Peyton pulled out the keys and unlocked the door, pushing open the heavy door. The house was dark, no lights were on. She walked inside, kicking off her shoes, and then made her way into the kitchen, throwing the keys on the counter. 'You remember where your room is...' she asked as she opened the fridge.
'End of the hall, next to the linen closet.' Shane muttered as she took off her own shoes and threw them into the closet. She looked around, looking somewhat lost. Peyton felt a pang of guilt, which she tried to brush off. She took Shane's bag and rounded the corner, opening the last door at the end of the hall and throwing it on the bed.
The bedroom was kind of stale. It had been turned into the guest bedroom since Shane left, a large queen size bed with red sheets and white and red striped duvet was against the middle of the wall. A mannequin body stood by the window, half a dress hanging off of it, long white drapes hanging from the window and billowing on the floor. Next to it was a big white 'chair for two' from the grandmother's house. A long mirror hung beside the bed, and a poster sized portrait of Scarlet and Rhett Butler hung above the bed.
Peyton barely noticed the presence behind her.
'It's been a while huh?' Shane said, breaking from her own reverie as she looked at her old room. Peyton nodded, leaning against the door frame. She felt Shane take her hand and lead her over to the bed. Simultaneously they fell down on it, side by side, staring up at the ceiling.
'What am I going to do tomorrow?' Peyton asked, as she fiddled with her silver thumb ring. Shane shrugged, her head lulling to the side.
'What am I going to do tomorrow?' Shane asked. Peyton bit her lip.
'At least you don't have to go to school.' Peyton sighed. Shane laughed.
'Yet. You can bet though, when some nosy adult hears that there's a sixteen year old not going to school, they pitch a fit to you.' She said as she turned to face Peyton who was nodding, a smile on her own face.
'True.' She said simply. Shane looked back up at the ceiling.
'So what are you going to do about Mr. Scott?' she said his last name with an edge. Peyton had basically told Lucas' character in a 'bad guy' sense. Even if she still had feelings for him, he'd been a jerk, and she knew it.
'Don't know. I guess avoiding him will be a bit of a bitch. Before school ended, I found out I have Classical Civ with him.' Peyton inwardly groaned as she remembered this. Classical Civilization with Lucas Scott. The most boring class in the universe and she was stuck with him. She had a feeling she'd be dreading that class for the next few months.
'Want me to beat him up for you?' Shane asked. Peyton giggled.
'Yeah right. He's like 6'2 and a basketball player.'
'So...I'm a 5'7 volleyball, soccer, basketball player...with a lot of rage.'
'That is true...' Peyton said, her face perfectly serious. She was exhausted, her eyes closing slowly, before her head drooped to the side to see the clock on the wall said 1:24 am. She should get to bed, if she wanted to be extra perky tomorrow for her first day back at Tree Hill as a senior.
'You can sleep here if you want.' Shane said yawning, as if reading Peyton's mind. Peyton smiled, as Shane pulled back the duvet and climbed under. She then grabbed Peyton's hand and pulled her up the bed, Peyton groaning the entire time, though a smile was securely placed on her face. Shane rolled her eyes, and finally got Peyton far enough up the bed so that she could cover them with the duvet.
'I can't believe we're home.' Peyton said softly as she snuggled into a cushy pillow. Shane nodded.
'I can't believe that I'M home.' She said breathing in the old scent of lime, lemon and vanilla that was her own. Peyton smiled and patted Shane's golden head.
'I'm happy you're home, sis.' She said fondly, extra emphasis on the word 'sis'. Shane grinned at this.
'I hate to admit it. But I'm glad to be here.' She shifted in the darkness, a sliver of light from the moon dancing across her olive face, her green eyes that matched her sister's glinting. 'But tell anyone and I'll have to hurt you.' Peyton gave one final laugh.
'Deal.'
Author: Mickey (or Stokely)
Rating: R (for later)
Chapter: One. Introduction to new character. If you wanna jump right into the good stuff, and not really understand anything...skip to the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill, WB does...damn them.
Musical Choice for this Chapter: A Movie Script Ending by Death Cab for Cutie
Rant (SPOILERS!!): I wrote this after watching 'What is and What Should Never Be'. I hate Nikki. I hate Lucas. Well, I don't hate Lucas, but damn is that boy stupid. He needs a leash. Nathan and Haley are so cute together, and I hope they never REALLY break up. Brooke can be a bitch, but she is nice, when she stood up for Peyton, she earned Brownie points in my books.
Peyton, meanwhile, is my favorite OTH character, so obviously she rocks. I hope she does end up with Lucas...even if he's not in my good books right now. Something about them... I like them together. Besides, at the end, when she walked off, it was SO obvious that he wanted to be with her. She's not just a friend to him. She'd like a friend, lover complex thing. I support Leyton or Pucas (haha, okay Leyton sounds better), because you know you want it.
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Peyton sighed as she pulled into the driveway, before not so gracefully letting her head fall against the horn. The girl beside her stared at her as if she'd gone crazy, before popping another skittle into her mouth.
'Wow, all that relaxation just fell out of the bottom of the car on our drive home huh?' the girl said shaking her long straight blonde hair back over her shoulders. Peyton's head shifted so that she could shoot her a glare. The girl thought nothing of it.
'You seem to be forgetting what getting home means.' Peyton said as she lifted her head and cupped her face in her hands. The girl nodded, looking out the window as she crumpled up the empty wrapper.
'I know I know. Back to the drama that is Peyton Sawyer's life. You told me on the ride to Chayzee. You told me on the ride home. Oh and I seem to remember...oh yes, you may have said a few things while we were IN Chayzee.'
'Okay, Shay, I get the point.' Peyton said heaving another sigh. 'I guess Tree Hill is a little hard to leave behind.' She looked through the windshield at her house. They were home. Back in Tree Hill after months of freedom. Shane may have exaggerated. She had told her all about Lucas, Brooke, Jake, Nikki (that bitch), Nathan and Haley, about Dan and Keith...but she'd been so relaxed and free when they'd been on vacation.
She almost didn't want to come back home.
'Okay, well, let's get inside. I don't know about you but I'm tired. Plus you have school tomorrow.' Shane unbuckled herself before crawling into the backseat and pulling her huge duffel bag up to the front and out of the car. Peyton got out, zombie like as she walked up to her own front door, then paused. Shane stared at her.
'You know, it is okay if you unlock your own house. Unless you want to try knocking first?' Peyton shot Shay another glare. She was getting mouthier every minute. Peyton began searching her pockets for her keys.
'Heavy bag... not getting any lighter...'
'Shut up Shane.' Peyton pulled out the keys and unlocked the door, pushing open the heavy door. The house was dark, no lights were on. She walked inside, kicking off her shoes, and then made her way into the kitchen, throwing the keys on the counter. 'You remember where your room is...' she asked as she opened the fridge.
'End of the hall, next to the linen closet.' Shane muttered as she took off her own shoes and threw them into the closet. She looked around, looking somewhat lost. Peyton felt a pang of guilt, which she tried to brush off. She took Shane's bag and rounded the corner, opening the last door at the end of the hall and throwing it on the bed.
The bedroom was kind of stale. It had been turned into the guest bedroom since Shane left, a large queen size bed with red sheets and white and red striped duvet was against the middle of the wall. A mannequin body stood by the window, half a dress hanging off of it, long white drapes hanging from the window and billowing on the floor. Next to it was a big white 'chair for two' from the grandmother's house. A long mirror hung beside the bed, and a poster sized portrait of Scarlet and Rhett Butler hung above the bed.
Peyton barely noticed the presence behind her.
'It's been a while huh?' Shane said, breaking from her own reverie as she looked at her old room. Peyton nodded, leaning against the door frame. She felt Shane take her hand and lead her over to the bed. Simultaneously they fell down on it, side by side, staring up at the ceiling.
'What am I going to do tomorrow?' Peyton asked, as she fiddled with her silver thumb ring. Shane shrugged, her head lulling to the side.
'What am I going to do tomorrow?' Shane asked. Peyton bit her lip.
'At least you don't have to go to school.' Peyton sighed. Shane laughed.
'Yet. You can bet though, when some nosy adult hears that there's a sixteen year old not going to school, they pitch a fit to you.' She said as she turned to face Peyton who was nodding, a smile on her own face.
'True.' She said simply. Shane looked back up at the ceiling.
'So what are you going to do about Mr. Scott?' she said his last name with an edge. Peyton had basically told Lucas' character in a 'bad guy' sense. Even if she still had feelings for him, he'd been a jerk, and she knew it.
'Don't know. I guess avoiding him will be a bit of a bitch. Before school ended, I found out I have Classical Civ with him.' Peyton inwardly groaned as she remembered this. Classical Civilization with Lucas Scott. The most boring class in the universe and she was stuck with him. She had a feeling she'd be dreading that class for the next few months.
'Want me to beat him up for you?' Shane asked. Peyton giggled.
'Yeah right. He's like 6'2 and a basketball player.'
'So...I'm a 5'7 volleyball, soccer, basketball player...with a lot of rage.'
'That is true...' Peyton said, her face perfectly serious. She was exhausted, her eyes closing slowly, before her head drooped to the side to see the clock on the wall said 1:24 am. She should get to bed, if she wanted to be extra perky tomorrow for her first day back at Tree Hill as a senior.
'You can sleep here if you want.' Shane said yawning, as if reading Peyton's mind. Peyton smiled, as Shane pulled back the duvet and climbed under. She then grabbed Peyton's hand and pulled her up the bed, Peyton groaning the entire time, though a smile was securely placed on her face. Shane rolled her eyes, and finally got Peyton far enough up the bed so that she could cover them with the duvet.
'I can't believe we're home.' Peyton said softly as she snuggled into a cushy pillow. Shane nodded.
'I can't believe that I'M home.' She said breathing in the old scent of lime, lemon and vanilla that was her own. Peyton smiled and patted Shane's golden head.
'I'm happy you're home, sis.' She said fondly, extra emphasis on the word 'sis'. Shane grinned at this.
'I hate to admit it. But I'm glad to be here.' She shifted in the darkness, a sliver of light from the moon dancing across her olive face, her green eyes that matched her sister's glinting. 'But tell anyone and I'll have to hurt you.' Peyton gave one final laugh.
'Deal.'