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: Three. Haley and Peyton chat and have girl time. Basically just an excuse to write a girlfriends scene. Should be fun though.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill, WB does...damn them.
Musical Choices for this Chapter:
Only Hope by Switchfoot
Wait by Death Cab for Cutie
Born to Try by Delta Goodrem (a classic)
Rant (SPOILERS!!): About the next episode (the trailer that is) about how it seems that Dan requested partial custody of Lucas when he was a baby... and how Lucas is not sure he should hate him anymore... is he retarded? Okay, let's recap, to last episode when Dan was picking up Nathan from jail, and Lucas comes to the rescue (woohoo super lucas!... I promise that was not sarcastic) he referred to Lucas as another screw up for that night AND he was being a little too grabby with Nathan if you ask me. Plus, if we look back on Dan's skills as a parent...they SUCK! Nathan used to be a total pompous ass, until Haley and him hooked up and he got away from that evil father of his and was emancipated. My real question...why exactly is Lucas not sure he should hate Dan anymore?
I could be wrong though, I'll admit. I mean, OTH has a tendency to fake us out (cough*Brooke pregnant*cough) but still, I don't really understand why Luke thinks that just because Dan asked about being his father, he should forgive him for being a plain old JACKASS in every sense of the word. I guess we'll all see tomorrow in 'The Leaving Song' huh? (P.S. I know, I rag on Luke a lot. I do like his character, but sometimes he can just be so stupid. He's hot though, so I guess I can forgive him.) *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'So you're having a party tomorrow...'Haley said as she looked up from her Calculus homework, her perfectly shaped eyebrow arched high. 'Since when have you wanted to jump on the party bandwagon?' Peyton scoffed, her pencil swirling in her long fingers.
'Please, you know I have no control over what leaves my sister's mouth. I don't think even GOD has that much power.' She tilted her head to the side, smiling slightly at her own quip. Haley laughed too, shaking her head as she scribbled down more answers.
'I still can't believe you have a sister. I mean, how could you not tell me? Or better yet, how did Brooke never catch wind of this?' Peyton's eyebrows rose at this comment.
'Despite what you may hear, Brooke doesn't know everything.' She sighed heavily as she flipped the page of her sketch book. 'She's actually kind of pissed that I never told her. I lied and said I was going on vaca with my dad and my cousin.' Haley shot her a look that had 'well-that-was-a-dumb- thing-to-tell-Brooke' written all over it. 'I know I know. Never lie to the Queen of Snooping.'
'Well, she probably won't be pissed enough to not show up at the party. Though her revenge may come in the form of a wild horde attending tomorrow's get together.' As always, Haley was being quite accurate. Hell, even if Brooke didn't tell everyone at school, SOMEONE was bound to spill the beans and Peyton was fully prepared for their home to be trashed...she'd just have to install her double bolt lock on her bedroom door. If anyone even tried to touch her record collection, they'd be in for a serious ass kicking.
'So,' Haley continued, though her new tone of cool indifference did make a blip on Peyton's radar, 'is Lucas coming to the big bash?' Peyton paused her latest drawing, staring at the paper pensively for a moment.
'Well, yeah.' She said not looking up. 'Obviously.' Haley however was not satisfied with the answer.
'As a friend...or as more than a friend?' Peyton's hazel eyes finally left her paper, only to come up and meet Haley's honey ones. Peyton's lips tightened a moment, before she let out another heavy sigh.
'I haven't got a clue. I mean, you needed a freaking score card to keep track of what certain girls mean to Luke. And, unfortunately, after Nikki's little confession last year, I think my scorecard went missing.' She'd abandoned her latest sketch, a half drawn blossoming flower, and was now chewing her pen thoughtfully.
Haley tossed her hair back frowning slightly, 'So you're still mad at him?'
'Yes...and no.' Peyton closed her sketch pad and laid it on her computer desk. 'It's complicated, Hales.' Haley laughed.
'No shit. When has life with Lucas ever been simple?' Haley slammed her text book closed and tossed it across the bed, lying down on her stomach to give Peyton her full attention. 'Peyt, I'm not saying what Luke did is so easily forgiven. But you could at least give him another chance. You'll be kicking yourself later if you don't.'
Peyton swiveled around in her chair, now biting her bottom lip instead of the pen. Haley was right. Of course, when speaking with Haley James about logic, she was rarely mistaken. The past few days at school had been awkward, to say the least. She'd see Luke in the halls, talking with Nathan or Jake or Brooke or Haley. And sure, they'd say hello, but other than greetings and goodbyes, they had little to say to each other. Especially after Peyton caught sight of him talking with Nikki after a game. Okay, so he looked pretty pissed about it, but still, the green eyed monster of jealousy inside of her was swelling just at the sight of that skanky stalker talking to Lucas.
'So when is Miss Shay getting home anyway?' Haley asked as she folded her arms and laid her chin on them.
'She called and said she'd be home around seven. Something about her meeting up with an old friend and wanting to catch up.' Peyton shrugged. Haley frowned.
'She has friends here?' Hales asked. Again, Peyton shrugged, tucking one foot under her knee.
'I didn't even know she had friends.' She confessed as she swiveled in a circle tapping her armrest. 'She only really lived here when she was a toddler, and for a few months when she was eight. And no one remembers her except for Whitey.'
'Who doesn't Whitey know?' Haley said as she rolled over, looking up at the ceiling. 'So Nathan and I are going to come over around six, okay? I know that's early but we figured you two could use some help setting up.' Peyton smiled, and sighed wistfully. Haley stared at her upside down. 'What?'
'Just you and Nathan.' Peyton answered as she crossed her legs, grinning at her friend. 'You know he used to be such a jerk. Now I'm almost jealous of you.' She winked for good effect. Haley turned scarlet, yet a large pearly smile crept across her own face.
'Of course you are. And why shouldn't you be? I AM Haley James.' She put on a cocky, superior look that could have rivaled Nathan's old one. Peyton stifled her laugh, swinging around and clicking on her web cam tool. 'Really though, Peyt, you think he's changed?' Peyton cast a look over her shoulder.
Haley had rolled right side up and was now looking serious and anxious. Almost fidgety. Peyton offered her a reassuring smile. 'Of course he has. I think you exercised the minion of evil that Dan raised. That's how I know you guys are going to last.' Haley smiled coyly at this. 'This may be a bit of an over share, but when it was him and me, there were sparks and all that. But we didn't really click, you know?'
Haley's eyes were cast out the window, clouding dreamily as she nodded. 'I guess I just don't want to end up in |that| place with him, like you did. You two just seemed so obvious though, as far as dating went. Star athlete and his perfect little cheerleader.' Peyton's eyes narrowed and she sent a charcoal leather pillow sailing directly at Haley's head. It hit her, but Haley laughed it off. 'I don't know you just seemed like such a walking cliché.'
'Yup. Ken and Barbie. We looked really nice together, but you've got to admit, there was nothing really there. Besides, I'm not the perfect little cheerleader. I'm more a walking contradiction than I am a cliché.' She jumped up, staring at her wall, hands on her hips, her pose almost heroic looking. 'Cheerleader by day, punk head banger by night.' It was Haley's turn to throw the pillow.
'Hellooooo?' Their laughter was interrupted by Shane winding around the corner, her face flushed. She looked pretty angry too.
'Hey what's up?' Peyton asked as she fell back down into her desk chair. Shane said nothing, just gave an exasperated cry before she launched her purse at the parallel wall. There was a loud smack followed by the crash of a picture frame falling off the wall. Peyton and Haley merely stared wide eyed. 'Bad day?' Peyton offered weakly.
Shane cast her a glare that would have threatened any male's manhood before she fell against the door frame and slowly began to sink down to the floor. 'You know what? I hate men. They're evil, and stupid, and ... and...evil!' Peyton and Haley exchanged glances before Peyton got up and sat down next to Shane.
'So, this is just a wild ass guess, but things didn't go well with the old friend.' Peyton said as she wrapped an arm around her younger sister, whose head immediately fell onto her shoulder.
'That's a bit of an understatement.' She said in a whiney voice. Her head lifted and she banged it against the wall. 'Ow.'
'What exactly was the purpose of that?' Haley asked as she sat up, sitting cross legged on the edge of the bed. Shane stuck her bottom lip out.
'I was hoping that maybe the whole incident would just...fall right out of my head.' She said this sarcastically but in part she really did wish she could forget her sour encounter with her... "old friend".
'So...what happened?' Haley asked smiling slightly at Shane's dry humor. Shane sighed folding her arms around herself.
'Well, I went to meet my friend at the basketball courts out by the park, you know, the one that mom used to always take us to?' Peyton nodded. That was where Nathan and Luke usually faced off when not at school practice. Of course now it had turned more friendly...the competition of the Scott brothers was still not really gone though. But at least they were trying to be civil.
'Well, me and him started shooting hoops. Playing horse.' Peyton smiled. She remembered that few months that she spent in Tree Hill when she was eight, their mother had pretty much forced them outside. They'd go play 'horse' for hours, where they'd shoot. Every time you missed, you got a letter, and the person who spelled out horse first lost. Shane usually won of course, being the sporty one of the two. Peyton was kind of happy Shane hadn't out grown that game.
'We started talking. Just about random stuff. School. Tree Hill. You.' She nodded to Peyton, who looked half surprised. So she knew this guy. Well that was entirely possible, she knew a lot of guys at school, with who she was on friendly basis with. 'Actually after discussing you, we got in an argument. It sort of escalated into this big yelling contest and I...uh...' she scratched the back of her head nervously. 'I sort of got a little too upset.' Peyton groaned.
'God Shane, what did you do now!?' she asked in a voice of great exasperation. Haley had a bemused look on her face, as though she found all this way too funny.
'Nothing! Well, almost nothing. It's just he was yelling, and then I was yelling. I threw some things. They hit him. It'd not that big a deal!' with that she stood up, as Peyton stared at her incredulously.
'You hit him!?' She bellowed as Shane paced the room.
'No!' she said placing her hands on her hips as she swayed from side to side. 'The stuff I was throwing did.' Haley had her hand over her mouth, trying desperately not to give into a fit of laughter. Peyton shot her a glare, before getting up off the floor.
'I cannot believe you! You'd swear you were six, not sixteen!' she yelled. 'Look, you have to come to school tomorrow and apologize to this guy!' Shane opened her mouth to argue but Peyton clapped her hand over her mouth. 'This is not up for discussion. Now go to your room!' Her other hand whipped from her side and pointed to the door.
One of Shane's eyebrows rose, as she took her sister's wrist and removed her hand from her mouth. 'Okay MOM.' She said as she pushed past Peyton and stormed down the hall to her room. There was a loud slam, which was probably her door.
'Well that went well.' Haley said watching Peyton roll her eyes. Peyton fell back into her chair, raking a hand through her naturally curly hair.
'Tree Hill has enough drama going on without my sister running around beating up guys.' Peyton sighed before a small giggle escaped her mouth. 'I wish mom was here so she could yell at her. If she was, I'd probably be laughing my ass of, high fiving Shay.' Haley smiled as she got up from the bed and walked over to Peyton, sitting down on her knee and clicking away on the keyboard. Peyton was feeling kind of emotionally drained.
That morning she'd had a fight with Brooke, small as it was, and it had involved some yelling. Then she'd met up with Luke in the overly crowded hall and was promptly pressed against him and a locker (or a rock and a hard place, take your pick) as he was shoved forward. Tense pause, resulting in both of them stammering apologies, and Peyton again being tortured by thoughts of him. Right up until the end of school when cheerleading practice had to be endured with a still seething Brooke. Then it was off home with Haley for some relaxing time before being confronted with the bomb that her sister was being a bully. Somehow, life had stayed complicated. Go figure.
Author: Mickey (or Stokely)
Rating: R (for later)
Chapter: Three. Haley and Peyton chat and have girl time. Basically just an excuse to write a girlfriends scene. Should be fun though.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill, WB does...damn them.
Musical Choices for this Chapter:
Only Hope by Switchfoot
Wait by Death Cab for Cutie
Born to Try by Delta Goodrem (a classic)
Rant (SPOILERS!!): About the next episode (the trailer that is) about how it seems that Dan requested partial custody of Lucas when he was a baby... and how Lucas is not sure he should hate him anymore... is he retarded? Okay, let's recap, to last episode when Dan was picking up Nathan from jail, and Lucas comes to the rescue (woohoo super lucas!... I promise that was not sarcastic) he referred to Lucas as another screw up for that night AND he was being a little too grabby with Nathan if you ask me. Plus, if we look back on Dan's skills as a parent...they SUCK! Nathan used to be a total pompous ass, until Haley and him hooked up and he got away from that evil father of his and was emancipated. My real question...why exactly is Lucas not sure he should hate Dan anymore?
I could be wrong though, I'll admit. I mean, OTH has a tendency to fake us out (cough*Brooke pregnant*cough) but still, I don't really understand why Luke thinks that just because Dan asked about being his father, he should forgive him for being a plain old JACKASS in every sense of the word. I guess we'll all see tomorrow in 'The Leaving Song' huh? (P.S. I know, I rag on Luke a lot. I do like his character, but sometimes he can just be so stupid. He's hot though, so I guess I can forgive him.) *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'So you're having a party tomorrow...'Haley said as she looked up from her Calculus homework, her perfectly shaped eyebrow arched high. 'Since when have you wanted to jump on the party bandwagon?' Peyton scoffed, her pencil swirling in her long fingers.
'Please, you know I have no control over what leaves my sister's mouth. I don't think even GOD has that much power.' She tilted her head to the side, smiling slightly at her own quip. Haley laughed too, shaking her head as she scribbled down more answers.
'I still can't believe you have a sister. I mean, how could you not tell me? Or better yet, how did Brooke never catch wind of this?' Peyton's eyebrows rose at this comment.
'Despite what you may hear, Brooke doesn't know everything.' She sighed heavily as she flipped the page of her sketch book. 'She's actually kind of pissed that I never told her. I lied and said I was going on vaca with my dad and my cousin.' Haley shot her a look that had 'well-that-was-a-dumb- thing-to-tell-Brooke' written all over it. 'I know I know. Never lie to the Queen of Snooping.'
'Well, she probably won't be pissed enough to not show up at the party. Though her revenge may come in the form of a wild horde attending tomorrow's get together.' As always, Haley was being quite accurate. Hell, even if Brooke didn't tell everyone at school, SOMEONE was bound to spill the beans and Peyton was fully prepared for their home to be trashed...she'd just have to install her double bolt lock on her bedroom door. If anyone even tried to touch her record collection, they'd be in for a serious ass kicking.
'So,' Haley continued, though her new tone of cool indifference did make a blip on Peyton's radar, 'is Lucas coming to the big bash?' Peyton paused her latest drawing, staring at the paper pensively for a moment.
'Well, yeah.' She said not looking up. 'Obviously.' Haley however was not satisfied with the answer.
'As a friend...or as more than a friend?' Peyton's hazel eyes finally left her paper, only to come up and meet Haley's honey ones. Peyton's lips tightened a moment, before she let out another heavy sigh.
'I haven't got a clue. I mean, you needed a freaking score card to keep track of what certain girls mean to Luke. And, unfortunately, after Nikki's little confession last year, I think my scorecard went missing.' She'd abandoned her latest sketch, a half drawn blossoming flower, and was now chewing her pen thoughtfully.
Haley tossed her hair back frowning slightly, 'So you're still mad at him?'
'Yes...and no.' Peyton closed her sketch pad and laid it on her computer desk. 'It's complicated, Hales.' Haley laughed.
'No shit. When has life with Lucas ever been simple?' Haley slammed her text book closed and tossed it across the bed, lying down on her stomach to give Peyton her full attention. 'Peyt, I'm not saying what Luke did is so easily forgiven. But you could at least give him another chance. You'll be kicking yourself later if you don't.'
Peyton swiveled around in her chair, now biting her bottom lip instead of the pen. Haley was right. Of course, when speaking with Haley James about logic, she was rarely mistaken. The past few days at school had been awkward, to say the least. She'd see Luke in the halls, talking with Nathan or Jake or Brooke or Haley. And sure, they'd say hello, but other than greetings and goodbyes, they had little to say to each other. Especially after Peyton caught sight of him talking with Nikki after a game. Okay, so he looked pretty pissed about it, but still, the green eyed monster of jealousy inside of her was swelling just at the sight of that skanky stalker talking to Lucas.
'So when is Miss Shay getting home anyway?' Haley asked as she folded her arms and laid her chin on them.
'She called and said she'd be home around seven. Something about her meeting up with an old friend and wanting to catch up.' Peyton shrugged. Haley frowned.
'She has friends here?' Hales asked. Again, Peyton shrugged, tucking one foot under her knee.
'I didn't even know she had friends.' She confessed as she swiveled in a circle tapping her armrest. 'She only really lived here when she was a toddler, and for a few months when she was eight. And no one remembers her except for Whitey.'
'Who doesn't Whitey know?' Haley said as she rolled over, looking up at the ceiling. 'So Nathan and I are going to come over around six, okay? I know that's early but we figured you two could use some help setting up.' Peyton smiled, and sighed wistfully. Haley stared at her upside down. 'What?'
'Just you and Nathan.' Peyton answered as she crossed her legs, grinning at her friend. 'You know he used to be such a jerk. Now I'm almost jealous of you.' She winked for good effect. Haley turned scarlet, yet a large pearly smile crept across her own face.
'Of course you are. And why shouldn't you be? I AM Haley James.' She put on a cocky, superior look that could have rivaled Nathan's old one. Peyton stifled her laugh, swinging around and clicking on her web cam tool. 'Really though, Peyt, you think he's changed?' Peyton cast a look over her shoulder.
Haley had rolled right side up and was now looking serious and anxious. Almost fidgety. Peyton offered her a reassuring smile. 'Of course he has. I think you exercised the minion of evil that Dan raised. That's how I know you guys are going to last.' Haley smiled coyly at this. 'This may be a bit of an over share, but when it was him and me, there were sparks and all that. But we didn't really click, you know?'
Haley's eyes were cast out the window, clouding dreamily as she nodded. 'I guess I just don't want to end up in |that| place with him, like you did. You two just seemed so obvious though, as far as dating went. Star athlete and his perfect little cheerleader.' Peyton's eyes narrowed and she sent a charcoal leather pillow sailing directly at Haley's head. It hit her, but Haley laughed it off. 'I don't know you just seemed like such a walking cliché.'
'Yup. Ken and Barbie. We looked really nice together, but you've got to admit, there was nothing really there. Besides, I'm not the perfect little cheerleader. I'm more a walking contradiction than I am a cliché.' She jumped up, staring at her wall, hands on her hips, her pose almost heroic looking. 'Cheerleader by day, punk head banger by night.' It was Haley's turn to throw the pillow.
'Hellooooo?' Their laughter was interrupted by Shane winding around the corner, her face flushed. She looked pretty angry too.
'Hey what's up?' Peyton asked as she fell back down into her desk chair. Shane said nothing, just gave an exasperated cry before she launched her purse at the parallel wall. There was a loud smack followed by the crash of a picture frame falling off the wall. Peyton and Haley merely stared wide eyed. 'Bad day?' Peyton offered weakly.
Shane cast her a glare that would have threatened any male's manhood before she fell against the door frame and slowly began to sink down to the floor. 'You know what? I hate men. They're evil, and stupid, and ... and...evil!' Peyton and Haley exchanged glances before Peyton got up and sat down next to Shane.
'So, this is just a wild ass guess, but things didn't go well with the old friend.' Peyton said as she wrapped an arm around her younger sister, whose head immediately fell onto her shoulder.
'That's a bit of an understatement.' She said in a whiney voice. Her head lifted and she banged it against the wall. 'Ow.'
'What exactly was the purpose of that?' Haley asked as she sat up, sitting cross legged on the edge of the bed. Shane stuck her bottom lip out.
'I was hoping that maybe the whole incident would just...fall right out of my head.' She said this sarcastically but in part she really did wish she could forget her sour encounter with her... "old friend".
'So...what happened?' Haley asked smiling slightly at Shane's dry humor. Shane sighed folding her arms around herself.
'Well, I went to meet my friend at the basketball courts out by the park, you know, the one that mom used to always take us to?' Peyton nodded. That was where Nathan and Luke usually faced off when not at school practice. Of course now it had turned more friendly...the competition of the Scott brothers was still not really gone though. But at least they were trying to be civil.
'Well, me and him started shooting hoops. Playing horse.' Peyton smiled. She remembered that few months that she spent in Tree Hill when she was eight, their mother had pretty much forced them outside. They'd go play 'horse' for hours, where they'd shoot. Every time you missed, you got a letter, and the person who spelled out horse first lost. Shane usually won of course, being the sporty one of the two. Peyton was kind of happy Shane hadn't out grown that game.
'We started talking. Just about random stuff. School. Tree Hill. You.' She nodded to Peyton, who looked half surprised. So she knew this guy. Well that was entirely possible, she knew a lot of guys at school, with who she was on friendly basis with. 'Actually after discussing you, we got in an argument. It sort of escalated into this big yelling contest and I...uh...' she scratched the back of her head nervously. 'I sort of got a little too upset.' Peyton groaned.
'God Shane, what did you do now!?' she asked in a voice of great exasperation. Haley had a bemused look on her face, as though she found all this way too funny.
'Nothing! Well, almost nothing. It's just he was yelling, and then I was yelling. I threw some things. They hit him. It'd not that big a deal!' with that she stood up, as Peyton stared at her incredulously.
'You hit him!?' She bellowed as Shane paced the room.
'No!' she said placing her hands on her hips as she swayed from side to side. 'The stuff I was throwing did.' Haley had her hand over her mouth, trying desperately not to give into a fit of laughter. Peyton shot her a glare, before getting up off the floor.
'I cannot believe you! You'd swear you were six, not sixteen!' she yelled. 'Look, you have to come to school tomorrow and apologize to this guy!' Shane opened her mouth to argue but Peyton clapped her hand over her mouth. 'This is not up for discussion. Now go to your room!' Her other hand whipped from her side and pointed to the door.
One of Shane's eyebrows rose, as she took her sister's wrist and removed her hand from her mouth. 'Okay MOM.' She said as she pushed past Peyton and stormed down the hall to her room. There was a loud slam, which was probably her door.
'Well that went well.' Haley said watching Peyton roll her eyes. Peyton fell back into her chair, raking a hand through her naturally curly hair.
'Tree Hill has enough drama going on without my sister running around beating up guys.' Peyton sighed before a small giggle escaped her mouth. 'I wish mom was here so she could yell at her. If she was, I'd probably be laughing my ass of, high fiving Shay.' Haley smiled as she got up from the bed and walked over to Peyton, sitting down on her knee and clicking away on the keyboard. Peyton was feeling kind of emotionally drained.
That morning she'd had a fight with Brooke, small as it was, and it had involved some yelling. Then she'd met up with Luke in the overly crowded hall and was promptly pressed against him and a locker (or a rock and a hard place, take your pick) as he was shoved forward. Tense pause, resulting in both of them stammering apologies, and Peyton again being tortured by thoughts of him. Right up until the end of school when cheerleading practice had to be endured with a still seething Brooke. Then it was off home with Haley for some relaxing time before being confronted with the bomb that her sister was being a bully. Somehow, life had stayed complicated. Go figure.