AN: Alrighty guys, I'm gonna clear a few things up here...so the deal is,
Haley is pregnant (which I can safely reveal is Nathan's). Nathan doesn't
know she is pregnant, and Lucas obviously hates Nathan and wants to protect
Haley from him, and thinks that Nathan wouldn't make a good father, so he
is pretending that he's the father. Which puts an obvious strain on their
relationship, because they both don't really know where they stand (Haley
and Lucas). Haley doesn't know about Peyton and Lucas, but she knows that
he still kinda likes her. Peyton is keeping it quiet, just because she
loves Lucas so much. But don't give up hope, anyone! It's not over yet. Heh
heh heh.
Disclaimer: Yeah don't own anything but this complicated story...sorry if I lost some of you there...let me know if you still have questions. Thanks as always for feedback!
Description: Peyton and Lucas finally get a little alone time (this is for you Leyton fans! With all my love~) hehe. Haley faces the challenge of putting her feelings into words.
Thinking of you: by grace
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Laughter rang out through the otherwise silent household as the soft glow of dusk overtook the couple cuddling in Lucas's room. They watched the television as it blared at them through the semi-darkness.
A short man with overly large glasses stood before the mike, talking into it with a grin. "So the next thing I knew, he was standing next to me in his boxers, holding the newspaper, breathing like a rhinoceros, and he goes..." The man drew a deep breath and gave a fair impression of a frantic man. "B-but w-w-where's the crème filling?"
Peyton giggled. Lucas shrugged.
"He's all right. Not the best I've seen." Lucas said. Peyton giggled at him.
"Oh yeah? And who's the best you've seen?" Peyton challenged.
"Well...I...Alright, he's pretty good." Lucas huffed. He broke into a smile as Peyton laughed harder.
"You're just jealous. I am. I could never stand up there and make people laugh like that."
"I can make people laugh," Said Lucas defensively. A sly smile stole over his features as he jumped up. He grabbed Peyton's jacket from a chair. Peyton watched him curiously.
"What are you doing?" Peyton furrowed her eyebrows, a skeptical look coming over her.
"Impressions." Said Lucas. He stood with the jacket draped over his shoulders, his chest puffed out, looking semi-important. He swept his hair into what was an uncanny "Dan"-do.
"Well, I expect you to win. Or be wiped off the face of this earth, son, because I am not a man that takes lightly to losing."
Peyton tried to keep a straight face. She really did. She was even on the verge of holding her mouth. But the determined look of dignity on Lucas's face was uncanny to that of her ex-boyfriend's father, and she just had to laugh.
Lucas broke into a grin. He flopped down on the bed and playfully tried to bite Peyton's neck. She fell back on the bed, and pushed him off her with a smile.
"Pretty good." Peyton nodded.
"Your turn." He said, a smirk on his face.
Peyton was silent for a moment, but finally nodded with a small smile and jumped up. She grabbed a hat from Lucas's desk and pulled it awkwardly over her bouncy curls. She frowned momentarily, then donned Lucas's class jacket. She grabbed the basketball and held it. She lifted her chin towards Lucas in acknowledgment.
"Sup, man?" She tried in a deep voice, pouting a bit and looking around shiftily.
Lucas cracked up.
"S-skills?" He managed. Peyton laughed.
"See? I'm good."
"Ha...hey now, I didn't say that."
"You didn't NOT say that." Peyton pouted. Lucas placed a sweet kiss on her lips.
"Alright. Try this one."
Lucas turned up the collar of his jacket and ducked his head a little bit, and stuck his chin up. He pulled his shoulders back and smirked, a basketball in one hand and the other hand in his pocket.
"You know Lucas, there should only be one Scott on this team."
Peyton clutched her stomach, laughing.
"That's great." She giggled. "That's exactly like Nathan."
Lucas lifted his eyebrows in an 'I told you so' look and pulled Peyton to her feet. She nodded and looked around for an idea, Lucas falling back onto his bed. Peyton pulled off her hat, allowing her blonde curls to bounce freely. She grabbed a book off of Lucas's desk and shoved a pencil behind her ear. Grinning in an embarrassed kind of way, she sat next to Lucas and punched his good arm playfully.
"Hey, Scott."
"Haley." There was a look of pain that flashed across Lucas's face but a second later it was gone, and Peyton decided to ignore it.
Instead she dropped the book and the pencil on the floor, and stood on the bed.
"How about now?" She said, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucas stared as she unzipped her sweater all the way, exposing her bra. She dropped her shirt by Lucas, and dropped, inching her way up to him, her eyes never leaving his.
Her face was inches from his when she caught her breath. His eyes were so full of an emotion Peyton had never seen before.
Love?
Peyton couldn't be sure, but she smiled and kissed his lips softly. A gentle kiss. When they broke apart, Lucas smiled.
"You."
"Very good."
"Not a very good impression, though."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. The real Peyton would have done this." His lips started at the base of her neck and trailed up to her lips, where he left her with a sensuous kiss.
"Damn. I'm good." Peyton laughed.
What had started out as innocent kisses soon turned into a full-fledged make-out session, their legs entangled, and the windows quickly steaming up. Peyton inwardly smiled. She loved the way she felt around Lucas.
Free. Imaginative. Not like she was going to die at any second. She felt like every moment she spent with him extended her life, made her live a little more. She loved that feeling. Like she had been falling, and Lucas had caught her.
She reached for his boxers, but felt a hand stop her. She looked up, surprised. But Lucas was shaking his head.
"Haley," He said simply.
Peyton's mind reeled. Haley? What did it mean? But Lucas took her sweaty hands in his and held them to his chest, looking earnestly into her eyes. Peyton stared back, trying to understand.
Why didn't he want her?
"I...I can't. I don't want what happened to Haley to happen to you," He told her quietly.
Peyton's insides warmed. So it was out of concern that he was refusing her. She could live with that. She pressed her lips against his gently, ever so softly, a feather-light touch. Lucas kissed her back, and she smiled as they broke apart.
"I can live with that." Peyton said, pouting a little. "For a little while, anyways."
Lucas grinned.
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A few miles away, Haley sat alone in the dim lights at the café. She sat at the piano, silent tears running down her face. She had promised herself that she wouldn't do this.
She wouldn't think about him. She wouldn't go near the piano. And yet here she was, hunched over the piano, a pen and notebook in her hand, letting tears drip freely down her face and onto the deep wood. Thinking of Nathan, and all of their times together.
Thinking how she might never have it again. Never the warm smiles, the kisses, the deep conversations. Never. Again.
She shook her head to rid her mind of all Nathan-related thoughts. It's all because of this stupid assignment. She thought. If this stupid teacher hadn't assigned her to write a poem about LOVE, then she wouldn't be sitting here now, brewing over her thoughts.
She looked into the dark window, realizing that she had been sitting there for over an hour. Everything was dark and quiet, and she became part of the silence. She closed her eyes, imagining that Nathan was there with her.
A small smile came to her lips. She opened her eyes and saw his reflection in the dark window. She was imaging his face. She smiled at it. She grabbed her pen and notebook and began to write, sparkling tears still flowing down her face.
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Nathan watched through the window, as Haley scribbled furiously. The light surrounded her, and she seemed to glow. He shook his head sadly, biting his lip, and continued walking down the empty sidewalk.
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Soooooo you like it? Hate it? Well I wanna know. Really I wanna know more if you like it, lol, because I'm human and I like hearing good stuff about my work. So who do you think Haley will end up with? I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but she could end up with either.
Next time: Nathan finds out. Oh no! hehehe.
Much luv
Disclaimer: Yeah don't own anything but this complicated story...sorry if I lost some of you there...let me know if you still have questions. Thanks as always for feedback!
Description: Peyton and Lucas finally get a little alone time (this is for you Leyton fans! With all my love~) hehe. Haley faces the challenge of putting her feelings into words.
Thinking of you: by grace
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Laughter rang out through the otherwise silent household as the soft glow of dusk overtook the couple cuddling in Lucas's room. They watched the television as it blared at them through the semi-darkness.
A short man with overly large glasses stood before the mike, talking into it with a grin. "So the next thing I knew, he was standing next to me in his boxers, holding the newspaper, breathing like a rhinoceros, and he goes..." The man drew a deep breath and gave a fair impression of a frantic man. "B-but w-w-where's the crème filling?"
Peyton giggled. Lucas shrugged.
"He's all right. Not the best I've seen." Lucas said. Peyton giggled at him.
"Oh yeah? And who's the best you've seen?" Peyton challenged.
"Well...I...Alright, he's pretty good." Lucas huffed. He broke into a smile as Peyton laughed harder.
"You're just jealous. I am. I could never stand up there and make people laugh like that."
"I can make people laugh," Said Lucas defensively. A sly smile stole over his features as he jumped up. He grabbed Peyton's jacket from a chair. Peyton watched him curiously.
"What are you doing?" Peyton furrowed her eyebrows, a skeptical look coming over her.
"Impressions." Said Lucas. He stood with the jacket draped over his shoulders, his chest puffed out, looking semi-important. He swept his hair into what was an uncanny "Dan"-do.
"Well, I expect you to win. Or be wiped off the face of this earth, son, because I am not a man that takes lightly to losing."
Peyton tried to keep a straight face. She really did. She was even on the verge of holding her mouth. But the determined look of dignity on Lucas's face was uncanny to that of her ex-boyfriend's father, and she just had to laugh.
Lucas broke into a grin. He flopped down on the bed and playfully tried to bite Peyton's neck. She fell back on the bed, and pushed him off her with a smile.
"Pretty good." Peyton nodded.
"Your turn." He said, a smirk on his face.
Peyton was silent for a moment, but finally nodded with a small smile and jumped up. She grabbed a hat from Lucas's desk and pulled it awkwardly over her bouncy curls. She frowned momentarily, then donned Lucas's class jacket. She grabbed the basketball and held it. She lifted her chin towards Lucas in acknowledgment.
"Sup, man?" She tried in a deep voice, pouting a bit and looking around shiftily.
Lucas cracked up.
"S-skills?" He managed. Peyton laughed.
"See? I'm good."
"Ha...hey now, I didn't say that."
"You didn't NOT say that." Peyton pouted. Lucas placed a sweet kiss on her lips.
"Alright. Try this one."
Lucas turned up the collar of his jacket and ducked his head a little bit, and stuck his chin up. He pulled his shoulders back and smirked, a basketball in one hand and the other hand in his pocket.
"You know Lucas, there should only be one Scott on this team."
Peyton clutched her stomach, laughing.
"That's great." She giggled. "That's exactly like Nathan."
Lucas lifted his eyebrows in an 'I told you so' look and pulled Peyton to her feet. She nodded and looked around for an idea, Lucas falling back onto his bed. Peyton pulled off her hat, allowing her blonde curls to bounce freely. She grabbed a book off of Lucas's desk and shoved a pencil behind her ear. Grinning in an embarrassed kind of way, she sat next to Lucas and punched his good arm playfully.
"Hey, Scott."
"Haley." There was a look of pain that flashed across Lucas's face but a second later it was gone, and Peyton decided to ignore it.
Instead she dropped the book and the pencil on the floor, and stood on the bed.
"How about now?" She said, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucas stared as she unzipped her sweater all the way, exposing her bra. She dropped her shirt by Lucas, and dropped, inching her way up to him, her eyes never leaving his.
Her face was inches from his when she caught her breath. His eyes were so full of an emotion Peyton had never seen before.
Love?
Peyton couldn't be sure, but she smiled and kissed his lips softly. A gentle kiss. When they broke apart, Lucas smiled.
"You."
"Very good."
"Not a very good impression, though."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. The real Peyton would have done this." His lips started at the base of her neck and trailed up to her lips, where he left her with a sensuous kiss.
"Damn. I'm good." Peyton laughed.
What had started out as innocent kisses soon turned into a full-fledged make-out session, their legs entangled, and the windows quickly steaming up. Peyton inwardly smiled. She loved the way she felt around Lucas.
Free. Imaginative. Not like she was going to die at any second. She felt like every moment she spent with him extended her life, made her live a little more. She loved that feeling. Like she had been falling, and Lucas had caught her.
She reached for his boxers, but felt a hand stop her. She looked up, surprised. But Lucas was shaking his head.
"Haley," He said simply.
Peyton's mind reeled. Haley? What did it mean? But Lucas took her sweaty hands in his and held them to his chest, looking earnestly into her eyes. Peyton stared back, trying to understand.
Why didn't he want her?
"I...I can't. I don't want what happened to Haley to happen to you," He told her quietly.
Peyton's insides warmed. So it was out of concern that he was refusing her. She could live with that. She pressed her lips against his gently, ever so softly, a feather-light touch. Lucas kissed her back, and she smiled as they broke apart.
"I can live with that." Peyton said, pouting a little. "For a little while, anyways."
Lucas grinned.
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A few miles away, Haley sat alone in the dim lights at the café. She sat at the piano, silent tears running down her face. She had promised herself that she wouldn't do this.
She wouldn't think about him. She wouldn't go near the piano. And yet here she was, hunched over the piano, a pen and notebook in her hand, letting tears drip freely down her face and onto the deep wood. Thinking of Nathan, and all of their times together.
Thinking how she might never have it again. Never the warm smiles, the kisses, the deep conversations. Never. Again.
She shook her head to rid her mind of all Nathan-related thoughts. It's all because of this stupid assignment. She thought. If this stupid teacher hadn't assigned her to write a poem about LOVE, then she wouldn't be sitting here now, brewing over her thoughts.
She looked into the dark window, realizing that she had been sitting there for over an hour. Everything was dark and quiet, and she became part of the silence. She closed her eyes, imagining that Nathan was there with her.
A small smile came to her lips. She opened her eyes and saw his reflection in the dark window. She was imaging his face. She smiled at it. She grabbed her pen and notebook and began to write, sparkling tears still flowing down her face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nathan watched through the window, as Haley scribbled furiously. The light surrounded her, and she seemed to glow. He shook his head sadly, biting his lip, and continued walking down the empty sidewalk.
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Soooooo you like it? Hate it? Well I wanna know. Really I wanna know more if you like it, lol, because I'm human and I like hearing good stuff about my work. So who do you think Haley will end up with? I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but she could end up with either.
Next time: Nathan finds out. Oh no! hehehe.
Much luv