Green foliage lined the sides of the highway as Luke drove. Country music poured out of the stereo.
Peyton beat her hand along to the rhythm on her knee, while looking out the window.
Brooke had her head back against the seat, her hat tipped over her forehead. As she slept, the wind whistled through her soft brown hair.
Luke nodded his head to the rhythm and kept driving. Up ahead sped a black Mustang.
"There's Nathan and Haley." Luke nodded to the car.
Peyton shook her head and laughed in sheer delight.
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"Haley, what song do you want to listen to now?" Nathan asked as he fiddled with CD's in the passenger seat.
Haley picked one with her hand, not even looking. Looked at the odometer and stepped on the accelerator a little more.
"Speed much?" Nathan teased.
Haley smirked at him. "I like to drive in the fast lane. Can't blame a girl for wanting a bit of fun in her otherwise dull life." Rolling her eyes at her last remark.
Nathan lifted her right hand off the steering wheel and kissed it softly. Looking into her big brown eyes.
"I wouldn't deny you anything." Nathan grinned.
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Brooke pushed back her hat, looking out the window. "Hey guys, 12 more miles till Emerald Bay, then the party can get started." Leaning out the window, she whooped in happiness.
Peyton smiled at Luke. "I brought a little something along," she whispered in his ear.
Luke shivered, not from the cold, from the strange tingling that shot down his spine. A flash of something liquefied his insides.
Sliding a glance over at Peyton out of the side of his eyes, he was shocked to think that he was having more than friendly feelings for Peyton. We've been friends forever, how can I start having weird feelings now? Bizarre.
Sunlight poured down through the trees overhead. As Luke's truck pulled into the campsite. He saw the school bus and a swarm of teenagers that were in his class.
"Let's get this party started." Brooke shouted, high-fiving Peyton.
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