Chapter Three
Chris was still standing in the same spot, long after Peyton had ran out of the club in tightly controlled tears, looking at the spot she had occupied he wondered what the hell happened. Finally coming out of his stupor he shook his head and went in search of Peyton. He looked around the outside of the club and found a guy and a girl who were her age and decided to ask them if they knew Peyton. "Hey, um do either of you know a high school brat with curly blonde hair named Peyton?" he asked. Brooke and Lucas looked at each other, both confused they had never seen this guy before. How did he know Peyton? "Yeah, we know Peyton and she's not a brat. Why?" Brooke wondered, eying this guy suspiciously. "Previously on Saved By The Bell." Chris remarked, smirking. "Anyway, I was just in the club and she ran off; something upset her, I guess. Do you know where she would go if she were upset or something?"
Chris didn't understand why he was concerned with the high school brat, she wasn't anything special, but he had to admit she was an amazing singer and guitar player. Maybe if he found her he could convince her to play on stage tonight. "Yeah, I've got a pretty good idea of where she is, man," Lucas says, pointing in the direction of the Rivercourt, "She's probably at this place called the Rivercourt; it's that way." Chris not bothering to reply just ran off in the direction Lucas was pointing which only left he and Brooke more confused about what was going on. "I wonder who that was." Brooke said as she watched Chris' form fly down the street to the Rivercourt. "I hope Peyton's okay. Do you think it had something to do with us, what upset her I mean?" Lucas wondered cautiously. She laced her hand with his and laid her head on his shoulder. "Maybe it did, maybe it didn't. I don't know Lucas, but what I do know is I'm glad you and I are together and that Peyton and I are best friends again," She muses, "I love you, broody." "I love you, too, cheery." After sharing a short kiss the new/old couple went their separate ways before the club opening tonight, which they would be going to together of course.
Peyton had finally stopped crying and looked around the deserted basketball court, it mimicked her life so well right now it scared her. "Hoes over bros? Buds over studs?" She scoffed at how stupid that sounded. Sighing, she realized she still hadn't gotten the things for Chris' writer yet and decided to screw it, if he wanted to play he'd play if he didn't want to he wouldn't. Chris found the Rivercourt about five minutes later and saw a familiar head of curly blonde hair sitting on a bench, walking over to the bench he sat down and asked, "Hey, you okay?" Peyton turned around to face the voice and found herself staring into Mr. Writer's big brown eyes, the ones she would love to get lost in. Brushing those thoughts from her head, she quipped, "Yeah, like you really care." Chris sighed, this was true normally he wouldn't care but he for some reason he was drawn to the curly blonde high school brat. "Contrary to popular belief I do care and to show you how much I care, I'm ripping up the writer and I'll perform cause I think you're hot, goldilocks." Peyton blushed at Chris' comment and tucked a curl behind her ear, saying, "Weather I'm hot or not you still weren't supposed to hear that song. Nobody's supposed to hear me sing."
"Why the hell not? You have a great voice and not showcasing it would be a crime." Chris notices her blush even more and a satisfied grin bloomed on his face. Peyton brushed off the compliment, "Nah, I don't sing for people. I only sing for me because it's cathartic and not because I think I'm good or anything." Sighing she continued, "Besides those tears have been wanting to come out for a long time." Chris reiterated his previous comment, "Previously on Saved By The Bell." Peyton laughed, actually finding the comment funny. "Whoever broke up with you, you should say thanks cause he's probably made you a better writer. But he's an idiot for breaking up with you, unless you prefer asshole then he's an asshole for breaking up with you." Peyton giggled, something she hadn't done since she was with Lucas, shoving Chris who looked like he was going to fall off the bench; before he could fall she grabbed his hand, which just sent them both falling to the ground in a heap of tangled arms and legs.