"Not really, no," Peyton answered, raising her eyebrows at the girl. She knew this came along with the whole California scene. The rich, ditzy Valley girls who used the word 'like' in every sentence.
"Okay, Summer, farm land is not on that side of the country, you know that," Marissa responded, her eyes darting between Peyton and her best friend.
"Coop, I am just trying to figure out where Hill of Trees is, okay?" Summer replied, snuggling up beside Seth, "Do we have to watch Spider-Man again?"
"Yes, because this is the uncut directors version, which I have only sucessfully watched twice," Seth announced, his eyes glued to the tv set.
"Well, I'm gonna go get a drink," Ryan announced, with a need to slip away from the room. Marissa and Summer had begun to discuss what had been happening in the latest episode of the Valley, so he needed to be away.
"I, uh, second that," Peyton agreed, having to idea about how to handle the questions from Summer anymore. She quickly followed Ryan to the kitchen, sinking into one of the seats, taking a big sigh.
"Water or soda?" Ryan asked her, laughing.
"Water thanks," she said with a smile, gladly taking it from him, "Is that seriously all that goes on here? I mean, between the girls?"
"You mean talking about the Valley, or the latest magazine article, party or even hairstyle?" She nodded. "Just about, get used to it,"
"It is not even funny how different it is here, compared to back home," she said, thinking of the content and quietness of Tree Hill compared to the wild livelyness of California.
"Really? How different would you say?" Ryan asked, wanting to get to know her. It seemed as if this strange cousin was holding something back about her home town. And there was something about her that pulled him in to want more.
"Well, I am asuming you guys don't have sports teams here, at school?"
"Does water polo count?"
She let out a surprised laugh, "Not really. All there really was to our town was the basketball team, held us steady. And the cheerleading along with it,"
"Wait, you are a cheerleader?" he questioned, now being the one letting out a surprised laugh.
"Yeah, I know. Fits the persona right? Brooding artist, part time cheerleader, never really evens out,"
"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm the shy kid from Chino who's brother is in jail, doesn't work out that much either," She gave him a small smile. There was something about this guy, maybe it was his innocent harsh looks or his heart warming smile, but she felt she could trust him. And it was hard for someone like her to let her gaurd down so soon.
"Oh my god, Luke! It's pretty than I thought it would be!" Brooke exclaimed as they walked out of the Orange County Airport, grabbing Lucas arm.
"Oww, wrong arm," he replied, pulling away from her, in pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she replied, a worried look on her face.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, we have more important things to do. How in the hell are we going to find Peyton? In all of this place?" Lucas questioned, a lost look appearing on his face. Brooke looked over at him, then their surroundings.
"We could always call her? Or just find some phone book and look for Sawyer,"
"Except it wouldn't be under Sawyer. Brooke, you are her best friend, what was her mom's maiden name?"
"Okay, one sec, I know this." Brooke paused, thinking, "It starts with a C"
"That narrows it down," Lucas replied, sighing.
"Shut up Lucas, I'm thinking... Cone... Cower... Cohun... Cohen.. yeah!"
"Which one? Cohen?"
"Yeah, that's the one. Although I have no idea what her uncle's name is. Or aunt's for that matter. All I know is her cousin's name, the geek. Seth,"
"Okay, they live in Orange County, Last name Cohen, this can't be as hard as it seems," he said, thinking. They took a seat on one of the benches, waiting for a taxi Lucas had called. He still couldn't get Peyton out of his head. Sure, he knew she would be okay, here with family, but he needed to know it for sure. See that things were okay. Closure.
"Wait, she left a message on my phone. I forgot, she might have said her uncle's name!" Brooke excitedly pressed the buttons on her phone, getting to her voice mail. Lucas watched as she listened to the message intently.
"There was something she said about Sandy... but isn't that a girls name?"
"Sandy..." Lucas paused for a moment to think, "Sanford maybe? That's a guys name,"
"Works for me, if not it's almost like girls name for a guy, opposite Joey on Dawson's Creek!"
"Whatever you say Cheery, but how are we going to get to the place? And find it in general?"
"Luke, breathe. I'm just as worried as you are about her, alright? All we need to do is find a phonebook, then find Cohen," she raced over to the closest payphone, and flipped up the book.
"Remind me to wash my hands, okay?" she asked, as she flipped through the pages, "Aha, S&K Cohen, works for me, cell phone please," She held out her hand, as Lucas dropped the phone into it.
"Here goes nothing," Lucas said quietly, watching her call.
"Hello? I'm looking for Peyton Sawyer,"
Okay, i am really sorry this chapter sucked a lot, cause im slowing down with it for some reason. iknow, its weird, but if you have any ideas, let me know. this chap was mainly talking cause i wasnt in a descriptive mood really, but still please R&R! i love you all for reading! oh, and there is a new chapter for true lies in the type right now and a new chap for ANR up the other day :D