trying to work out their marriage. Chris is still on tour. Brooke and Peyton are still best friends.Jake never came back. Okay--I guess I'll explain everything else later.
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Peyton sat down on the couch at Tric, tired. "Luke, I love your mom to death, but what was she thinking..putting ME in charge of Tric?"
Lucas sat on the arm of the couch, next to the blonde. Making a confused face, he spoke. "Huh, I don't know, Peyt. I mean, she COULDN'T have thought that she
could trust you.. THAT couldn't be it. And it couldn't be that you're responisble, and awesome, and have GREAT taste in music.. Why DID she put you in charge"
Lucas pretended to think about it some more, even rubbing his chin.
Peyton laughed, playfully slapping Lucas in the chest. "You're such a loser, Luke."
Lucas simply smiled back at her. The moment was interrupted by the phone ringing.
Peyton reluctantly stood up, and walked to the telephone. "Tric." She said, answering the phone.
After a few moments, a huge smile came across Peyton's face. "Thank you sooo much." She said before hanging up.
Charging over to Lucas, she jumped in his lap. "Dude, I got The Killers to come here...this Saturday!" She said, completely giddy.
Lucas smiled at her before twirling his index finger around. "Woo hoo." He said, pretending not to be interested.
Peyton grabbed Lucas's finger as she pretended to try to bite it.
"Ya know, biting and nibbling are two VERY popular forms of foreplay." Said a seductive voice, which was coming from the door.
Both Lucas and Peyton turned to see Brooke Davis. They immediately detatched themselves, hoping the situation wouldn't be akward.
Brooke sensed this, so she waved a hand at them. "Please..The whole 'Triangle of Love' thing is sooo last year." She said, smiling.
Peyton nodded her head, unsurely. "Okay, yeah." She said, hoping the subject would be dropped.
Lucas stood up. "Uhh, Peyt...and Brooke, do you guys wanna come to the cafe'?" He asked, remembering that Brooke was there.
Peyton shook her head, reluctantly. "Sorry, I can't. The band's manager is on his way here to talk 'details'" Peyton said, air quoting 'details.' Seeing the dissapointed looks on both Brooke and Lucas's faces, Peyton brightened up. "But you two can TOTALLY go together. Bring me some food. I'm starving." She said, trying to help Brooke and Lucas regain their friendship.
Lucas nodded his head slowly. "Okay." He said as he leaned over to give Peyton a kiss on the cheek. "Your usual?" He asked, referring to the cheeseburger and fries she always got from Karen's.
Peyton nodded her head. "Have fun." She said as they left.
Fifteen minutes later, a tall, masculine man walked into the club. "Peyton Sawyer?" He questioned.
Peyton looked up from the records that she was fixing. "Yeah?" She asked, not knowing who this person was.
"Hi, I'm Jimmy Masters. I'm managing the tour that you booked." He said, sticking his hand out for Peyton to shake.
Peyton smiled. "Oh, hey. I'm Peyton Sawyer." She said, shaking his hand.
The man looked at her. "I just thought you would be a lot...older." He said, searching for the correct word.
Peyton shrugged her shoulders. "Nope, I'm 17."
The man nodded his head. "Okay, now the band is in Florida right now, but I was able to grab the opening act. I thought you two could get acquainted."
Peyton smiled happily. This was going to be sooo much fun. "Of course, I'd be happy to show him around town, if he wants."
The man nodded as he waved someone from the door inside.
Peyton's eyes widened. She was face to face with Chris Kellar. "NO...FUCKING...WAY!" She said, louder than intended.
Chris simply smirked. "Good to see you too, Goldilocks."