Lucas stopped infront of Nathan's door, walking closer to it, overhearing Nathan's conversation with Peyton.

(Inside the bedroom)

"You okay?" Nathan asked while walking towards the bed.

Peyton was sitting on the edge of his bed staring at the wall.

"Yeah." Peyton said bluntly.

Nathan sighed softly as he sat behind her on the bed, "Brooke was being a bitch tonight."

Peyton closed her eyes, that's what she wanted to believe, that Brooke was being a bitch.

Peyton nodded slowly, "…I guess."

Nathan rubbed his lips together, "Are you okay?"

Peyton stood up, obviously frustrated, and threw her hands in the air, "Yes. Nathan, I'm fine. Brooke just embarrassed me in front of everyone and I feel great. I really do."

Nathan rolled his eyes, "She didn't embarrass you in front of everyone. It was just him and his stupid girlfriend."

Peyton's eyebrows rose, "Him? You mean, Lucas? Your brother? Who ha-"

Nathan's jaw clenched, "He's not my brother. Don't call him that."

Peyton shook her head as she walked towards the door, "You know, sometimes I wonder why I even stay with you."

Nathan snarled, "Yeah? Me too."

Peyton glared at him and rolled her eyes as she opened the door and stepped out, slamming it loudly. She took a deep breath and started walking towards the stairs, but collided in to someone first.

Peyton fell to the carpeted floor and looked at the person she crashed in to.

"…Sorry," she whispered softly.

Lucas stood up and nodded, holding his hand out to her, trying to help her up.

Peyton stared at his hand and then back at him, before taking his hand reluctantly, "..Thanks."

Lucas nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Peyton crossed her arms over her body, and her walls immediately went up, "They're not usually like that."

Lucas stared at her, obviously confused, "What?"

Peyton sighed, quite frustrated, "Them. Brooke. And, Nathan. They're not like that all the time. He was just pissed. And, so was she."

Lucas nodded, "Yeah. Well, it's not exactly like he wanted to be put in this situation."

Peyton nodded, looking from the floor up to him, realizing that he was now talking about himself, "Yeah."

Lucas began walking toward the guest room, "Maybe they're more alike then they think."

Peyton's eyes widened very slightly, "Who?"

Lucas smirked at her, "Brooke and Nathan."

Peyton nodded, "Oh. Yeah. They are."

Lucas smiled as he watched a faint blush wash over her cheeks, "Goodnight."

Peyton nodded as she darted towards the stairs, "Yeah. You too."

Peyton sighed as she reached the bottom of the stairs, and stared at the front door, debating whether she should go home or just stay the night there.

She walked towards the kitchen and searched for a glass, only finding a wine glass. She rolled her eyes and walked towards the keg, filling the glass before bringing it to her lips.

"Beer in a wine glass? Always the sophisticate," a voice echoed through the Scott's family room.

Peyton turned towards the owner of the voice, incredibly startled, "You scared me, jackass."

Nathan walked towards, clad in his boxers and t-shirt, "I was going to go to bed, and then I was hoping that I could catch you on your way out."

Peyton shrugged as she leaned against the counter, "I was just going to sleep on the couch."

Nathan looked at her, slightly confused, "You could've slept upstairs with me."

Peyton nodded and rolled her eyes, "I know. That's why I considered the sofa."

Nathan smiled softly and shook his head, "Okay."

He walked towards the couch and laid down on it, and Peyton walked towards the same couch and stood towering over him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, obviously annoyed.

Nathan smirked as he folded his hands and slipped them under his head, "Getting ready for bed."

Peyton shook her head and placed the glass on the coffee table, "I'm just going to go home."

Nathan sat up quickly and grabbed her arm as she walked towards the door, "Peyton. Come on, I just want to talk."

Peyton snarled, "Have we ever 'just talked,' Nathan?"

Nathan shrugged, "There's a first for everything."

Peyton nodded and let Nathan pull her on to his lap.

Nathan pursed his lips, "So, what Brooke said really pissed you off, huh?"

Peyton shook her head, "Nathan, you don't get it. What Brooke said really pissed me off, because what she said was true."

…

Lucas walked inside the guest room. It was nicely decorated, with a warm, almost golden, yellow color, and brown bedding and curtains. There were tasteful paintings on the walls and Lucas couldn't help but compare it to his guest room at home.

He unzippered his suitcase and grabbed a white t-shirt out of it. He then took off his jeans, leaving him a grey pair of boxers, and set them on the chair in the corner.

…

Nathan stared at Peyton before placing his hands on her waist and pushing her off of his body. Peyton settled in to the spot on the couch next to him and crossed her arms over her body.

"Nath-" Peyton began.

Nathan shook his head, "Forget it. Let's just go to sleep."

Peyton stared at him, shocked and disappointed, but nodded and rested her head on his shoulder, "Okay."

Nathan looked down at her and realized she was trying to pull down her skirt, because it was continuously riding up while she sat 'Indian style.' Nathan pulled his shirt over his head and placed it on her lap.

"Change in to that. You'll be more comfortable," he said.

Peyton stared down at the light blue t-shirt, that was definitely too big for her, but was perfect for sleeping in. She stood up and slipped her black top off, then she took off her skirt. She pulled his shirt over head, and turned around, expecting to see Nathan staring at her while she changed. But, instead she saw him in a new position, now laying on the couch, his eyes closed, looking like he was trying to fall asleep. Peyton smiled softly and walked towards the couch, laying next to him as she rested her head on his chest, and felt him wrap his arms around her body.

…

Peyton woke up slowly, rubbing her eyes, after balling her hands in to fists.

She looked over to her side, and noticed that Nathan wasn't there. She sighed inwardly, it was something Nathan did all the time now. He would leave in the mornings, at his house, her house, it didn't matter. She remembered when they first started having sex, she'd wake up, and Nathan would be lying next to her, his arms wrapped around her waist, her body touching his. She'd try to wake him up, but he'd ignore her for a couple minutes and she'd eventually go back to sleep. She felt like that was so long ago. Now, Nathan woke up first, and didn't even bother waking her up to tell her that he was leaving.

Peyton stood up slowly and was shocked to see Lucas sitting at the kitchen table.

He looked up at her, taking in her appearance. She was wearing a light blue, cotton t-shirt, that was very loose, but not very long. Her curls framed her face, and she was staring at him, looking a little tired or upset. Maybe both?

"Hey," she called out, walking towards the fridge and grabbing a gallon of milk.

"Hey," he nodded.

Lucas wasn't sure if asking about Nathan was a good idea, he didn't want to pry, but he didn't want to be unfriendly.

"Is Nathan still sleeping?" Lucas asked, after a couple seconds of silence.

Peyton shrugged, "He wasn't there when I woke up."

Lucas kicked himself mentally for asking the question, was that what Brooke meant last night? That they would sleep together, and then he would leave, or tell her to leave?

"Oh," Lucas said lamely.

Peyton nodded and made her way to the table, after grabbing a bowl, "So, what time did you wake up?"

Lucas shrugged, "6? Maybe 6:30."

Peyton's eyes widened, 6 on a Saturday? And, she thought 8 was early.

"Whoa. I usually wake up at like…atleast 10," Peyton said.

Lucas nodded, "Yeah. I usually work for my uncle over the weekend. If I finish in the morning, I don't have to work the rest of the day."

Peyton nodded, realizing that this was slightly awkward.

"So, do you have plans today?" Peyton asked, after finishing her bowl of cereal.

Lucas shrugged, "I may go hang out with Haley."

"You guys are good friends, huh?" Peyton asked.

"Yeah. You and Brooke are too, right?" Lucas asked.

Peyton cocked her right eyebrow, "Are you stalking me?"

Lucas blushed obviously embarrassed, "Um. No. I ju-"

Peyton laughed, "It's fine. We are. We don't fight often. Yesterday, was like a..Once- in –a- blue- moon type of thing."

Lucas nodded, "Yeah. You told me."

Lucas realized how weird this was. He never thought he'd be eating breakfast with Peyton Sawyer. This was just too weird.

The front door opened, and Nathan walked in to the kitchen, wiping beads of sweat off of his forehead.

He walked in to the kitchen and was shocked to see Peyton and Lucas eating breakfast together.

Peyton looked up and saw Nathan staring at the two, and Lucas turned around, and noticed the same thing.

Nathan walked towards the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

"Hey," Peyton said, getting up to put her bowl in the dishwasher.

"Hey," Nathan said, not bothering to acknowledge Lucas.

Lucas wondered if Nathan was going to thank him for cleaning up the previous night, and decided that he most likely wouldn't.

"Have a nice run?" Peyton asked, sarcasm evident in her voice.

Nathan looked towards her and shrugged, "I didn't want to bother you. My dad would kill me if I was slacking."

Nathan watched as Peyton walked towards the staircase, he smirked appreciatively, as he noticed that she was still wearing his t-shirt, which barely covered her ass. He glanced over and realized Lucas was looking at her as well.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Nathan asked, his eyes narrow and his jaw clenched.

Lucas looked at him and rolled his eyes, "Nothing."

Nathan snarled, "Yeah? You sure you weren't checking her out?"

Lucas shook his head, "Yeah. Positive."

Nathan walked towards him, his eyes flashing of anger, "Why don't you-"

"Nathan? Where's your phone?" Peyton yelled down the stairs.

Nathan sighed as he continued to glare at Lucas, "In my room."

"No, it's not!" Peyton yelled.

Nathan walked towards the stairs, not even bothering to look at Lucas again.

"Check my desk!" he said loudly.

Nathan jogged up the stairs and walked in to his room to see Peyton laying on his bed, dialing a phone number.

"Who are you calling?" Nathan asked.

"Brooke," she replied simply.

"...Why?" Nathan asked confused.

"To talk."

"She's the one who screwed up," Nathan commented.

"Yeah, well, sometimes you have to be the bigger man, Nate. But, you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Peyton said, while walking out of his room."

Nathan rolled his eyes before grabbing his cell phone, "Hey Tim? Yeah. We have to get ready in a couple hours. You'll be here, right?...Great. Later, man. Nah, she's just being a bitch. Yeah whatever. Later."