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Disclaimer: One Tree Hill belongs to the WB and whatnot. The song 'Livin' on a Prayer' is by Bon Jovi.
Chapter Two
A hiss of steam sounded from the hot plate of her coffee maker as she settled the half empty pot back onto it. Freshly filled mug of coffee in hand, the blonde walked out of her kitchen and into the living room. She picked up her keys from a table next to the door and rushed out of the house with a quick mouthful of caffeine from her cup.
In the middle of locking up, she muttered a curse. Peyton unlocked the door, went back inside and looked around the room. Finding what she was searching for, she grabbed her knapsack and started to head out again, but halted. The woman downed all of her coffee and held in a cry of pain as the liquid burned inside of her. She bit her upper lip and put down the cup on the side table, finally leaving the house.
"Aunt Peyton!" an excited screech, followed by a little dark haired munchkin jumping into her arms, surprised her.
She smiled briefly, "Hey, Jenny."
"You okay?" the girl questioned, her eyes showing naïve concern.
"Yeah, baby girl. Just a little… nervous."
Jenny nodded and stood back onto the ground. The girl pulled out an Ipod from her pocket and gave it to the older woman. "Daddy said to give it to you. He added new songs in there for you to listen to on your trip."
"Tell your dad that I said thanks," the blonde stated. She shouldered her knapsack and hugged the girl she had come to love as one of her family. "I'll see you in a few days, okay?"
"Yeah and be careful Aunt Pey."
Peyton smiled softly in reassurance, "I will." Letting go of Jenny, she stepped off the porch and got into her car. She threw the knapsack into the backseat of her '67 Camaro and keyed the ignition.
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Once upon a time
Not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
He's down on his luck...it's tough, so tough
The soft eighties metal beat filtered through her speakers after she had connected the mp3 player Jake had bought her for a birthday a year before, to the car stereo. Peyton lightly smirked at the song and put on a pair of her aviators.
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love - for love
The memory of a drunken night at a karaoke bar a few days after her 21st birthday, went through her mind. Too much alcohol combined with an odd mix of cheer spirit had caused her to be one of those slurring idiots on stage singing 'Living on a Prayer'.The night ended with her throwing up on Jake and passing out. That was fun. Peyton chuckled at the thought.
She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot
She'd been driving for about a few hours out of town, it took a lot of her will to not turn around and drive back to Savannah. Her dad was expecting her and she hated to disappoint him for not wanting to see him. That wasn't really true, she did want to see him. She just didn't want to see other people whom she was sure would confront her about her leaving without word, straight out of school.
We're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer
Flipping on her left blinker, she exited onto a highway. The sign reading: Tree Hill, 90 miles.
Tommy got his six string in hock Now he's holding in what he used To make it talk - so tough, it's tough
The blonde rolled down her window as the late morning started to heat up. She needed to get her air conditioner fixed.
A loud buzz caught her attention, her cell phone vibrating on the dashboard.
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers: Baby it's okay, someday
We've got to hold on to what we've got
Cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot
She answered it, "Hello?"
"Hey, honey. Just checking up on you."
Peyton's eyes softened at her father's words, "I'm a few hours or so away."
"Good. I can't wait to see you. It's been too long."
"Yeah, I know dad."
"Well, I'll be waiting for you. See you in a few."
"Bye," the woman replied. She placed the phone on the seat next to her. Turning up the volume, she leaned against the head rest and sighed.
We're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer
We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got
We're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer
TBC…
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Hope you liked it. I'll have another chapter up in a day or two.