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Chapter Five

A few hours later Peyton woke up to a ringing cell phone, she groaned loudly. Batting Brooke's tight embrace off of her she got out of bed to the hall where her cell phone was. Not bothering to look at the id she answered.

"What!" She answered impatiently and rudely.

"Is that how you always answer the phone?" Her father, Larry Sawyer, asked and she suddenly stood up a little straighter. She glanced at the clock next to the telephone holder it read: 12.16. 'Damn!' She thought. He always caught her out when she slept in late.

"UH…sorry I just woke up, had a late night last night. Did you want something?" She asked a little groggily, she felt like a little girl who had just got caught stealing a choc-chip cookie out of the cookie jar. That could partially have to do with the sleeping beauty sprawled out asleep, dead to the world, in the next room. Just the thought of what had happened between them the night before brought a smile to her lips.

"Well it's nice to talk to you too Peyton. Look I was just calling to check up on you and make sure you got my message last night. Did you?" He asked and she thought back to last night, nope she definitely didn't get any messages.

"Message?" She asked wondering what he would have called about.

"So you didn't get it? Was my Peyton out partying all night? Anyway it was just telling you I was coming back a couple of week's early, right at the end of the holidays. So we can have a couple of days together, and of course Brooke can come along too." He told her and she smiled, he at least knew one thing about her. "Yeah, I do know how inseparable you two are. So I'll let you get back to your den of all things punk rock and I'll check up on you later, love you." He said and she nodded.

"Me too." She said and hung up. She sighed and went down into the kitchen instead of back to her 'den' as her father had called it. As she sat down on a stool she looked around and realised one thing was missing: coffee. They had ran out so she quickly slid on her jeans and a t-shirt that had been laying on the back of the coach and grabbed her car keys and then decided against taking her car and instead walking she headed to Karen's café for an emergency take out.

Lucas hadn't being doing so great the last week or so, ever since the 'incident' at the party. He couldn't believe he got so wasted and hurt Peyton like that; he didn't blame her for ignoring him like that. He got that she needed space, but how long was that going to take? Would she even ever be able to forgive him for what he had done to her?

He needed answers so that morning, after quickly showering, eating and stuff it was 12.15 and he headed over to Peyton's house. He needed to talk to her, just see if they could work things out. He needed her, he loved her. He knew they could work, just as long as they talked to each other and were open about their feelings.

When he arrived at her house, he took into account that her car was there, that was a good sign that she was in. She normally took her car; most things were quite far away from her house. He didn't knock, knowing she hardly ever answered her door. Sometimes he found that strange, that she would just leave her door open, open to the world if they chose to go through it. That was so the opposite of her personality, she hardly let anyone in. Even he himself had only been let in briefly, the same with Brooke. Everyone saw the Peyton everyone expected to see, but sometimes on bad days the cracks were sometimes just visible for someone, if they were looking close enough, to see that most of the time it was all an act. If they had ever looked close enough they would have seen that one of the most popular girls in school, the cheery cheerleader wasn't all that cheery.

He walked right in and was a little shocked to see that the living room looked lived in, there were clothes about the place and magazines, normally the only room that looked lived in was Peyton's. The rest of the house was just…there. She spent most of her time in her bedroom. He walked up the stairs needing to talk to her, he knew if they just talked together they could work this thing out, he loved her and wouldn't just walk away.

The door to her bedroom was open a little and he peaked through the gap, and was a little confused to find it empty. Where was she?

"Taking all the sneak peaks you can get now are ya? That's just perverted." An all but friendly voice said from behind him. He shook his head and turned to face the girl he had hurt by going with her best friend.

"I just need to speak to her Brooke, I just need to talk to her and get things right between us." He said and she laughed a little, apparently finding him unbelievable.

"She's not here." She said with venom behind her words. She was still angry with him; he didn't understand why she could have forgiven Peyton so quickly but not him.

"I don't believe you. Her cars' here and it's 12.30. She has to be here." Lucas said not believing his ex-girlfriend for a second. She glared at him obviously not liking that he didn't believe her.

"She's not her-"

"Dude ok, you better be up 'cause I got two hazelnut coffees and bagels with ch-" Peyton stopped walking up the stairs when she noticed Lucas standing there. He smiled at her and she almost dropped the breakfast/lunch that she had in her hands. "Lucas." She said matter of factly. No emotion in her voice. He didn't know whether to be relieved or worried. Was this a good sign?

"Yeah, I need to talk to you." He said hoping she wouldn't make this difficult. Peyton put the food and coffee down on a table and she looked at him in the eyes.

"I've got nothing to say." Her eyes were glassy but he could tell she was doing it on purpose; she was trying to make him think she felt nothing. Didn't care, that she wasn't worth chasing. She was trying to push him away, and she was way too good at doing that for her own good and he sure as hell wasn't going to fall for it. He wanted her to be happy. He smirked still keeping eye contact.

"I didn't ask you to talk I just want you to listen." He said. "Five minutes and I'll be out of your beautiful hair." They hadn't looked away from each other but out of the corner of his eye he could tell Brooke was uncomfortable.

"I don't want to listen." She said and all he wanted to do was go over there and hug her and kiss her and tell her that he loved her more than anything in the world. That he was nothing without her. He was normally a man that thought things through but when it came to Peyton he became impulsive because he hated to see her unhappy. So that's what he did. He dropped his messenger bag and in one quick step was right in front of her. She nodded her head, telling him not to. But he had to make her see how much he loved her and how much he wanted to be with her. He dipped his head and caught her lips with his own and fervently kissed her.

After a few seconds he pulled back and stood with his forehead against hers. And much to his horror she slapped him, real hard on the cheek. His head swung to the side and there was a red mark across his face. He was shocked and the slap had really stung.

"Peyton? I need you baby, and I know you need me too. I'm the only one who knows you, who understands you. The only one Peyton." He said not removing the closeness between them. She pushed him and he tripped over his bag into the wall, not that hard though.

"Lucas…just get out." Peyton said in a whisper, tears rolling down her cheeks. He nodded, seeing he was just upsetting her. He grabbed his back and left, looking back once he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I love you…" He said and then left. He reached his car before tears emerged on his face. He had screwed everything up.

After Lucas left Brooke had no idea what to do for her…what? Girlfriend? Best friend? Everything for her was confusing, and then looking at Peyton she realised that things must be just as confusing, if not more. She gingerly moved over to her and enveloped her in a big hug, hoping she would open up and tell her what she was thinking.

The rest of the day they spent, eating, watching movies and just being together. Both of them not sure what to say.

Peyton got up the next morning and felt better. After a whole day of just hanging out with Brooke and just completely ignoring the Lucas subject they seemed to be getting back to normal…well whatever that was. She logged onto her e-mail to check her mail, she was surprised to find that she had several. One from her boss saying that they loved the new strip...the next from Nathan asking if she was alright and the next from someone she hadn't heard from in about two years…Chase Williams. She scoffed at his cocky e-mail but sure was happy to hear that he would pop bye in Tree Hill during their break, she hadn't seen him in over two years. It would be good to see him again.

They had met each other over summer break one year when Nathan had been at Basketball camp and Brooke had to go to New York with her parents. She was the only one left in Tree Hill and one night had run into Mr Chase Williams, son of the millionaire Robert Williams. Robert Williams owned a big national magazine and made millions off of it. Then one summer his father had been in town and Peyton met him on the beach. They had a lot in common: for example the same taste in music. They started hanging out and then he came back for the spring break, they hung out again. Ever since they had been good friends and e-mailed each other constantly.

"Hey beautiful, what are you doing up so early?" Brooke asked huskily from her position on the bed. Peyton turned and smiled at her. She shrugged.

"Just thinking, broody blond cheerleader meets brunette cheery cheerleader, who would have thought it huh?" she asked with a smile. She hadn't ever mentioned Chase to Brooke or anyone, her father knew though. She wondered for a moment why she hadn't, she couldn't think of a reason. "So I just got an e-mail from an old friend of mine who's coming to visit, you gonna hang out with us? I'll make it worth your while." Peyton smiled moving over to sit next to Brooke, she draped her arm around her once she sat next to her and the brunette placed her head on her shoulder.

"Who's the friend?" Brooke asked sleepily.

"Chase. He lived over in Seattle but he's popping by for a couple of days. Not sure when he just said he might pop in." Peyton said shifting slightly uncomfortably; she was worried that Brooke would be mad that she never mentioned him.

"Chase? Chase…? Baby, we don't know a Chase…wait a minute have you been drinking?" Brooke asked with a dumbfounded look on her face, it made Peyton smile. She looked so adorable, Peyton couldn't resist, and she leaned over and kissed her.

"Just 'cause you don't know him doesn't mean I don't know him. Chase Williams, his dad's super rich and one summer we met and started hanging out whilst you and Nate were away. We keep in touch." She explained. "He's going to be visiting; he can have the spare room since you don't need it. Should only be for a couple of days." She moved into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Not realising Brooke was feeling a little insecure in the room next to her.

TBC...

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