Someday You Will Be Loved
Part Two

You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved
--Death Cab For Cutie

On this morning, Peyton woke up to the soothing stillness of her dorm room as she slipped out of her bed, wrapping her near-by robe around her cold body that had begun to gain goose bumps as she ventured out into the open air of her room. The night before, she had prayed for one night and if it could be any night, it would be tonight. The date would be long forgotten in Lucas' mind surely, though Peyton remembered it like someone had burned it into her brain. The agony of being burned rested in her lonely mind as she thought of the significance of the date. It was March 29, the day she had first indulged in her real passion. The day Lucas and her had searched the hotel room for her lost piece of jewelry. That was the very day that Peyton decided she couldn't live without Lucas Scott. She knew in that moment of heat that what they had was real; it was tangible and undeniable and oh so horribly strong. What she felt toward the tall blonde couldn't be explained in an ancient proverb or an old rock song. Nothing Peyton could draw or write could explain how she felt when she was with Lucas. She was exhilarated and calm at the same time. Nervous and at home. All these conflicting emotions ran circles around her head until she got dizzy and had to force herself to think of anything else except for the boy who had stolen her heart. Lucas must have known he still had her heart and he was a selfish bastard not to let her have it back. There was no way she could ever move on without closure. But, it was far too late to ask Lucas for some sort of closure. He had moved on with her best friend-maybe Peyton had never meant that much to him in the first place. Peyton sighed at her own self-pity at this line of thought. Convincing herself that he had never really loved her wasn't going to make that fact that she still loved him go away. Nothing could change how she felt. Not Brooke, not Lucas, and surely not the haunting fact that she had ended it. She had ended the best thing that had ever happened to her for a friend who had never, ever repaid her.

Shaking her head violently, Peyton forced herself to take a shower. Undressing in the bathroom a moment later, she felt detached from the world. She couldn't even feel the cold beads of water hitting her back as the water adjusted the heat inside the shower walls. Closing her eyes, Peyton turned the water up to as hot as she could bare it. She wanted to wash him away from her. But, no matter how many steaming hot showers she took, she couldn't get the feel and smell of Lucas off her skin. It had been three years and he lingered everywhere. Scrubbing her body until it was red and raw, Peyton still wasn't satisfied. Nothing could cure this disease that she carried with her. Giving into it, Peyton leaned against the cool tile of the shower and let the first tears of the day fall. Like the water, they were warm which clued her into the fact that they were falling fast. They didn't have time to meet the alternate colder air so they could feel cold on her face. The stiff realization that she was sobbing shook Peyton; she couldn't let him get to her like this anymore. Rubbing the tears off her face, she smoothed down her wet hair and just stood there, naked in the shower as the water slowly turned colder and colder. But, she didn't notice. All she could think of was the face she surely saw in the doorway before the door shut. Lucas had stood there and watched her cry. Cursing Brooke for buying a see-through shower curtain, insisting it was "kinkier", Peyton rinsed her hair and turned off the water, now furious with herself for crying. Crying meant she was weak and Peyton was stronger than ever now that she had gone through so much in such a short amount of time. Drying off quickly, Peyton fled to her room yet again and stayed enclosed until she heard Brooke's cheerful voice beckon her boyfriend for a Saturday shopping trip. Now she could breath easy.

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At dinner with Brooke and Lucas, she sat on the couch with her Chinese take-out box and can of soda, brooding as the happy couple watched TV. Brooke was bitching about one thing or another and Lucas was fighting with her in that stupid playful boyfriend way that Peyton absolutely hated. Lucas was a different person when he was with Brooke. He wasn't the real him, the guy Peyton knew so well in her memories and dreams. Finally having enough of the whole scene, Peyton stood up and threw her trash away in the can forcefully, hearing Brooke's condescending voice as she walked away: "I guess someone forgot to take her happy pills today." Peyton snorted as she sought refuge in her room for the third time in the past forty-eight hours. Within seconds of laying on her bed, sleep took her away to a place where she and Lucas were actually happy. Upon waking up, Peyton realized how stupid it was for her to fall asleep so early. Now she was wide awake at three in the morning. Groaning, she got up only to be met by the underlying hunger from not eating any of her dinner. Surrendering to her stomach's loud protest against not eating, she crept from her room to the kitchen to retrieve her favorite late-night snack: chocolate. Dipping into her own secret stash kept where the cleaning products were located, somewhere Peyton knew Brooke would never venture, she selected her favorites and turned around to leave. However, fate just was not on her side. She collided with a broad-chested male and her mind reacted quickly. "Sorry." She said, making to go around a bed-headed Lucas, but she moved in front of her. "Lucas, let me go." she asked him, rolling her eyes when really, inside, she was begging him to let her leave. "What's wrong with you lately?" He asked, his voice rough from sleep. "Nothing's wrong with me, Lucas, except for your ass being in my way." She snapped, clearly done with the situation. "I need your help, though." Lucas said and Peyton stopped moving. "What the hell is he talking about?" she wondered, but gave in anyway. She set down her goods and rested a hand on her hip. "Okay, what is it? And if it's about Brooke, ask someone else; that girl confuses the hell out of me." She asked, gesturing to him with her free hand as if to signify that she had an appointment and was without time to spare though she really could have stayed there all night with him and helped him with anything he needed. "Where's the peanut butter?" He asked and Peyton let out a short laugh. Brooke constantly re-locating all the food in the house had obviously trumped Lucas. Brooke Davis was notorious for never putting anything back in its original spot. Peyton sauntered over to the cupboard and Lucas followed her. Reaching up to the very top on, she could feel Lucas' eyes going over her toned arms and stomach all the way down to her slim legs, but she pretended not to notice.

"Here you are." She said, trying to be upbeat as she handed him the jar. She unscrewed it and a frown formed upon his face. Brows knit together, Peyton leaned over and examined the contents of the container of which there were none. "Sorry bud, I guess it's not your night." She said, shrugging her shoulders in a way that said, "Outta luck, man." Lucas looked from Peyton's face back to the jar before he set it down and rested his forearm against the counter casually, leaning there. For a long time, no one said anything and Peyton had just opened her mouth to speak when Lucas beat her to the punch. "Let's go pick some up-" Peyton was already beginning to protest, but Lucas shook his head to silence the words building in her throat. "You can replenish your chocolate supply and maybe we can actually start to build this thing called a friend ship that you have been putting off for three years." Ouch. That was a low, low thing for him to do, but he played it off like he was the smarted, wittiest guy in the world. Giving Lucas her famous sneer, she shook her head. "In your dreams, Scott." She quipped and made to leave. She had gotten half way to her room when she heard his voice carry into the next room, "No, Peyton, I think it'll be in your dreams." She flinched. How could she let an arrogant comment like that go un-noticed? Padding back into the kitchen and stared him done before finally laying down the rules. "Fine. But I get to drive and we listen to my music and you have to put up with my in my tank top and booty shorts because I am not changing." Peyton challenged him briefly with a quick raise of on of her eyebrows. Feeling triumphant, Peyton walked to the front door, grabbing her keys along the way, and stepped into her favorite white flats. Sure enough, Lucas followed her and soon they were on their way to the store without the simple mention of Brooke.

Arriving at the store, Peyton was thankful that it was a 27-hour place. She hadn't hung out with Lucas in months and she was silently happy that Lucas had forced her to go on his peanut butter journey with him. She turned off her car and looked over at him, meeting his striking blue eyes. He held her gaze for a beat too long than normal before he clapped, rubbing his hands together and got out of the car in one swift movement. Peyton swallowed the involuntary lump in her throat and followed suit, exiting the car. They walked inside the store together in silence, but as soon as they were inside it was like something clicked in Lucas' mind. As soon as they went down a brightly lit aisle he grabbed her by her stomach in a playful way. Laughing in spite of herself, Peyton kicked her legs in the air as he spun her around and, for a brief moment, it felt like old times. The sheer spontaneity of that moment never left Peyton's mind as her heart hummed after the excursion, searching for the peanut butter, both of them too stubborn to ask an employee where it was located. Though they were feet apart, Peyton could feel the energy between them. "So, Lucas, do you want creamy or chunky?" She asked, turning toward him as they both scanned the extensive selection of crushed peanute that had formed into a spread with the aid of a metal machine. "Creamy." Lucas replied, with the slightest hint of luster in his voice. "O-okay." Her hands were shaking now as she reached out to select the Skippy brand. "What about this?" She asked, swallowing hard. Lucas turned to look at her find and, when their eyes met, the peanut butter was the last thing on Lucas' mind. Grabbing her roughly, he pulled her close, one hand on her back beneath her shirt and the other cradling her head as their lips crashed together. Peyton's first instinct was to stop him, but then her second over-powered the first so she kissed him back with three years worth of longing. They were no longer dancing around the subject of their passion anymore and now they were making out in a grocery store at 3:30 in the morning like a couple of horny teenager. A buzz erupted in Lucas' sweat pants and they broke apart. "Brooke." He stated simply, he voice thick with emotion. He walked away from Peyton to answer the phone and in an instant Peyton was walking away from him outside to her car. She revved the engine and drove off, leaving Lucas to get home any way he could.

Peyton didn't know why, but she was pissed. She didn't know why she had expected him not to answer the phone when he so obviously would. Brooke was his girlfriend! Peyton was just a girl he kissed because of sleep deprivation. Crashing home, Peyton could hear Brooke talking to Lucas still as she ran to her room, slamming the door. "What the hell did you do to her, Lucas? Oh, nothing. Really? You're ass is mine when you get home. I bet you stole her chocolate. We talked about this, it's hers not yours" Peyton let out a short breath at that sentence. Brooke was a good, good friend and suddenly Peyton was over-come with the guilt of her seventeen-year-old self and she knew she would never let what happened with Lucas happen again. Too bad Lucas was thinking that it would surely happen again if he had any say in it at that very moment as he was talking to his girlfriend on the phone, deserted in a grocery store.

Thanks for the support, guys! I really didn't know if anyone would like the first one. As you can tell, this chapter is substantially longer so I hope that doesn't mean it wasn't as good. Haha. Please review and post any thoughts, suggestions, or spelling errors you have-I'll take all the help I can get! Thanks again, you guys are amazing. Also, in the next few chapters there will be more interactions with Peyton in Brooke other than just over-hearing what she's saying. I can also promise you some serious P/L time where they discuss what happened in the store soon enough.