Haha, don't kill me okay? The Fifth story I've updated tonight which is definitely a record for me. I'm really sorry that I haven't updated any of my stories in a while, but I'm going to try really hard to update more. I'm trying to finish this batch of stories, so I can start an entire new batch, which will be fun. I'm planning on having like one hundred stories by the end of next year, hopefully. Maybe even sooner. Once again, hopefully. Please read all my other stories, and remember to review!
Secret Love
Chapter 3
We sat by the beach. When I say we, I mean Peyton and I. Since, I had recently hooked Haley and Nathan up, I was feeling pretty proud, and my karma was sky-rocketing.
That was until Peyton decided she was going to invite her boyfriend Lucas, aka my secret love over to hang with us.
"You know what? I was thinking I would just go, and leave you two to some alone time." I told her, hoping she would take the hint and let me.
"Don't be stupid, Brooke. He's just bored by himself, since Haley's spending all her time with Nathan."
I couldn't help it. That lit me up. "Thanks to me."
"Yes," Peyton laughed, "And he thought he could hang out with us. He'll probably just read a book while we tan."
"Hopefully."
"Brooke, you used to like Lucas."
Yeah, before he started dating you.
Think of excuses, Davis. Think fast. "I know, he's just totally cutting into our best friend time."
"Brooke, I'm sorry. You know what? Just let me call him.." Peyton trailed off, picking up her phone.
"No. Don't. Just have your boy toy come over while I tan my legs, okay?"
"I love you, Brookie." And I love your boyfriend.
"Oh , but don't you?"
Okay, I swear I'm so going to win the worst friend award. She's been glowing ever since she's started dating Luke, and now I'm wishing he was mine.
And dear Lord, when he showed up, I had a hard attack. That boy looks good shirtless.
"Hey, Peyt." He kissed her on the lips, and then nestled into the chair between us.
"Brooke." He nodded towards me, opening his book and starting to read.
I put on my headphones, popping in my Keane CD, and turning it to 'This Is The Last Time'.
This is the last time
That I will say these words
I remember the first time
The first of many lies
Sweep it into the corner
Or hide it under the bed
Say these things they go away
But they never do
Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of
The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I no I don't mind
This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
So tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
Say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried
Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of
The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I no I don't mind
The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I know I don't mind
I guess I was singing softly, because when the song finally ended, I saw Lucas looking at me. I pulled the headphones down.
"Hello, Annoying." I smirked.
"I didn't know you could sing."
"I can't." Actually, I can, but it's not like I'll be sharing that with you, Lover Boy.
"Yes you can. I just heard you singing."
"No you didn't." I don't sing out loud.
"Yes I did."
"It was your imagination."
"You're really good, too."
"I am?"
"Yeah."
"Well, thanks."
I leaned back into my lounge chair.
Could he have feelings for me too?