A/N- I'm not sure how much farther I'll be taking this story. But I still have a few chapters left in me. This is definitely the shortest of all shorts. . Sorry, I am a bit tired tonight.
It was late; the time had gotten very late. And Brooke still hadn't got home. Yes, Peyton wasn't Brooke's mother, but she did worry. Around 2 am, Brooke finally snuck back into the Sawyer residence.
Trying not to wake Peyton.
But little did Ms. Brookie know that Peyton was up. I mean after all, how late could Brooke go out? She had left around 5ish in the afternoon. Geez.
"I'm still up Brooke."
Shit, shit, shit. Brooke thought to herself. "Hey girlie. I was just, out and..."
Peyton cut her off. "I know what you did. Or who you did."
Brooke scoffed her voice, a little aggravated.
"How did you know? Where you spying on me or something?"
Peyton made her way over to Brooke from the chair in the living room.
"Or something."
"What something?" Brooke said getting really annoyed.
"Well, you were at Karen's, Lily caught site, spilled to little James, spilled to Mommy, and Mommy spilled to me." Mommy being implied as Haley, of course.
"Oh, so now my new boyfriend and I are the talk of the town?"
"Boyfriend? Hold it Brooke."
"No Peyton, you told me I could have him."
Peyton laughed mockingly. "To fool around with. Don't you read body language?"
"Apparently not. You know, if you didn't want anything to come of it, you could have said so before you went all 'psycho bitch mode'!" Brooke said before stomping off to the spare bedroom.
Brooke had a point, though; we knew Peyton couldn't resist Lucas.
The next morning was tense. When Brooke had finally risen from her sleep, she managed to move down the stairs and into the kitchen. The freezingkitchen.
Scratch that. The freezing house.
Brooke hugged herself for warmth, like a baby animal on its own, as she sat across from Peyton at the counter, waiting for her toast to cook. She wasn't very hungry.
She was getting irritated about the temperature.
"Why are we in Antarctica?" She asked bitterly.
Peyton smiled to herself. She was amused.
"I' m hot."
"Well, you're definitely not looking in a mirror then."
Brooke barked back, as she placed her toast on a small plate, after it had buzzed, and walked out, leaving Peyton to bask in her bitterness.
Peyton decided to see what was up with Lucas anyway. She didn't want to call him. That would be too sketchy. She would just drop by, unexpectedly.
Knock, Knock. Peyton stepped back from the door, awaiting an answer.
Lucas rushed out of the bathroom, after hearing the door, stumbling to put on his shirt from after his shower.
When he opened the door, half topless, Peyton froze in space for a moment.
"Peyton, come on in….Peyton?" Lucas told her, opening the door wider.
Peyton snapped out of the illusion and smiled, as she brushed by him.
She hadn't been alone with Lucas in a few years. It was weird, more yet, awkward.
"This is an unexpected visit Peyton. What brings you here?" Lucas said, finally pulling his shirt all the way on.
She shrugged. She wasn't sure how to ask him.
"I was wondering, what's up with you…and…Brooke?"
He wanted to be proud of the fact that Brooke was his girlfriend, but not in front of Peyton.
"Were, getting along." He said, sounding like a complete idiot.
'No really?! Wow, who would of thought.' Peyton thought but couldn't bring herself to saying it.
"Yeah, but, are you guys, like, dating?" That's what she had heard.
He looked down, but looked back into her eyes. "Yeah, I guess we pretty much are."
Peyton nodded in disappointment.
"Well then, I guess I should get going." She said as she headed right back to where she had entered. All she need to here was that they were dating.
Lucas didn't chase after her either.
She just left.
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