Author's Note: Ok, song is weird but it fits. Here's a nice long one for you. About a thousand more words than the last one (no. seriously)

Song: It Ain't Easy Bein' Green by Ray Charles (yes it's the remake of Kermit the Frog's song. Shut it)

It's not that easy bein' green

Havin' to spend each day the color of the leaves

When I think it could be so much nicer bein' red yellow or gold

Or something much more colorful likes that

Lucas walked through the halls of Tree Hill High absentmindedly. He had no idea where he was going and it wasn't as though anyone was going to stop and point him in the direction of the main office. After the second bell rang, the hallways cleared out except for the few people who had obviously never bothered to get to homeroom on time. Lucas eventually resorted to asking a guy walking down the hallway with his arm wrapped around the shoulder of a girl. She didn't look too pleased with having his arm there, but it looked as though she gave up with trying to brush it away. Then he realized it. It wasn't just a girl. It was the cheerleader. The one who had looked at him earlier. He finally broke out of his daze and asked them where the main office was, trying not to make it obvious that he thought the girl was gorgeous. The guy just shoved his books to the ground and pushed him in the locker.

"Welcome to T.H., Bitch," he quoted.

"Tim! You're such an ass!" the girl shouted disgustedly.

"Come on, Babe. We're already late for class," he said trying to wrap his arm around her waist. She just replied with a disgusted look and pushed it off. Just when Luke thought he would be stuck wandering the halls of Tree Hill High for the rest of the day because of some arguing couple, the girl turned back towards him: "Go to the end of the hall and turn right. Just keep walking."

The boy then did something that made Luke wonder what the academic level for his new school was: he leaned in to kiss the girl.

"Eww! Tim!" she turned and walked away. "Nathan has such disgusting friends!"

So she was a friend of Nathan's. She probably wouldn't even remember him or even giving him directions. He was used to it. Not many people paid much attention to him at school. He didn't have any friends. He usually just spent his free time reading or shooting hoops at an abandoned court a short walking distance from his house. He used to tell his mother that he met a group of guys down there and he played with them everyday. In reality, he just wanted his mother to stop worrying about his social issues, which he had many of. He didn't even catch himself watching the girl walk away until Tim interrupted his thoughts.

"What are you looking at?" he snarled. Pushing him into the locker once again. For once, Lucas was glad someone disrupted his thoughts. He didn't really feel like getting into deep reflection on his mother in the middle of a hall of his new school in front of someone who he didn't even know but already didn't like. For one, it was complicated. For two, he decided to stop showing his emotions. It would make people stay away from him and make his new rule easier to follow.

Lord, its not easy bein green

It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things

And people tend to pass you over cause you're not standing out like flashy sparkles on the water

Or stars in the sky

Luke picked up his books once again, and began his never ending expedition to the main office thanking God that he now knew where he was going. He started off in the direction the girl had told him, but the bell rang and students poured out of the doors. He felt like a lost four year old. Everything moved so fast and he didn't understand anything that was going on. He only took a couple more hits into the locker before he succeeded in dropping his books on the floor again. This time, he wouldn't be able to walkover to them and just pick them up. The hallway was crowded with teenagers running around, throwing stuff, and having seemingly meaningless conversations. The crowd eventually started to even out until he was able to retrieve his books without getting kicked back down along with them. Once again he started on his long journey to the main office.

"Excuse me?"

"How can I help you?" the bored secretary asked after Luke made himself known.

"I'm new here and…"

"Name?" she interrupted.

"Lucas Scott."

She gave him his schedule and a confusing map of the school. He had geometry first—well second. According to his schedule he already missed art. Well, at least he had an easy class first period.

He got through geometry pretty easy. It was obvious that he was ahead of the rest of the class—which just gave his classmates a reason to hate him since Nathan was in that class. There had been staring, whispering, and eventually evil glares once they all found out that he was actually good at the subject. He heard a couple of cracks that he couldn't quite make out but was sure that it was about him. It did not go as well as he expected. Of course, he didn't really expect it to go well which was kind of against what he had decided earlier.

But green is the color of spring

And green can be cool an friendly like

Oh green can be big like an ocean

Or important like a mountain

Or tall like a tree

At lunch, he ate alone. For the rest of the day, he did nothing but make people hate him even more. Then, to top it all off, he had to stay after school. He didn't get into trouble or anything; if anything the teachers were changing his schedule so he was in more advanced classes. He had to wait until Nathan was done at basketball practice. Deb and Dan had to work until six. To Luke, it was weird. His mom was always home when he got home. That was, she was always home when he was younger. When he got older, she bought the café and he usually just went there after school anyway. Now, even if he did manage to get a ride home straight after school, he would be home alone.

Right now, he was sitting in the gym watching the guys practice. He didn't have anywhere else to go so their coach said he could sit in the bleachers. One thing weird about Tree Hill High was the fact that the cheerleaders and the basketball players both practiced in the gym at the same time. It was odd, but he did get to stare at the one cheerleader who he saw earlier. Twice. He saw her curly blonde hair bounce at her shoulders. Around four o'clock, the cheerleaders were done practicing. They all headed out for their cars except for the blonde cheerleader that he had been watching earlier. She was walking towards him.

"Hey," she greeted when they were in earshot of each other.

"Umm, hey," he replied hesitantly.

"You trying out for the basketball team or something?" she asked while sitting down on the bleachers next to him.

"No," he almost laughed. Him? On the basketball team? Apparently she didn't realize that a guy like him never got to be on the basketball team. He loved to shoot hoops by himself, but he never even knew the rules of the real game. The only games he had ever played were strictly street ball on those rare occasions the Jenna would play with him. She was more a footballer. Just like her dad.

"Oh." She sounded confused. "What are you doing here then?"

"My half-brother is on the basketball team and he needs to give me a ride home. So I'm stuck here until practice is done."

She noticed how he stressed the word "half" in half-brother. "Really? I didn't know one of the guys had a brother."

"Half-brother," he corrected.

"Well then, who's your half-brother?"

"Nathan Scott."

"No way! Really? I never knew that!" she exclaimed astonished.

"Yup."

"How come today was your first day then?"

"I was living with my mom, but she died," he stated bluntly. She was just another cheerleader. She wouldn't understand. He just wanted someone who would understand him.

She was shocked about how frank he said it. She remembered back to when her mom died. She didn't think anyone understood her. She remembered how hard it had been whenever someone asked her about where her mom was. He probably felt the same way. He was probably thinking that if anyone could have the least amount of understanding on the subject, it would be a dumb blonde, cheerleader nonetheless. She was about to ask what had happened but then remembered. As she got older, she started to judge a lot people on how they reacted to her telling them about her mom. Some people didn't believe it; those were the people who thought that the worst thing that could ever happen was not having a date to the dance. Some people said that they were sorry; the sorry people who didn't understand. Some people just stated that it sucked; those were people that she would have to judge on further conversations. Then there were the people who asked about the details; the inconsiderate nosy people.

"I'm Peyton," she decided on just introducing herself. She could say that she understood what it was like, but it obviously just happened a little while ago since he just moved here and she thought a subject change would be best.

"Lucas," he replied, shaking her hand. He was relieved that she hadn't asked for details on his mother. He hadn't had to tell anyone yet, seeing as though he hadn't talked to anyone all day.

They talked for a little while. Just the light stuff; school, friends, classes, basketball, stuff like that. It was then that Lucas remembered running into her. He didn't think that she would even remember him. Apparently, he was wrong.

I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful.
And I think it's what I want to be.

Author's Note: Yes! It was Peyton! I actually didn't let on to who it was because I couldn't decide. Sorry if it was the more predictable one, but I have a whole new thing going now. I'm pretty sure that it's not gonna be a Lucas/Peyton. But, with my mind, I don't think I'll ever know. There. A double whammy. I know I just posted but I wanted to write and figured that I'd post it now.