I figured I should just keep writing, as long as I had the story in my mind. Otherwise, I'm just going to get lazy and forget about it all.
Thanks for reading.
Awkward.
That's exactly what Lucas and Peyton were feeling.
Silence.
Not one word was spoken since their last conversation in the bathroom.
Peyton got in her car and left right when they got back to the house. She needed to be alone. What happened between her and Lucas was monumental, life-changing.
Lucas watched her leave, and felt a piece of himself tear away. He didn't think she would be returning to him that night.
Peyton found herself knocking at the grungy motel room she had been at just two days before.
The same blonde woman answered the door. This time she was fully dressed, and appeared to be on her way out.
Hi Peyton. Nice haircut. Ellie noticed the change in Peyton's appearance.
Can we talk?
She opened the door slightly more, to allow Peyton to enter her living quarters.
What's going on, Peyton?
The younger blonde shuffled her feet. on the carpet. She was avoiding eye contact with her birth mother.
I don't really know why I'm here. Peyton spoke the truth. She just knew she had no place to go, at least no place that was welcoming.
Listen, I'm on my way out to grab some food. Do you want to come?
The idea of going out to eat with Ellie did not sit right with Peyton. She couldn't just pretend that everything was rainbows and sunshine, and that Ellie was her mother. Although that last bit was true, she still wasn't ready to fully admit it.
No, that's okay. I'm just gonna go.
Peyton walked out the door.
If you ever figure out why you came, give me a call.
The day crawled by.
Lucas felt Peyton's absence in the house. It was too much to bear.
He could smell her scent on his pillows. Her music was scattered everywhere around the house. He even came across a drawing of the two of them dancing, drunk the other night.
She managed to capture the moment beautifully. Their bodies were enveloping one another, and his mouth was sitting upon her forehead. The drawing caused his eyes to well up.
He wondered when he had the time to sketch the moment. He folded up the drawing, placed if in his pocket and went to the Rivercourt.
He decided to walk there. It would take much longer than driving, and he wanted an excuse to stay out of the house for as long as possible.
In the middle of the court, he sat. He remembered the flaming heart Peyton had drawn for him, after his accident.
He had so much history with Peyton. It was impossible to escape.
The boy put his earphones in his head, and drifted off into a world of musical notes, while he laid upon the burning tar. Soon it would be dark. Soon he could go to sleep.
A familiar song flowed through his earphones. A song that was in the movie he watched with the skinny girl a couple of nights ago. It was a song that made him think of her, always.
The longest day.
Her day was spent was spent at the beach. She thought maybe the ocean would give her the answers she'd been looking for, longer than anyone should be searching.
With her legs brought up to her chest, Peyton sat and stared at the vastness of the ocean for hours. The sand was crowded, it was a normal beach day in Tree Hill.
A couple sat next to her on the sand. The two lovers were wrapped around each other, seemingly unaware of the world that currently surrounded them.
The sight of love brought tears to Peyton's eyes, she had to leave before she broke down completely.
The blonde wandered around, until dark.
Midnight came, and Peyton was tired of avoiding Lucas. She wanted to see him.
Being apart was killing her. She couldn't believe that only after a week of living the way they were, that she could ache for someone in such gargantuan amounts, that it hurt to breathe when she wasn't around him.
She didn't want to go to the house. She didn't think he would care to see her. Instead, Peyton drove to the Rivercourt. She could be with Lucas in essence there.
Like she suspected, the pavement was deserted. She was alone in the dark, in Lucas' spot.
She walked around the court, picturing Lucas laughing with the Rivercourt boys, making a shot, the night he won the game against Nathan.
As the blonde made it to the center of the court, she noticed a grouping of words written beneath her feet.
I'll be seeing ya.
He had written those words for her. It was time to stop running from Lucas, and time to start running towards him.
She couldn't go to sleep that night, not without him.
All of the light's were off in his house. She walked to his bedroom door, on the porch. It was unlocked.
It all felt so familiar.
She painfully recalled the night she confessed to Lucas that she wanted to be with him, and Brooke appeared making some basketball related comment about sex. She wondered if this was going to be that situation all over again.
She opened the door and entered the room.
It was completely dark.
Lucas? She whispered.
Her eyes met with his bed. She saw his body, lying on top of the covers. In his sleep, Lucas looked peaceful. He didn't look distraught or heartbroken.
Lucas didn't move and inch. Peyton whispered his name again, causing him to stir.
His body rolled over, but his eyes remained closed.
Welcome home.
His voice wasn't angry, or resentful. It was warm and inviting.
The skinny girl crawled into bed. I guess we're just going to pretend nothing happened. She thought to herself, as she allowed her eyes to close.
Goodnight Lucas.
This chapter is a little shorter than the others, so the next one will be a little longer than usual.