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Two weeks later

Peyton slipped on her black sandals that had a small heel and looked in the floor length mirror. She was wearing a denim miniskirt with a forest green halter top. Her blonde curls everywhere. She smiled before applying a little lip gloss.

Not much had happened in two weeks, Jenna had left, as expected, and Brooke and Lucas still had to tell Deb that they had eloped, they had been postponing as long as possible and Peyton was sure they were going to tell her tonight. After they told her they were expecting twins, of course. Brooke was starting to show and Peyton had accompanied her while she shopped for maternity clothes. And, to her dismay, she and Nathan were still friends. Just friends. After her conversation with Karen she had tried multiple times to just ask him out. But, she had backed out each time. She wasn't brave enough, and she was starting to think it would be okay if she just let it go and didn't do anything. She was starting to think she could handle being alone for the rest of her life.

She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, getting into her car.

--

Nathan stared out the window as Peyton stepped out of her car and began to walk up to the door. He couldn't help but notice how great she looked. The skirt showing off her long, beautiful legs. Her top bringing out her eyes.

"She is beautiful, isn't she?"

Nathan turned to see Brooke, in a light blue maternity dress, standing next to him. "Hi, Brooke, How are you?"

"I'm good. A little tired of the stomach, though."

"You're only four months. You look beautiful,"

"Thank you. But people keep staring at me, I hate it,"

Nathan laughed. "You're pregnant. With twins, nonetheless so people are bound to notice,"

She shrugged. "So are you ever going to ask her out?"

"Who?"

"Peyton, duh"

He sighed, looking back out the window, "Why should I ask her out?"

"Because one, she's hot, and two, you like her,"

"I do not-"

"Nathan Scott, I swear to god, If you lie to me!"

He chuckled, "What makes you think I should ask her out?"

"Because you two would so be perfect for each other!"

"How do you know that?"

"I'm psychic, duh!"

He shook his head. "Why don't you go tell my mom you and Luke eloped?"

She glared at him, slapping him. "If you don't ask her out tonight, I will ask her out for you,"

"Brooke!" He groaned,

"Nathan! She likes you, you like her!"

"She does not like me! We're only friends!"

Brooke scoffed, "Yeah, for now!"

"Brooke, please, what makes you think she likes me?"

"I'm a girl, I know these things, now come on, your daughter is waiting to celebrate her homecoming with her father,"

--

"Peyton!" Paige bellowed, running to the young woman.

"Hey, Paige!" Peyton said, picking her up. "How is home life?"

"Good! Dad let me stay up late last night!"

"Really? Wow, you troublemaker, you!"

Paige laughed, and hopped down from Peyton's arms, grabbing her hand and leading her into the kitchen. "Come on, Peyton! You gotta see my cake!"

Deb was in the kitchen, lighting the cake when they got there. "Well, hey, Peyton! How are you?"

"I'm good, Deb, and yourself?"

"I'm doing good, Lucas is acting kind of funny and he won't tell me why, you wouldn't happen to know, would you?"

"I…Uhhh..."

"Hey, Deb!" Brooke greeted, walking in.

"Hey, Brooke," Deb smiled. "Nice dress, I like it,"

"Yeah, maternity looks good on you," Peyton added.

Brooke grinned, "Thanks, I guess."

"Aunt Brooke! You have to tell Grandma!"

"Tell Grandma what?" Deb asked.

Lindsey chose this moment to walk in, raising her eyebrows after hearing what Paige had said. "Paige!"

"Aunt Brooke and Uncle Lucas are married!"

Deb scowled, looking to Brooke and Lucas, who had just walked in.

"What? What did I do?" He asked, after seeing his mothers face.

"What does Paige mean by you two already being married?" She demanded, hands on hips,

"Girls," Peyton said, walking to the door, grabbing Lindsey and Paige's arms. "I think we should go know,"

"Oh, come on! I want to see this!" Lindsey argued, stumbling as Peyton dragged her to the other room.

"You two eloped!?" They heard Deb yell.

"They told her?" Nathan asked Peyton walking up to them.

"Paige told her, actually," Lindsey informed him. "She can't keep a secret to save her life,"

"Huh, good job, Paige"

"Dad!"

"What? She told the truth, unlike her older sister,"

Peyton scowled, "What?"

"Lindsey," Nathan said, "Why don't you explain to me why there is a teenage boy at the door, saying he was invited by you?"

"Blake arrived?!" Lindsey asked, her eyes brightening. She turned to go greet him but Nathan caught her arm, pulling her back. "Dad! I have to go greet him!"

"Why is he here in the first place?" Nathan asked, "I thought I said no guys?"

"No, silly, you said no guys to my party. This is Paige's party,"

Nathan closed his eyes, sighing.

"Go greet him, Linds," Peyton said, "Just no sex"

"Yeah!" Lindsey squealed before running off to meet him.

Nathan glared at her. Peyton shrugged. "Oh, Nate, calm down, She's a teenage girl, pretty soon she'll be sneaking out to meet them,"

"That's not making me feel better, Peyt,"

"Who said it was supposed to?"

"What's sex?" Paige asked, looking up at both of them.

"Nothing you need to know about right now," Peyton answered her.

"Oh," The little girl said. "I'm gonna go play with my friends," She walked to where a couple of eight-year-olds were playing Barbie's.

"Oh, don't be so mad!" Peyton told Nathan, hitting his arm playfully.

"You just told my teenage daughter to go meet a guy,"

"Yeah, meet him, not have his kids," She said, "Don't worry so much, she's a smart girl. If something happens she will come straight to you."

"She's too young,"

"She is twelve. She will be just fine,"

"No she's not; he's going to break her heart,"

"Their teenagers! That's kind of expected,"

"Again, you're not making me feel any better,"

"The truth hurts,"

"He only wants one thing,"

"So does she,"

"Peyton!"

"A relationship! She's a girl! Girls want relationships, boys want sex." She laughed. "Atleast that was what it was like when I was a teenager," She looped her arm through his and lead him to the entrance of the house. "Come on, now is when you meet this guy,"

They walked to the foyer where they saw Lindsey smiling as she talked to the guy. He was a little taller then she was, red hair and green eyes. Peyton thought he looked like Ron from Harry Potter.

"Hey Lindsey," She greeted, walking up behind them. She laughed on the inside when she saw Lindsey's facial expression at the sight of them.

"Who are you?" Nathan said to the guy.

"Blake Winchester,"

"Age?"

"Fourteen,"

"Grades?"

"Uhhh…"

"Dad!" Lindsey hissed

"He's too old,"

"Dad!"

"How old are you, Linds?"

"I'm twelve!"

"How old is he!"

"Dad!" She groaned, "Please, can you just not ruin my life?"

"I am not ruining your life; I am simply making sure he is right for you,"

"We're not dating, we're just friends,"

Peyton grinned up at him, "I told you you had nothing to worry about, Nate,"

He glared at her, "You're really not helping, you know?"

"Well, who is this?" Brooke asked, walking up and standing next to Peyton.

"This is Blake," Peyton informed her,

"Hello, Blake, How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. How are you?"

"Tired, but good"

"Please tell me this isn't a date," Lucas said, walking up.

Lindsey turned to Blake, "Would you excuse us for a moment? Thanks,"

She pushed them all back to where Blake wouldn't hear them. "Guys! Stop!"

"What, Linds? We're just…" Nathan started,

"Dad! We're friends! Stop being so overprotective! You're ruining my night!"

"Yeah, Nate, you're ruining her night," Brooke said to him.

"He's too old for you, anyways,"

"How old is he?" Lucas asked,

"Fourteen," Peyton answered,

"Fourteen?" Lucas's eyes got big, "Whoa, too old,"

"Guys! Stop it! Go do something else! You're embarrassing me!"

Peyton grinned, "Come on guys, we'll just, look from afar,"

Lindsey glared at her, "You didn't have to bring him over, you know?"

"We're leaving," Brooke said, pulling them all with her. "Be nice. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Brooke…"

"Fine, don't do anything Nathan wouldn't approve of,"

--

Peyton was standing next to Brooke as they said goodbye to the people and their kids as they left.

"All of this is just making me more nervous for when these two pop out," Brooke said to Peyton.

Peyton laughed, "Oh you'll do just fine, what names are you thinking of?"

"Well, I want the girls name to start with an E. So I was thinking of Emily? Or maybe Ella?"

She nodded. "And when you have two boys?"

"It's a boy and a girl. You and Lindsey will look like idiots when you're paying me twenty dollars each."

"And what are you going to name the boy?"

"I don't know. I was thinking maybe James? I did like Gwen Stefani's kid's name, Kingston."

"Yeah, and then you could name the other one, Jester! Or Prince!"

Brooke glared at her. "It's a boy and a girl."

"Two girls, definitely," Lindsey said as she walked up.

"Hey! How did your date go?" Brooke asked,

"It wasn't a date. I told you."

"Yeah, that's what you say now!" Peyton added.

"We're just friends. I don't think of Blake like that,"

"Uh-huh," Brooke nodded.

Lindsey glared at them. "Well, I am going over to his house with a couple friends. Tell Dad I'll be home later,"

"Be good!" Brooke called after her. "No sex!"

"Brooke!" Peyton hit her arm playfully, "There are little kids around!"

"You said it in front of Paige!"

"Paige isn't going to sue me!"

Brooke stuck her tongue out at her.

"Very mature,"

"Hey, guys, where is Lindsey?" Nathan asked, coming up.

Brooke bit her lip,

"What?"

"Uh…She went to a friends house," Peyton answered, "She said she'd be home later,"

"Which friend?"

Peyton put her hand on his shoulder. "It's better if you don't know,"

He groaned. "You guys let her go to his house?!"

"We didn't really let her…she just kind of walked out…" Brooke told him,

He sighed. "I have to go get her; she can't stay at a guy's house,"

"We did," Brooke pointed out,

"Exactly,"

"Maybe I should pick her up," Peyton suggested, "Because I'm pretty sure if you pick her up, you'll probably behead her,"

"Yeah," Brooke agreed, "Nathan can go with you!"

Peyton scowled at her, "What are you up to?"

"Nothing, why would you say that?"

Nathan shook his head, "Come on, Peyt, let's go,"

She followed him to his car and sat down in the passenger seat. "Are you mad?"

He sighed and looked at her, smiling slightly. "No, I'm not mad. Not at you, atleast,"

"Go easy on her, ok? She's just a kid,"

"I'll do my best,"

She bit her lip, "Maybe I should go in and get her, that way you won't kill her,"

"Fine, you can go in, but I get to kill her when we get home,"

"Deal,"

They reached the house, and Peyton walked in.

The mom answered, "Hello? Can I help you?"

"Yeah, um, is Lindsey Scott here?"

"Uh... yeah," The woman walked to the stairs and yelled for Lindsey to come down. Lindsey did, her eyes getting big when she saw Peyton.

"Peyton? What are you doing here?"

"To pick you up. Your dad's in the car,"
"Oh…How mad?"

"Very. I only came to make sure he wouldn't drive you over a cliff,"

Lindsey bit her lip. "Maybe you can…"

"I can't tell him you're not here. He sees you." Peyton told her, "Now come on, before he gets even more mad,"

"Hey, Dad?" Lindsey greeted as she got into the back of the car, "Have I told you how much I love you lately?"

He didn't answer.

"Keep sucking up, Linds," Peyton told her, "It always works,"

Nathan gave her a sideways glance. "You're not helping,"

She scoffed, "That's what you think,"

He dropped her off at the store and she watched him leave, Lindsey sucking up from the backseat.

She walked in and went upstairs to change. She had just pulled out some pajama pants when there was a knock on her door. Scowling, she walked downstairs. She put her arms around herself when she saw two police officers at the entrance.

--

"You're grounded," Nathan informed her, as they walked in.

"How long?" She asked,

"One month,"

"One month?! Dad! Nothing happened, we're friends! I don't even like him!"

"Then why do you call him your friend?"

"No!" She sighed, "Dad, I don't like him like that! I like him as a friend! Sheesh!"

"You're still grounded," He said, sitting down on the couch, flipping on the TV. She sat down next to him, sighing.

"Daddy…"
"No…"

"Please? Daddy, I love you!"

"No,"

She sighed. "Fine. You're officially not my favorite dad anymore,"

"I'm your only dad," He informed her as she walked upstairs.

The doorbell rang and he looked at the clock. It was about nine in the evening, scowling, he got up.

"Yeah?" He opened the door.

A disheveled Peyton was on the other side, her eyes big and scared. "Peyton? Oh my god, what happened?" He put his hands on her arms, pulling her inside.

"My aunt…she's…she's dead"

"What? How?"

"She was in a cab and it was hit by a semi, she died instantly,"

Nathan wrapped his arms around her and let her cry on his shoulder, holding her tight.