A/N: Thank you guys for all the great reviews. I had this idea for a while but never actually wrote it out until now. I am glad all of you like it. I would once again like to say that I own nothing; any dialogue used is owned by Warner Bros Television and Tollin/Robbins Productions. Remember this is my own invention so timing might not be perfect. Here is the second chapter, I hope you all enjoy it and don't forget to leave me a review afterward whether it's good, bad or indifferent. Enjoy!
Brooke sat on the couch in Peyton's house. She was kind of uncomfortable sitting there alone. She had been in Peyton's house many times before, hell she was at Peyton's more than her own house, but she never actually was in her house alone. It was kind of eerie. It was an older house, and with it being old, it produced weird noises. Brooke sat on the couch with a magazine and out of nowhere she swore she heard the sounds of walking upstairs. Quietly running to the kitchen, she grabbed a knife and tiptoed headed up the stair.
"Hello," she whispered, "whoever is up here, I called the police and they are on their way." She said the last part a little louder hoping that whatever was lurching upstairs would hear. Of course it was a bold faced lie but she hoped the intruder took it seriously and left before they had a confrontation. Brooke inched closer to Peyton's room before slowly opening the door and turned the corner so her head was in the doorway. Empty. She walked in and checked the closet and Peyton's bathroom. Both were empty. Brooke let out a sigh of relief as she checked the other rooms of the upstairs of the house to find nothing.
"Common Brooke, get it together, it is an old house," she said to herself as she walked down the stairs. Just as she was going to sit down on the couch, the phone rang, causing Brooke to scream and jump up. "Geez, damn phone," Brooke cried out as she calmed her nerves and as she walked over and answered the phone. "Sawyer residence," she said calmly into the receiver.
"Is Miss Peyton Sawyer there?" A strong male voice boomed on the other end of the phone.
"No, she is out for the moment, can I take a message?" Brooke grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen and readied herself for the upcoming message.
"This is Sergeant Jeremy Lees of the United States Coast Guard. We have received information that Larry Sawyer is indeed safe and on his way back to land, so if you could notify Miss Sawyer of this information as soon as possible." A smile hit Brooke face. He is okay, thank God. Brooke thanked the man and hung up the phone. She wanted to call Peyton with the good new but decided to wait because it was getting late and she was sure that she and Lucas were probably getting ready for bed. For some reason this bothered Brooke, the thought of her boyfriend and her best friend sleeping together. Not actually having sex but the actual act of sleeping beside each other. She trusted them; she knew that neither would even do anything to hurt her, even with their history. Still something about the thought of them together bugged Brooke. She shook of the feeling and crawled up on the couch and began flipping through channels. She finally settled for some cheesy romance movie on Hallmark. Within fifteen minutes of the movie she was asleep.
Brooke woke up around seven in the morning. She got off the couch and ran to the bathroom to wash her face and make herself look half decent for Lucas when he returned, even though she slept in her make-up and was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. After she fixed her make up and combed her hair, Brooke grabbed the house phone and started to dial Lucas' cell phone number when all the sudden the phone rang.
"Peyton's place," Brooke said with a bit of bewilderment.
"Hey it's me." Lucas' warm voice said on the other end of the phone.
"Hey, I was just dialing you, that's freaky."
"Well it's good news."
"Yeah, I know, I just got off the phone with the Coast Guard. They made contact with his boat. He's fine." Brooke heard Lucas on the other end telling Peyton that they found her father. With a second, Lucas was back on the phone.
"All right, we're headed home."
"Okay, I'm waiting. I love you."
"Love you, too. Bye," Lucas said and the phone disconnected. A smile spread to Brooke face as she hung up the phone. Hearing Lucas' voice made her feel all warm inside. She hoped that they wouldn't take too long because she really wanted to see Lucas, kiss him, hold him, take in his scent. She had missed him the short time that they were apart.
A couple hours had passed and she hadn't heard from Lucas or Peyton nor were they back yet. She decided that she would give Lucas a call to see where they were and how much longer they would be. She picked up her cell phone lying on the nightstand on Peyton's nightstand and dialed his number. It connected instantly and began to ring. Once, twice, three four, five times the phone kept ringing. Finally on the tenth ring, Lucas picked up. He sounded tired when he said hello.
"Hey baby, it's just me. I was wondering where you two were." She heard some muffled sounds almost like someone getting dressed followed by Lucas' voice.
"Hey baby, yeah, uh, we are stuck in traffic, I guess there was some kind of accident from the storm and we are pretty backed up and it may take us longer than we thought." He sounded nervous. Brooke began to worry hat there was something wrong.
"Oh, I'm sorry is everything okay, did anyone get hurt?" There was a pause. "You okay Luke?" There was another long pause before Lucas answered.
"Yeah, I am just tired and my legs keep falling asleep on me. I'm fine babe. Look, my battery is low so I gotta go. I'll see you in an hour or two. Love you." The phone disconnected before she could say I love you back and Brooke hung up the phone. She put the phone back on the nightstand but couldn't shake the feeling that there was something that Lucas wasn't telling her. And if they were in traffic wouldn't she be able to hear the car engine? Her mind raced a mile a minute. Maybe something happened with Peyton. Maybe something happened between the two of them that they were trying to cover up. Brooke shook her head. No, Brooke thought, Lucas loves me and he would never do anything to hurt me. And Peyton is my best friend. It has always been hoes over bros; she would never do anything with Lucas. Brooke sat down on the bed and laid back. She suddenly felt very tired and there were a million things rushing around in her head. She tried to push out all the bad thoughts from her head. No, Lucas loves me. End of story. There is nothing wrong. They are just stuck in traffic and they will be here as soon as traffic lets up and then everything will be right again. Peyton's dad is okay and Lucas will be back. Everything is okay. With those thoughts Brooke fell into a sound sleep.
Peyton sat still in the passenger seat as Lucas drove the two of them back to Tree Hill. So much had happened in the last forty-eight hours and her head was spinning. First they had to identify a body to make sure it wasn't her father, Larry Sawyer, then the whole bracelet debacle; which lead to the two of them having sex for the every first time. But the biggest thing that was plaguing her mind was the fact that she had just given Lucas away to Brooke, again. Come to think of it, Peyton didn't even know why she was just giving up on a relationship with Lucas when she knew full well that it could work; would work. They had such a connection since the first time they talked. They could open up to each other and know what the other was thinking even before the words were spoken and Lucas was always there for her, no matter what the circumstances. Hell even her dad loved him and dubbed him Rake Boy for the time her tried to save her from him. So why was she just giving up the one chance in her life to be happy? Brooke wasn't oblivious to the fact that Peyton had feeling for Lucas otherwise she would have never dared her to kiss Lucas at the Dan's Basketball Appreciation party. She knew and yet she still went after Lucas, calling him fair game after a weekend. Some friend she had turned out to be. No, Brooke was not just going to steal away Peyton's chance at happiness after a weekend leeway.
"Don't go back to Brooke," Peyton heard herself say even before she realized the words were coming out of her mouth. Lucas looked over at her, almost crashing the car, before pulling over.
"What are you saying Peyton?" Lucas pulled off onto a patch of dirty beside the highway and cut the engine, leaving an eerie stillness between the blondes.
"I am saying that I want to be with you Lucas. What you said back at the restaurant made me realize that I was giving up my on true chance at happiness for Brooke. And granted Brooke has been there for me in the past but I have never had the real chance to be happy and if I am getting that chance to be with you, then I am going to take it."
Lucas looked over at her with a look of happiness and perplexity on his face. "Wait, I am confused. Back at the restaurant you said that we could never work even though we both have feelings for each other, and now you are saying that you do want to be together despite the fact that I am dating your best friend?" Lucas' answer was met by a kiss; a kiss so passionate and intense that Lucas had never felt one like that before. The two blondes broke apart breathing heavily before Lucas grabbed Peyton by the back of the head and pulled her in for another kiss. The kiss broke but there lips still linger centimeters apart from another. A smile came to Peyton's face, that Peyton Sawyer smile that sent chills down Lucas' back and tied knots into his stomach.
"I have wanted to this for so long," Lucas said with a smile.
"And now we can finally have it." Peyton smiled as she kissed them again. "So what are we going to do?" Peyton stared deep into Lucas' blue crystals.
"Well we could hop in the back seat and have a repeat performance of back at the hotel." Lucas smiled as he kissed her again, his hand finding its way up the back of her shirt.
"With Brooke," Peyton said removing his hand from her shirt and looking down to the floor mat, "This is going to kill her."
"I know, but you can't help who you love. We will tell her together, explain it to her, all of it."
"Even the motel room sex?" Lucas looked over at Peyton.
"We might want to forget that. But speaking of Brooke, we had better head back before she calls the police to look for us." Lucas smiled and leaned over kissing Peyton gently on the lips, and started the car and drove off with his new love, to his old one.