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I go on forever

Older burns are overturned

My life for worse or better

I'm just craving for a cure

Time stood still for the blonde boy. It seemed like the world went dark and the birds stopped chirping. He went from a carefree teenage boy to a teenage father.

"Luke", she whispered.

"We were, I used . . . how is it?" he took in a deep breath. He felt like he was going to pass out.

"I know we were safe, but they aren't always a full proof plan", she explained calmly.

"What the hell do they sell them for if they don't work?" he questioned angrily.

"Lucas, calm down", she pleaded.

"Calm down, calm down! How can I calm down Peyton? You're pregnant."

"I know", she yelled, "You freaking out about it isn't going to solve anything, trust me."

"Is it even mine?"

Word vomit. This is a sickness in which words are spoken, but are not meant. Before anyone has a chance to think or form a coherent thought words fly out of their mouth.

"Excuse me?" she asked with a hard face.

"Well, I mean you've been hanging around Nathan a lot lately."

Lucas Scott was currently suffering from said sickness.

"He's married", Peyton pointed out.

"Which explains why you would want me to be there", he spoke as if this was all a logical answer.

There is no cure for word vomit. The person simply has to get everything out of his or her system.

"I would never to that to Haley", she whimpered as tears clouded her eyes.

"You did it Brooke", it took all of five seconds for Peyton's open hand to drag across Lucas's cheek.

And then deal with the repercussions.

"How dare you!" she screamed at him, "I'm not the one who pursued what we got into. You were the one who initiated everything that happened between us", she reminded him bitterly.

"I didn't exactly hear you complain", again Peyton raised her hand and slapped him.

"You are something else", she said in disgust, "I cannot believe you're going to stand there and accuse me of trying to pawn your brothers baby off on you", hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

He mentally kicked himself. He knew everything he said wasn't true. It was horrible and disrespectful to even think it, never mind voicing it. This was the after feelings of many people who were recuperating from word vomit.

"Peyton–"

"Don't", she warned him, "don't you dare say anything Lucas. You are a coward and a fool to ever think I would do that to Haley . . . to you", she added quietly.

"I didn't mean–" this time he stopped himself. She didn't need to hear that he hadn't meant what he said.

"You are a sorry excuse of a man Lucas. You'd make Dan proud", she spat at him before slamming his bedroom door behind her.

Lucas sat on his bed; the previous events still running through his mind. He had made a complete ass of himself. He basically called her a whore and a bad friend. Yea, he was screwed. Way to get back in her life, Lucas thought bitterly.

He didn't want to be like Dan. He wasn't like Dan. He'd prove that to her. He was going to support his child in any and every way possible. Throughout all of the other things running through his mind; one stuck out.

He and Peyton were having a child.

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"How do you think its going?" Haley asked from her spot on the bed.

"It better be going well", Nathan answered.

They were at Peyton's house; eagerly awaiting her return. Haley wanted to know what had happened between her best friend and her re-found friend. Nathan wanted to know if he had to kick his big brother's ass again.

"I'm sure it is. Lucas wouldn't do something else to hurt Peyton. He cares about her too much."

"People that care about us still hurt us", he told her bitterly.

She sighed. "Nathan, I'm trying here okay, but you're not helping me."

"I'm not the one who left. You did. You took off with Chris to sing and to do God knows what else."

"For the millionth time it wasn't about him!" she yelled as she sat up, "it was about me and what I wanted."

"That's the problem Haley. It was about you, you didn't even think about me", he said with a hurt tone.

"I'm sorry Nathan, I really am. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. I loved the tour and I loved everything I experienced, but there wasn't a day that I didn't think about you", she said as her voice quivered, "there wasn't a day that I stopped loving you", she finished softly.

"Haley–"

"I get it Nathan", she said dejectedly as she lay back down; not wanting him to see her tears.

"Get what?"

"That you hate me", she said barely above a whisper.

"Is that what you think?" he asked in shock, she nodded her head as a response.

His heart sank. "Haley, I don't hate you. I could never hate you", he said as he walked over to the bed.

"Then why do you do the things you do? Why do you say the things you say?" she asked in desperation as tears fell from her face.

"Because I still love you."

"Well, that makes sense", she muttered as she wiped her eyes.

"It does", he defended. He took a deep breath before continuing, "Haley I still love you so much. I just can't trust you", he whispered. She bit her lip to suppress a sob.

"I really am sorry that I hurt you", she whispered.

"I know, and I'm sorry that I've hurt you lately", he admitted sincerely.

"I do love you Nathan" she said firmly, "always and–"

"Forever", he finished; she smiled faintly before pulling him in for a hug.

"Everything is still there Haley. All the feelings and emotions, you just need to give it time", her grip around his neck tightened.

"I'll wait forever if I have to", she told him seriously.

"I don't think it will be that long", he joked as they finally broke from their embrace.

"We're gunna work on this right? Like for real?" she asked timidly.

Nathan looked into her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere", she repeated words she had told him many times before.

"Yea, we're gunna work on this"

Haley smiled brightly; before she could speak they both heard the front door slam shut. They watched as the blonde barged into her room; ignoring the company she had. She walked over to the draw that contained memories of her summer and began to rip its belongings into pieces.

"I'm gunna go", Haley whispered as she watched her friends breakdown.

Nathan simply nodded. "Let her know I'll call her later", she kissed his cheek before leaving the room.

"What happened Peyton?" he asked as he approached her cautiously.

She ignored him and continued her mission. Concert tickets were unrecognizable, pictures were scattered on the floor.

"Peyton", he said more forcefully as he stood behind her. Again nothing.

"Peyton", he said as he gently grabbed her arms and turned her around. She had tears streaming down her face.

"What happened?" he asked through a clenched jaw.

"He accused me of having your baby and then basically called me a whore", she spoke through sobs as she fell into Nathan's arms.

Nathan cursed his brother as he soothed the blonde's cries.

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"Hey Boyfriend", Brooke cheered as she opened her door.

"Hey", he grumbled. Brooke furrowed her brows.

He looked like hell. He felt like hell. He hadn't been able to think about anything else; which was understandable. He wanted to scream, and hit something, and yell, and a small part of him wanted to cry.

"Are you alright?" she asked in concern. He shook his head.

"You wanna talk about it?" she asked hopefully. She and Lucas had never been much for talking, he always went to Peyton and she either put on a fake smile or waited till it all boiled over.

Did he want to talk about it? He was having a child. In nine months he would be a father. His life was changing dramatically. So, yes he wanted to talk. He needed to talk.

He looked at her before forcefully smashing his lips onto hers.

Just not with her.

It took her a moment before she responded. Lucas had never been the aggressive one in their relationship; it was always her. The first time they met she was half naked in the backseat of his car.

They stumbled into her shared bedroom; both landing hard on the bed. Shoes were kicked off and soft moans were heard. He needed to forget. He needed to forget that he was having a child. He needed to forget about Peyton. This wasn't working though.

She straddled his lap and kissed his neck. Stopping when she reached what she thought was his weak point; it wasn't. His most sensitive spot was the hinge of his jaw, it drove him absolutely insane. Somehow Peyton had known that.

He needed to stop thinking about her. Brooke was beautiful and he was lucky to have her in his life. That's what he needed to focus on. She pulled his shirt over his head and kissed her way down his toned chest. He closed his eyes and took in the moment. He brought his hand to her hair and expected it to get caught in a mass of blonde curls; instead it ran easily through her straight dark hair.

He shut his eyes tightly and brought her face up to his and kissed her like before; hard and with hunger. He needed to forget.

They both lay on her bed; lost in separate thoughts. It had become a regular thing for the two blondes. He listened to her soft breaths, watching out of the corner of his eye as her chest rose and fell. This past summer had been the best summer of his life. He and Peyton had gotten closer then he could have ever thought. At the same time, he had fallen in love with the blonde all over again.

"Peyt", he broke their comfortable silence.

"Hmm", she responded with a smile. She loved when he called her that.

"Where did we go wrong?" he asked quietly.

She sat up slightly and rested her weight on her elbows. She furrowed her brows at him and hoped that this wasn't going to be a serious conversation.

"What do you mean?" she asked in fear.

"Us", he said simply. She shook her head defiantly.

"We are not having this conversation Luke. We've had an entire summer together and everything has been great, don't ruin it", she begged him as she got up from her place on the bed.

He laughed bitterly. "Go ahead and run Peyton. When the going gets tough the tough get going."

She spun around and glared at him. "Don't do that", she whispered, "don't blame everything on me. I'm not the one who jumped into bed with someone else", she said angrily.

He lifted her shirt over her head revealing her black lacy bra. He ran his hands over her curves. The goose bumps popped up over her stomach. She pushed herself forward; her hips grinding against him. She smirked when he grunted.

They had both gone their separate ways, well almost. He had retreated to her living room and she shut her bedroom door and turned up the stereo. He sat down stairs, his head in his hands. He couldn't let things end like this. He wasn't going to let things end like this. He slowly walked up the stairs and took a breath before opening her door.

"Peyton–" she cut him off before he could continue.

"You can't do this Lucas", she whimpered from her spot on the bed, "You cannot bring up the past, its long over. Brooke comes home in two weeks and then you'll completely forget about all of this."

"Peyton I will never forget this summer", he quickly assured her, "and I will never forget about anything that happened between us. I couldn't even if I wanted to", she shook her head again.

"Stop it", she begged him.

"I can't", he said helplessly, "Peyton, whenever we're together all I wanna do is grab your hand or kiss you, but I know that I can't do that and it kills me."

Tears clouded her vision. "Peyton", he grabbed her hand to keep her attention. It was at least eighty degrees outside, but goose bumps covered every piece of skin by his simply gesture; this didn't go unnoticed by him, "I know you feel it too"

"It doesn't mean anything", she said stubbornly.

"Peyton it means everything."

"What about Brooke?" she questioned; feeling herself giving in.

"She's great, but she's not you Peyton", he repeated the words he spoke to her once before with a small smile.

She bit her lip and he could no longer control himself. He leaned forward and placed his lips on hers; brushing his tongue along the seam of her lips. It took a moment but she gave in. They both moaned instantly at the contact. Their tongues explored each other's, tasting something that had long been unanswered.

Brooke leaned forward and kissed him. Her tongue plunged into his mouth and he listened as she moaned. He wished he could offer the same response. It was different. Not to say that it wasn't enjoyable. It was just different. She didn't taste the same, if that was even possible. She wasn't delicate and timid, she was forceful and rough. He cursed himself. He needed to forget.

They walked backward until her legs hit her bed. He broke them from their kiss and looked at her before gently laying her down. His lips explored her neck, paying extra to the spot that made her moan. He worked his way down; brushing his lips across her collar bone, her clavicle, every inch of exposed skin possible.

Her heart raced and her mind went blank. She pulled his face back up to hers and kissed him passionately. She ran her fingers through his hair; sending shivers down his back. She rolled him over so that she was straddling his lap. Her hands went to the bottom of his shirt and he sat up as it was pulled off in one swift motion. She slowly placed feather like kisses along his sun toned chest.

He reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head revealing the red bra she had sported around the halls near the end of their school year. He sat there, simply taking the sight of her in. during the summer he had seen her in a bikini, but this was different. She blushed and he smiled. Leaning up to kiss her once more. Her hand grazed his lower abdomen and she watched as he sucked in a breath.

"Lucas", she whispered, "make love to me"; he swore he never heard her voice so soft.

"I need you", Brooke panted out. He hadn't even realized how far along they had gotten. He didn't question anything though. He positioned himself above her and slammed himself into her. They moved together, roughly and quickly. Almost, animal like. Grunts and gasps filled the room, touches were assertive. He would do anything to forget.

He positioned himself above her; his protected tip was at her entrance. She noted his hesitation and squeezed his arm. His eyes locked with hers and it was all the confirmation he needed. Slowly he entered her and they both gasped at the contact. It took a moment until they adjusted to the feeling. She smiled and his heart melted. Together they moved, passionately and in unhurried movements. Delicate touches, pleasure filled moans, and sweet murmurs were exchanged between the two blondes.

With one last thrust he climaxed. As he rolled over to the other side of the circular bed he tried to steady his breath.

They both reached their climaxes and he rolled over, taking her in his arms. Their breaths evened out and both felt the oncoming of sleep. He kissed the top of her head. The salty taste mixed with her lotion.

"I love you", Brooke said tiredly as she snuggled over to him, letting sleep take over.

It was well into the night and Peyton was curled up against his chest; his arm protectively wrapped around her. She lazily drew circles on his bare chest.

"Lucas", she whispered . . .

He shut his eyes tightly and let out a deep, shaky breath.

He could never forget.

Like a man possessed

A requiem

We're singing


Okay…let me know what you thought. I'm a little insecure with this chapter lol. And I don't want people to think that he was like picturing Peyton the entire time or anything, when I wrote this I just imagined that he couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. And I know, everyone most likely will hate Lucas, but he'll make up for it lol.