A/N: Okay, so it's definitely shorter than the last chapter. But I updated quickly, and that's a major accomplishment these days. I also wanted to stop where I did, so there you go. And if you're lucky, I might even update again soon:)
Disclaimer: Don't own One Tree Hill.
Chapter 2: You're No Pizza Guy
"Ladies and Gentleman. Welcome to flight 902, from Tree Hill to Los Angeles. Please buckle your seatbelts, we'll be taking off momentarily."
Lucas shut his eyes for a moment. This was it. Crunch time. And he was more nervous than he'd ever been before any basketball game in his entire career. Because this was a matter of life and death for him. Without Peyton, he had nothing. End of story.
He felt the plane slowly begin to move, knowing there was no turning back now. He was going to win back Peyton Sawyer.
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Peyton had slept most of the day, and only now was she getting up. It was late in the afternoon, and she felt sick to her stomach. Picking up the phone, she dialled a number she knew so well.
"Hello, Mario's Pizza Place. How may I help you?"
"Hi," Peyton frowned, "A large cheese pizza, extra cheese, for delivery please?"
"Last name?" The man asked.
"Sawyer."
"And your address is 1722 Barker St, apartment number 710?"
"Yeah, just press the button and I'll let you in."
"Okay, no problem. Your pizza should be there in about...half an hour."
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"Hello again ladies & gentleman. This is your flight attendant, Mary Jane speaking. We will be landing in Los Angeles momentarily. Please remain seated and buckled until we announce that you may leave. Thank you."
The announcement had woken Lucas from his nap. Most people had never understood how he could sleep on planes, but he could sleep just about anywhere, especially when he was so emotionally drained like he was now.
He felt the plane land on the ground and he immediately began to have second thoughts. Worries flooded his mind and he was seriously considering buying a ticket straight back to Tree Hill.
But then he stopped himself. He had come all this way, and he wasn't turning back now.
"Thank you for flying with us today, we hope you enjoy your time in Los Angeles."
Pulling out the slip of paper he had shoved in his back pocket after Haley had given it to him.
1722 Barker St, apartment number 710.
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Collapsing back onto her bed, Peyton shut her eyes. Only half an hour and she could drown her sorrows in pizza.
When she opened her eyes again, it was to the sound of her buzzer. She ran to the front door.
"Hello?" She said, pressing the small button.
"Pizza." A voice said, and it sounded familiar, but Peyton figured it was nothing.
"Come on up." She smiled, and pressing another button, she went to sit down on the couch.
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Lucas had to admit, she lived in a rather nice apartment. As he pressed the button for the elevator, he fidgeted nervously.
The door opened, and the little bell ring, and as he stepped inside, he took a deep breath.
I can do this, he thought.
He reached floor number 7, and he could see her door. Number 710. He knocked carefully, and the door swung open.
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"Pizza." He smiled.
"You're no pizza guy." Peyton whispered, her hands shaking.
Cliffiee. Goodness, I miss cliffhangers.
Uh, so yeah. You know what to do.
