I return to my hotel room. Peyton never showed up for the book signing, so Lindsey offered to take me out, to try and take my mind off it. I agreed, mainly because I wanted a drink. I ended having more than 'a' drink. I look at the clock before I collapse onto my bed. It reads 3 a.m. I was feeling broken, asking repeatedly in my head- Why didn't she come? I wanted to call her, but it was too late. She wouldn't be awake at this time, she would be fast asleep. Maybe she forgot about the signing. I don't know anymore. I let my thoughts carry me to sleep.
I awake the next day, not feeling any better then the night before. I check my phone, but I have no calls or messages from Peyton. I have a missed call from Lindsey, but I decided I'd call her back later. I just wanted to explore Los Angeles for a bit. I leave the hotel room, and grab a taxi to wherever the driver wants to take me. Half way through the day I end up in a CD store. It's pretty big, and I can just imagine Peyton living in this place. It was her kind of place. I walk around, looking at different artists, then a song I know comes through the speakers. It's Keane's We Might As Well Be Strangers. How appropriate, I thought to myself, and silently laughed.
Around 5pm I return to the hotel room. I left my mobile purposely at the hotel. I pick it up, hoping she would have called. There's a missed call from my mom, and a few from Lindsey, but none from Peyton. I remember her giving me her address, so I look in my address book. Sure enough, there it is. I contemplate what to do with this information. Should I leave it, or should I go visit her? And if I do, what will I do? Yell at her, or just lift her up and kiss her so passionately. God, I have missed her lips. I decide to call Lindsey back first, mainly because I know I'm meant to be leaving L.A tomorrow.
"Hey" I said, casually.
"Where have you been!" Stated Lindsey.
"I've been around" I replied.
"Why haven't you been answering your phone? Oh, never mind!" She says, before I can answer. "Our plane leaves tonight, not tomorrow like planned. So I will meet you at the airport in an hour, okay? I've got the tickets organised, all I need from you is to appear at the airport"
"Oh, okay" said Lucas. I guess I won't be seeing Peyton. "I'll be there"
"Good" said Lindsey, before hanging up. Lucas calls a cab, and then starts packing up. He collects everything, then looks outside and sees the cab waiting. He closes the door and enters the cab.
"Airport please"