Chapter Two: Bedroom.
I opened my eyes, this time; I didn't wake up with a smile. I woke up with decision that I had to make. I would have to talk to Peyton and Lindsay, and then I have to talk to Brooke. Knowing they would bring up old emotions, hopefully the feelings won't stay there. There was a slight knock at my door, I quickly walked to door before Brooke woke up. Brooke usually slept until ten in the morning or later. As I looked at the clock, it was nine-thirty. I quickly opened the door without checking who was at the door. Peyton was standing there with her purse in her hand. She had changed. She was wearing different make up, she had a different way to look. Her hair wasn't blonde anymore, it was this dark blonde color with brown in it. Her hair was longer. I was speechless and so was she. I could feel a breeze through my thighs, I looked down at myself and I was wearing nothing but plaid blue and white boxers with a white t-shirt. I usually just wear my sweatpants but I couldn't sleep last night. Something was keeping me up. We stared at each other for another moment until she started to speak.
"Hi, Luke." She called me by my nickname. I can remember all those times that she called me by that. I would smile, think of reasons why I love her and the feelings came rushing back. I moved aside to her in my house, she walked in slowly. She looked around and noticed that nothing had changed.
"It looks the same." Peyton said surprised, she studied the walls and remembered the times she used to have. It felt like home to her, it was always home to her. Lucas followed her to dining room table so they can sit and talk. I didn't know what she was doing here so early but it must be important. We sat in silence, again.
"Uh, did you need something?" I said slowly, trying not to be rude. Peyton chuckled, of course. She had a lot of things to talk about but she wanted to start off slow.
"Well, I've moved back home and I wanted to catch up with old friends. I wanted to know how you were doing." She gave him an innocent smile. How was he doing? Lucas replayed in his head. Since she has been gone, he was doing great. He hardly thought of her, sometimes he did but then the thought would just go away. When she was gone, he didn't feel stress.
"I'm doing great." He told her, not speaking what's on his mind. "And you?" I asked her, Peyton looked around and wondered if she should speak her mind. It would make things really awkward but it was the truth.
"I've been better," She said honestly, I was sad that I had to hear that. "Life has been hard, I don't think moving was the best idea for me." Peyton looked at him. Lucas started to put the pieces together and remembered that Peyton left because she was wanted to be away from him. That she wanted some space. Lucas didn't know what to say because it was getting personal.
"You left Peyton." I told her, already knowing how this is going to turn out. Peyton had this sorry look on her face, she understood that.
"But now I'm back." Peyton tried to explain. Now that she was back, she wanted to fix things with me and make them better.
"And you think that we can just start our relationship up. You left me alone with a broken heart. You didn't want to be with me and I had to deal with that and now I've moved on, so should you." I didn't want to sound rude but it was the truth. I didn't leave her. She sat there for a moment, wishing that it could have gone a different way.
"Hey, Lucas- have you seen my…" Brooke walked out of her room with her work dress on, her heels in her hand and her hair just a mess. She was late with a meeting with the company to talk about her clothing line. She paused when she saw Peyton sitting at the table. Peyton stood up with anger in her eyes. I looked up at Brooke, needing to know what she wanted. "Oh, I'm sorry." Brooke said sincerely. I looked back at Peyton, she stood up from her chair and seemed like she wanted to know what was going on.
"So, it's true. You two are sleeping together." Peyton said to the both of us.
"No, no." We both said.
"Were just living together, we both have separate rooms. Nothing more." Brooke said to her, trying to explain. I know a part of Brooke missed spending time with Peyton, missed talking to her and laughing with her but it was just clouded with anger and jealously. Peyton stared at the both of us for a moment, not clear on who to trust.
"I have to go." Peyton turned around; I knew that this wasn't over. I didn't want it to end it like this; I didn't want her to walk off like she was angry. I ran after Peyton, trying to explain my reasons but there wasn't really anything to say.
"Peyton, Brooke and I are just friends." I told her, she turned around sharply.
"I love you Lucas and I'm going to fight for you. Even if that bitch is involved." She quickly drove off. I didn't want Peyton to be angry at me and I didn't want Brooke to be sad. I felt a rush of air on my shoulder, I looked and Brooke was rushing past me. She quickly entered her car and left. I tried to call her name but she just didn't listen to me. My piece of forever was gone.