A/N: So the dates are a little off. I mention that Jamie's birthday is in July when we all know that it isn't, but go with the flow ;). and How amazing was OTH monday? Gosh that LP moment totally had me tearing up! It was just amazing and true Acting!! Like what Tweetiebird86 said! Chad def stepped up! When Peyton cries I always cry, but this time it was Lucas who had me tearing up along with P! and the ending so cute!!! Did yall see the new promo for OTH were they're all SIMS? Haha it was hilariously adorible! they made Peyton all pregers so cute!! Okay gonna post this now cause my dogs jumping all over me and on my lap top pushing keys with his li'l feet. ENJOY!
Tweetiebird86-I just finished reading Breaking Dawn not too long ago...I started reading the Twilight Saga before the whole craziness of it all and I got to say that it's amazingly addictive! I have yet to read any fanfiction from it, but it's what inspired me to write in POV. Thank you Stephanie Meyer!
Chapter Two: Wait Until I'm Gone
Peyton's POV
The day of Lucas' wedding seemed to pass by at a snail's pass. I tried my best to keep myself busy and away from all things that revolved around the 'W' word. It seemed to work for a while. Planning Mia's first tour took up half of my work day. It was exciting to see her light up at the thought of traveling the country, but as soon as she was gone the clock's ticking and tocking stopped almost immediately. The small and large hands seemed to freeze in motion at one thirty in the afternoon. Probably some cruel sign from the heavens telling me that the newest Mrs. Scott had finally been born. Please tell me again why I seem to care? Because it feels like I have forgotten. So this is when I have nothing to do and reminisce about better times when I was much happier, but the frown on my face could tell you otherwise.
"I'm here to save the day!"
Bringing my head up that had been previously lying on the table I spot who just walked in; the newest addition to my RBR Family. The tall, handsome, spiked dirty blonde haired, brown eyed, chin dimpled Aiden Cohen or as I like to call him just Cohen. The first time we met he wasn't too pleased with that, but let it go using one of the worst pickup lines known to mankind. 'Hey, do you have a Band-Aid' I shook my head yes because how irresponsible would have it been not to carry a first aid kit in my office? His response 'Good, because I skinned my knees falling for you' I probably should have kicked him out of my office right there and then, but the guitar in his hands gave me some insight that he wasn't just some lost soul.
"Save me from what exactly?"
"From boredom. What else?"
He places his musical instrument on top of my desk and takes a seat in front of me his presents still hasn't lingered long enough where my thoughts have yet to be conquered by anything other than high school memories.
"So, I stopped to talk to Mia on her way out. She says she's going on tour cross country and all." And suddenly it works. What cookie dough fight senior year? "Can a guy get a deal on some of that?"
The man has some real ambitions. What better way to get his music out there than to have him team up for the newest hottest sensation to be hitting the radio's airways? So I knit my fingers together and place them in front of me showing him that what I have to say next is nothing more than business.
"How would you like to open for Mia every night for the next four months?"
"Hell yeah!" His enthusiasm never gets tiring. "That's exactly what I have to say to that. Will you be coming along?"
That question has been running through my mind since Mia asked two hours ago. Lucas and Lindsay's honeymoon, did I mention that that's a stupid word, is going to be rather long. Three months trotting the globe with rich daddy's fat wallet. So, Skillz might have let that spill, purposely. But I could be in Tree Hill for ten glorious weeks without having to worry about running into the new married couple and having a repeat of the library scenario.
"I'm thinking about it. Maybe the last month and a half I'll join you guys on the road and travel towards the west coast."
And I'm thinking how much of a genius I am. I wouldn't have to come face to face with them for sixteen weeks, four months, until that time comes I'll think of my next move. With that the conversations over as I quickly tell the next big thing to go and pack because the tour bus leaves at eight o'clock sharp which happens to be in half an hour so he better be on that semi before it takes off. Ten minutes later he's out the door and in comes waltzing the two best friends to a girl who is hopelessly lost.
"Skinny girl."
Skillz shouts out as if he wasn't five feet away from me his previously worn tux in nothing but a shamble of mess; his white dress shirt is no longer neatly tucked in, his black slacks are hanging loosely from his legs, and the coat is completely gone. Brooke makes herself comfortable by sitting on top of the pool table her once previous up do she was wearing before she left the house to attend the 'W' word is now down and her necklace nowhere in sight.
"Suckfest 2011 is over, already?"
I ask not at all intrigued and before you go jumping down my throat about how it's not a suck fest but more along the lines of a beautiful ceremony where two people are joined together blah, blah, blah let me just set the record straight. It was Brooke's crazy mind that came up with it; although I could have easily taken credit for that one, but as my best friend said to me this morning: 'But if I'm the one who made it up everyone will think it's cute. On the other hand if we say you came up with it you'll be known here on out as the crazy ex-girlfriend who couldn't let her high school sweetheart go'. Kudos to her for getting all Pinky and the Brain on me.
"Well, if we didn't make a quick getaway than Haley was going to make us part of the cleanup crew." Brooke scrunched her nose up in discuss. Brooke cleaning? Yeah right. "So we told a lie here and we told a lie there."
"And bada boom bada bing we're here."
Skillz adds to the effect his fingers playing with my vinyl record player imitating a DJ and in return the sounding of rapping warps comes through to my ear canal.
"What kind of lies?"
So if I didn't say I was intrigued before I sure as hell am now. Walking around to the front of my desk I hop on the wooden surface crossing my legs into an Indian style getting myself comfortable and wishing that this office space came with a popcorn machine.
"Oh, just that you're drowning your sorrows by emptying out the whiskey cabinet down at Tric and in turn running them out of business. So, we needed to make sure that you don't get alcohol poisoning and initially die because if you did then I told Haley that it would be all her fault because when we could have been saving your life M.O.H was making us cleanup after the new Scotts left town."
"She had her poker face on when she was playing the melodramatic card." Skillz replies taking a seat next to Brooke
"Cloak-and-dagger, much?"
Brooke just shrugged her shoulders at my response and that was that no other words need to be spoken the small silence that passed between us was an agreement that no more talk about today's events involving their half of the day was to be said. The easy flow of conversation kicked right back into swing followed by plans that would be had for the upcoming weeks.
***
Within the next two and a half months Haley and I managed to absolve what had caused a rift in our friendship. Even her asking me if I'd be a temporary sitter for little Jamie until Deb got back into town from were ever it was she was currently at. Of course I had agreed it's not like I was or was going to be preoccupied anytime soon because as Haley put it 'Your income is currently out on tour so you have nothing better to do'. Oh yes, that Haley, she has a way with words.
So while Haley was at work teaching her students about Shakespeare and haikus Nathan was helping in assisting the substitute coach, Skillz, with the Raven's basketball team. Brooke was busy with Clothes over Bros and becoming a new mom, a great mom at that, to first Angie then to a troubled foster kid named Sam. It was like I was part of The Babysitter's Club with the most adorable four year old boy ever, and I'm not saying that because the kid has a striking resemblance to his uncle slash godfather slash that guy, who happened to grow just as attached to me as I was to him.
And before I knew it the months in Tree Hill were coming to an end, my bags were packed, and I was leaving to travel the pacific coast.
Everyone I know and love had wished me goodbye and a safe flight. First it was Skillz, Mouth, Junk, and Fergie who stopped by Tric where I had spent my entire last day in Tree Hill. There was still stuff that needed to be done before I would leave for the next month and a half.
"All work and no play makes P. Sawyer-" the retro saying began to leave my best guy friend's mouth before his comrade took over with not so much of a sing-song tone.
"Really boring."
"Thanks, Junk." I mutter sarcastically the smile that plays on my lips tells another tale, but then again I've always loved presents. Mouth is holding balloons, Fergie is clutching onto the pizza boxes, Junk's arms are filled with soda cans, and Skillz has a gift for me. "Awe, guys. You shouldn't have."
"We really didn't."
It's Fergie who speaks and I kink my eyebrow. What exactly is in the red bag with the tissue paper stuffed in carelessly? I wait impatiently until Skillz places the gift bag into my waiting hands and I quickly rip out the thin paper taking out one object.
"My iPod? I was wondering where it was." Eyeing my friend suspiciously he gives me a cheeky grin. "You li'l thief."
"I'm technically not a thief when you leave your life in my room." He calls the little device my life because it kind of is. The music I live by and all. "Plus, I synced it with less moody broody tunes."
Secondly, comes Brooke, Angie, and Sam. The two have been living with my best friend for almost two months and arrived at almost the same time. The infant causally reaches out to me and tries to wriggle her way out of the teenage girl's arms. I swiftly take the child and she makes cooing sounds.
"She's very fond of you, P. Sawyer. Aren't you baby girl?"
Brooke runs her hands through the ringlets at the end of the baby's hair before turning her attention back to me.
"Don't forget you promised to bring me back something."
Sam tells me of the promise that I made to her a couple of days ago. She reminds me of myself all sarcastic, tortured, and uncaring with amazing taste in music.
"Don't worry about it kid."
They stay for a while Sam gulfing down the rest of the left over pizza from two hours ago. Yes I'm just as shocked as you are that there was four guys plus me and yet there still was left over pepperoni slices.
"I'm going to miss you best friend. Don't forget to call, write, email, text message, leave voicemail, and web cam chat me."
Brooke lists off all of the technology devices of what she expects of me at least once a day. Lastly I get a visit from the Scott family. Nathan, Haley, and Jamie visit for about twenty minutes and I promise to send postcards to Jamie every time I'm in a new town. Nathan even bought him a map of California that he pinned on his wall. Just like Aunt Karen's; Jamie chided when he told me about his father's generous gift.
"Just to let you know I expect a souvenir when you get back."
Nathan's arms are crossed a look of demure across his face. He really wants one of those snow globes with a miniature version of The Golden Gate Bridge placed in between the glass. When he first told me I couldn't help but chuckle which earned me a serious stone cold glare from the man. He was serious. Nathan freaking Scott wanted a snow globe! After that just made me laugh even more until it had come to the point where I could no longer breathe.
"When are you coming back?"
The little voice asked curiously. Telling Jamie that I had to go away for a while had been the most heart wrenching thing I've ever had to do. So I grabbed a calendar and handed it to him with a large circle around July 26th.
"But that's after my birthday. Won't you be there for my party?"
Who on earth taught this kid to do give the doe eyed look? Does he not know that I am not immune to it?
"I'm sorry, buddy. But how about when I get back I'll take you to the toy store and you can pick out whatever you want?"
And just like that I'm forgiven. All I can say is thank god for Toys R Us. My phone begins to spit out lyrics Hearts break too fast when they're sentimental//Won't stay won't last when it's love at first sight//So why are my convictions blinded by your spotlight//Can't breathe can't sleep with some medication//I'll kiss goodbye to my reservations//I know there's other fish out in the sea//Not for me//I want you The voice of America's first Idol beings to echo through the room; it's my reminder. My time to go has come and I need to catch the plane that will take me to California and meet up with my music artists.
Goodbye my friends, goodbye my family, goodbye for now.
A/N: So did you like? Love? Well tell me by pushing that fabulous green button :D Oh the song is by Kelly Clarkson it's her new CD All I Ever Wanted! and it's called If I Can't Have You. It's such a great CD and I really recommend it! But then again I've always loved KC's songs ;)
-Oh and have you guys seen the latest photoshoot of Hilarie Burton for the Salon City Magazine? She looks so so pretty! you can find them at Hilarie Burton Online in the gallery :D