Tweetiebird86-I hope the chapter below answers all your questions ;) and you know I like your idea! Ima steal it ;) but will totally credit you whenever i put it in :D Cause it is so funny Lucas s5 would have blamed Peyton for it! cause he seemed to blame her for his wrong doings and he also blamed her for Lindsays too ugh!

Peyt4Luke4eva-I'm so so glad that you like it! You don't know how much it means to me :D and yes she was simply beautiful!

Jubileelove98-did you watch the Sims preview already? Some people didn't like it, but i loved it!

Chapter Three: When Your Eyes Say It

Lucas' POV

Arriving in Tree Hill earlier than expected wasn't on our 'To do list' and I say our because I am no longer a me or a one person who does whatever they please. I have to take in consideration what my wife has to say on certain subjects. The last three weeks of our honeymoon was supposed to be spent sailing from European coast to European coast along the Atlantic, but we only lasted a week out at sea. It was Lindsay's idea to come home two weeks earlier than planned; who knew the woman had a bad case of phobia when it came to sailing on ships.

'The Titanic movie really traumatized me.'

When she had first told me her deep dark secret I thought she had been joking, at first, but then the vessel had been continually moving in up and down motions the large waves crashing against the cruiser causing it to jerk and I tell you no lie when I say this, but I truly thought that a person's face only turned green in the cartoons.

The first place we stop at is our house it's 7 in the morning so technically it's still pretty early for anyone in Tree Hill especially when it's a Saturday. But here I am wired and ready thanks to the jetlag it feels like I'm running on fuel. Or maybe it's more to the fact that in Italy it's already late afternoon?

Picking up the phone my finger dials at a fast speed the phone number that's imprinted in my brain. Should I really care if I wake up my friends to tell him that I'm home early? They haven't seen me in months and I'm positive that their as anxious as I am. We have a lot to catch up on seeing as no conversations were really had besides the quick basic email saying the usual; Miss you, we're having fun, wish you were here, and love you.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings. Still no answer. I dial a second number different from the first one and get the same response. The third time is always the charm; so they say. One ring. Two rings.

"It's too early. Call back later."

Dial tone.

"Just wanted to say me and the Mrs. are back in town."

I mutter into the receiver to no one in particular before setting the telephone on the night stand. Lindsay's thrown one of the suitcases on the bed unzipping the hefty sized bag a couple articles of clothing popping out of the overly full case.

"Come on. Let's go for a walk, It's the best time to catch Tree Hill in all its glory; the birds chirping, the humming birds buzzing around. It's soothing and even romantic."

I suggest tugging at her bringing her to sit onto my lap; she quickly wiggles out from my embrace.

"Lucas-"Her voice is soft. "I'd love to, but if we don't get these unpacked now it'll never get done."

"Come on, Linds."

Drawing out her shortened name usually earns me some kind of brownie points, but not this time seeing as she's shaking her head from left to right.

"You go ahead, Luke. I can get all of this done myself."

I don't deliberate on her offer; truth be told I really hate unpacking after a long vacation. So I quickly thank her and make my way out the door. The birds already singing their tune just the way only Tree Hill sparrows can.

Walking down the sidewalk I make my way to the Rivercourt; the place that has always been my solace. The court is in the middle of the town; in the middle from everything. Now don't get me wrong the town itself doesn't center on it, but it's kind of a strange but a nice coincidence that it's less than ten minutes away from every person that I've come to know and love. So now it's my decision on who to surprise first. It's 7:30 people should be awake by now right? There's Peyt-. She's the first person that comes to mind followed by Nathan, Haley, Jamie, Brooke, Skillz, and the gang.

"Might as well start alphabetically."

Brooke it is. Now the thoughts start popping in my head crazily. Technically, Antwon is the first person you should be visiting. His name is Skillz which starts with an S. Right, keep telling yourself that! You know Brooke doesn't even answer the door before noon. It's always Peyton, unless…You undercover genius. It's a scheme that actually might work. She answers the door then she'll have to talk to you. Unless- Enough with the unless-es. I really need to stop having a conversation with myself it has to be unhealthy somehow. She slams the door in your face. The inner critter inside my head spits out.

Ringing the bell I wait nervously at the door step to the beach house. About to push the button again the door swings open a strange looking girl, which I've never seen before, no older than what I'm assuming is fifteen or sixteen is leaning against the wooden frame rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

"We're not interested." She yawns looking exhausted. "In what you're selling."

"I'm not here to sell you anything."

"Oh, well, then we already accept the Lord Jesus Christ as our savior." She eases the door to close. "Try next door they defiantly need some saving."

Placing my foot in between the door and its outer frame I stop it before it can actually snap shut.

"I'm not here to preach."

"Then what the hell are you here for then?" She's getting aggravated.

"I'm here to see Brooke and Peyt-"

"BROOKE!" she screams not letting me finish what I was going to say and a bedroom door opens. "There's some weird guy at the door saying something about a booty call and a threesome!"

I follow the girl inside the house, chuckling because she reminds me of a certain teenager with curly hair and crazy antics, and watch as she enters the room down the hall; Peyton's room. What was that girl doing in a room that didn't belong to her? Brooke's running down the steps a bat in hand and when she finally does see that it's me she looks, well, angry. Brooke plus angry plus baseball bat equals bad.

"Sam!" Her voice has always been a bit raspier when she's mad. "What did I tell you about letting stranger's into this house!"

The young girl pokes her head out of the bedroom and looks at Brooke than at me.

"It's that dude with the squinty eyes-"She states obviously. "…and he's not really a stranger when you and Peyton both slept with him." I hear Brooke gasp, but the girl named Sam continues on. "You know Tree Hill High should probably limit books that contain sexual content in them. Or maybe Haley shouldn't make her students read it for those of us who need extra credit because after finishing that book my mind became devirginized."

And with that Sam slams the door shut leaving just me and Brooke who glares in my direction. We really haven't recuperated from the day after the whole kissing then proposing situation and she probably would be lying if she said she wasn't plotting my death at this very second.

"Hey, Brooke." I've open my arms wide thinking she might step into them, but she doesn't move from her spot. "I'm back early."

"And I care why?" Her bottom lip pouts out while putting her hand on her hips. "It's not like I've been marking the days down on my calendar."

So this wasn't going to be easy as I thought it would be. I understand that things change, but not this drastically and not in the short amount of time since I've been gone.

"Right. So, I see you have a new roommate." My index finger point to the white door that use to belong to someone else a couple months ago. The only response she manages to give me is crossing her arms across her chest. "What happened to your old one?"

She begins to scoff and mouths 'Unbelievable'.

"Do you mean my best friend? The one you broke into a million pieces." There goes another dagger that's been roughly twisted into my chest. Why can't I seem to stop hurting her? Asking that question never seems to resolve in any answers, though. I can imagine Brooke saying something along the lines of 'It's because your ego is bigger than you.' "Oh she's back in California."

There's a sound of crying coming from the second story and I might have been surprised, but the news that my former girlfriend bestowed upon me is more startling than I could have imagined. She doesn't tell me the when, where, what, and why's as she throws me out of her house mumbling that her responsibility is to take care of one crying baby not two.

Am I suppose to be the second baby? It's lost one me; the stinging in my eyes and the blurred vision is what I'm ignoring because there's something else that I'm concentrating on. She went back to California? For good? Will she ever be back? Did she leave because of me? Will I never get the chance to see her again?

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The next two weeks have been pretty gruesome. You'd think with the wonderful inventions that the World Wide Web has came up with I'd be able to find some information on the blonde friend who has been M.I.A from Tree Hill for about a month. Checking her company's website and blog is really no help either. There's only tour dates and information about the artists, but none about the owner; none about her.

A couple of days ago when I offered to watch Jamie he had let it slip that when Peyton was his babysitter she would take him to the recording studio to watch cool bands make demos. Bombarding a four year old with questions probably wasn't the smartest thing to do because the next day when I tried the same tactics he told me-

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"Momma and daddy say I'm not supposed to talk to you about Aunt Peyton."

Unquote.

It looks like that I might have frightened the little rascal to the point where he had to tell his mother causing her to give me a call me saying that 'Freaky Uncle Lucas startled Jamie with his obsession to know Peyton's where abouts' in a not to friendly tone.

This is where I make up for being freaky Uncle Lucas instead of awesome cool Uncle Lucas with a spectacular gift for my nephew on his fifth birthday.

The party is in full swing with a bounce house that at one point a couple of us guys invaded for about an hour before Brooke kicked us out, a clown that had sent Haley hyperventilating, a stack of gifts for the birthday dude, and a flipping kick ass birthday cake that would make any other boy jealous.

"Time for Jamie to open his presents!"

Skillz exclaims walking into the living room rubbing his palms together excitedly; he disappeared for a couple of hours, but it was probably because of the bright bag that was hanging from his arm.

"Darn. Don't tell me I missed out on the birthday cake."

Walking around the corner that had been hiding her from us it's as if the soft spoken voice penetrated through the other conversation that I was having. I knew that sound anywhere and I quickly ignore my brother.

"Peyton!" Jamie dropped the balloon animal that Bucko the clown, or as Haley liked to call him 'IT', had just given him running towards where everyone's gaze happened to be. "You came!"

Taking in her look I notice something different about her; there's something not quite the same when she catches my eye for less than a second before holding Jamie at arm's length and looking at him saying that he needs to stop having growth spurts because he's already too big . Suddenly I'm remembering back to the day when she pleaded with me to choose her, her eyes had been sad and her hair in large ringlets. The next day those curls were gone; I noticed it that night at Tric when she refused to acknowledge me. It seems when she said she was going to let me go it also meant that she was going to let go of the way I knew her. Now her hair was still golden but a shade darker, still curl-less, and her eyes those green gorgeous irises no longer held that sparkle they once used to.

"Of course I came. You didn't think I would miss the coolest party ever. Did you?" He shakes his head no after she ruffles his hair causing the spikes to stand anywhere but up. Watching Peyton interact with Jamie warms my heart; she's going to be a great mother someday. "So how 'bout that cake."

He takes her by the hand and leads her into the kitchen that happens to be where both Nathan and I are currently occupying our time.

"Sawyer, did you bring me back a souvenir?"

"It's good to see you, again, Nate. Why, yes, I did have a great time on tour thanks for asking. And I missed you, too."

Laughing Nathan brought Peyton into a hug and while the two reconnected Jamie asked for help with getting a slice of cake from the counter.

"Hey, Peyton." I'm handing over the paper plate to her and when those green orbs finally land on me she doesn't pretend I'm invisible and I can finally see what took the place of the majestic dazzle that use to be in her eyes. What's staring back is nothing but animosity and raw enmity. "It's good to have you back."

Her facial expressions don't do anything that might give off that she's angry, upset, or might even blow a casket. It's all in the eyes where I can see everything she's feeling and those feelings scares me a bit because I've never seen them; not in her and not to me, anyway.

"Hi-"She forces out a smile refusing to make eye contact with me. Since when did she become so antagonistic? "Lucas."

A/N: Hope you've enjoyed the third installment. Reviews are always welcomed and loved by me :D Next chapter continues with the party/dif location and is in both LP's POVs.

Do you guys remember the scary clown movie "It"...I was small when I first seen it and ah i totally hated clowns since then!

Lalez-She attended the Party :D Yay for her!