Author's note: Hi, I know I am a little late with introducing myself, it is not very polite of me. So, I am GirlinTheCafe, my real name is Veronique. Some people here might know me from my work on the Lucas&Peyton fanfiction which for some reason doesn't exist anymore '( So I came here to go further with my stories. For the people who read my work on leytonfic. I am sorry that I don't continue at the point where I left off but I have some reasons. First, I don't want to overflow everyone with posting a story with more as 20 chapters at once. Second, I have my June exams starting soon and I am preparing already a bit. So now I am focusing on studying and much writing time will not be left over. But don't you worry, I'll update two times a week (Wednesday and Sunday) and I am writing further on my stories. As soon as summer vacation starts I'll update the left over chapters swifter after each other so I can give you my new chapters. I hope I didn't make this too confusing … And the other thing, I don't know if anyone has read my bio but I am from Belgium and in daily life is speak Dutch and English is a language I am learning in school so it's not flawless. Grammar and tenses probably are a mess and I am sorry for that. The chapters are not fully the same I re-read them, fixed some mistakes, added and erased little things. Much love …
Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)
There he stood, Lucas Scott, a boy from Tree Hill, at the O'Hare International Airport, Chicago, Illinois. The world's biggest airport after the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, Atlanta, Georgia.
A mass of people ran around him, in a hurry, or just relaxed. Lucas stood there and just watched, trying to make memories out of this overwhelming moment. He also tried to catch the feeling of this event, this new discovery of the world.
"I have to go now." The girl who stood besides him said loud enough to beat the heavy noise the crowd made. Lucas smiled and embraced her tightly. The long wisps of her red hair fell graceful over her shoulders. "Than I'll hope I'll see you around in the big city, Glenda." Lucas said.
Yes, Glenda Farrell, the gothic girl he met in Tree Hill High. She sat right next to him in the plane, fate is something funny he thought, always surprising, leaving you with mouth wide open from amazement.
Glenda had done what she had promised herself, just after graduation she left Tree Hill behind her and travelled around. And along the way she had met a guy who she could call her boyfriend and he lived and worked in Chicago.
Lucas was happy for her, the one who thought that she wasn't destined for love found her man. From what she had told him, he was great and a also a little gothic.
Glenda was on her way back to Chicago, she would move in with her boyfriend now, she just went to Tree Hill to pick up some stuff and to say goodbye to the few people she still had contact. She looked so happy, finally she had broken the chains from Tree Hill and found herself able to start over again. Lucas hoped somehow he could do the same, with one difference, to return to Tree Hill when time let him.
"It was so nice to see you again." Glenda said and than kissed him on the cheek before she walked away into the crowd. She looked good, still red hair, but less make-up. She wore a black pants and red T-shirt, she looked pretty.
Lucas realized it was time to stand on his own feet now, he was in Chicago far away from his home, without his mom or his sister or one of his friends. A half hour later he stood outside, breathing in the city life from Chicago for the very first time.
Lucas began to walk through the streets of Chicago packed with two big suitcases and a shoulder bag. It was a lot of weight, Lucas hoped he could get a cab soon. He kept walking until he found one.
He was about to knock onto the window of the yellow car when a woman who passed him by caught his attention. She wore tight black jeans and a long white halter top over it, the blond curls forced into a ponytail, also a small black diademe almost got lost into the blond hair, a big black hand-bag sway around in the air. Lucas only saw the girl's back but he swore, she looked just like his Peyton Sawyer.
He ran over to her, in full happiness, his search was over. He patted onto her shoulder. "Peyton." His voice dripped from his endless bliss. The surprise was even bigger when he faced a girl with brown eyes instead of green, a not as refined face as the girl he assumed she would be.
"What the hell do you want?" She snapped, the girl had a low voice. "I'm sorry." Was the only thing he could say. "I assumed you were an old friend of mine. I am totally wrong. I'm so sorry." The girl gave him a furious look and than walked away from him, shaking her head in disgust.
More than just disappointment filled Lucas' mind and body, he walked over to the cab again and this time knocked on the window. The man inside opened the window, looking up to Lucas.
"Can you bring me to this place?" Lucas asked the driver from taxi and handed him the note with the address from Peyton's hotel on. The man thought, wrinkles defaced his long forehead, the man was around his fifty's, or at least Lucas thought he was. "That's a whole end Youngman." He said after he got out of the car, and putted Lucas' suitcases in the trunk of the car. "I don't care, I really need to get there as soon as possible." The man smiled by Lucas' resolution. Lucas got into the car, the imagine of the girl he just had 'met' kept hanging in his mind.
After a while driving, Lucas fell asleep, there was only one hour difference between North Carolina and Illinois, but still Lucas was tired, the emotional goodbye had made him feel empty and weary.
Lucas woke up by the rough voice of the taxi-driver. "Wake up boy. My meter is still getting higher, I don't mind, but I think your wallet will." Slowly he opened his eyes, searched his wallet and paid the driver. After that Lucas helped the cabdriver hoist his two heavy suitcases out of the trunk of the car. "Here you are, that's the building of the hotel."
A high building came into his vision, forced him forcefully to look to nothing else than that building. Lucas realised this would be his future for a while.
The old man who had drove him to this place said goodbye and his car left with a lot of noise to remark again he was gone into the city noise.
Now, there he stood before the huge building, people going inside and coming out, passing him by, not even adjudged him a simple look. His nervousness became worse with every breath he took.
There he stood, alone in Chicago, in a few minutes he would meet the girl he loved again, after days, weeks, months, almost years from absence for her in his life.
Here it was The Moment of Truth …