I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me
The bright sun was shining high in the blue sky, heating Lucas' big hotel room, lighten it up in all her brightness, but it didn't fit his broody mood. The day before yesterday still fresh in his made, this scary feeling that something very, very bad was about to happen today kept coming over him. The feeling drowned him under, made him almost drown.
A grey cloud ruined the golden shine of the only sun Lucas knew, he rolled on his side and noticed his door was going open, from a little bit, just enough space to pull a hand through the gap. A lady hand with long nails covered in black nail-varnish appeared and the white handkerchief waved around and then Peyton dared to show herself.
She looked pretty wearing a long blue tunic top which danced loosely around her body and white pants, her curls were extremely messy but glamorous, a white diademe hold them away from her face.
Peyton slowly walked to him and dropped the handkerchief on his bed, Lucas picked it up and on the other side the word: 'Forgiveness?' was written on it with a dark blue marker.
She smiled, but looked away after that, she couldn't face him already, she needed more time, just a little more time to convince herself things would be just fine between her and Lucas again. It was yesterday night she realised she had been awful against him, his behaviour hadn't been the best one, but she herself had been even worse. Lucas was right, she had thought when she couldn't sleep, I need to change my life for this baby growing inside me, this very special part of me and Pete.
Yeah she had thought that, she also had realized she had never thought about her life style and the baby before in the way Lucas had. He had never been so right, she thought. Expect the fact about that she wasn't Brooke … but she soon forced her out of that thought, pushing away the old feelings which boiled up.
Lucas looked at her, tried to find her eyes, her honest, green, endless, amazing eyes. But she looked away and refused to look at him, she was staring a hole in the floor, but after a while she peeked and in that little, tiny second Lucas saw what he wanted to see. This spark, spark of hidden love for him, which maybe would come out one day, he hoped, one day very soon.
"Come here." He softly said and pulled Peyton who sat on the edge of the bed next to him, she actually tumbled into the bed, against Lucas' warm body. He locked her up in his embrace. And for suddenly everything seemed to fit when he closed his eyes.
Her body against his, the softness of her skin on his, the sent of her hair which filled his noise, her curls which tickled his shoulder, her hands which found their place on his arms, … everything was perfect until … until he felt her forming belly pressed against his.
With a silent crash he was back into reality and the following words just rolled out. "Where's Pete?" He felt her stiffen against him. "He's at the management." She quietly answered. And for some reason she crawled closer to him and took his big right hand in her one and laid his hand on her belly.
It was magical, how he felt his hand raise and fell with each breath she took. How this little life which was trapped inside of her. Lucas felt himself slip away in a beautiful daydream, so beautiful. His Peyton in his arms, so happy because of … not his baby.
Reality was like an old ugly woman in dressing-gown with a rolling pin in her hand, Lucas thought and stood up, leaving Peyton in his bed. "I'm going to take a shower, then we can brunch together if you like." Lucas said and made his way to his bathroom. "That's okay." She said and Lucas closed the door.
When he opened the same door again twenty minutes later she was gone. After a two minute search for his shoes he entered Peyton's room.
It was like her closet was exploded, everywhere were dresses. On the ground, on the big bed, on the wooden table, on the soft chairs, on the large couch, there were even dresses on the counter lay a dress. Between the huge amount of silk, satin, cotton, laces, spangles and tiny beads Lucas found Peyton and a brunette who was in her forties talking.
Lucas decided not the interrupt the busy conversation and just looked around. All those colourful dress were like a rainbow through the sky. There were green dresses, red dresses, oranges dresses, white dresses, blue dresses, purple dresses, pink dresses, yellow dresses, and black dresses … almost every colour you could imagine. In every length, very short ones who only covered until the halve of your tight and dresses which covered your feet and everything in between.
Lucas randomly picked up a dress, it was a black one with silver beads on the sides. It would look fabulous on Peyton, he just knew. "This young man has a great taste I see." The older woman said and Peyton smiled bright. "He defiantly has." She answered. "Hey Luke." She greeted him for the second time today and walked over to him to press a kiss on his cheek, careful not to leave tracks of her red lipstick.
"Please help me, Luke." She begged kindly. "There are so much dresses and I don't know which one to pick." Lucas smiled when Peyton excitedly moved around to show Lucas the dresses she loved the most. The excitement made her even shine more, she was like the sun, the moon and the stars in Lucas' universe.
First she took a purple dress from her bed, where she apparently had all her favourite dresses laying on. This dress had a wide skirt and had silver spangles on the straps and the chest. The second was a very short yellow dress. The third one was red with a lot of laces. The fourth one was a white with soft pink dress who almost reached the ground. After that there was only one dress left, a simple orange dress who reached her knees.
"Is that your favourite dress?" He asked while he looked around, there were so many amazing and breath-stealing dresses, this one was nothing compared to the pink, long dress with little silken flowers which were purple and magenta, it was like a dress for a fairytale princess.
And suddenly he felt himself dragged into his fantasy world again. He could see Peyton standing in a garden full with flowers, the blue sky matches perfectly with the green grass. A few little white clouds raced into the endless blueness on a slow and slumbering pace.
There she stood, on the middle of some old stairs which leads to a fantasy castle, in that pink dress, her blond hair had more curls than ever. She smiled at him, turned around and out of the blue there was Lily. Also wearing the same pink dress, her brown hair cheerful waved around as she run of the stairs. "Lu-cas!" She screamed and ran towards him. But before Lucas had the change to scoop up his baby sister and spin her around, he was disrupted by Peyton who slap him playful on the arm. "Are you even listening Luke?"
Lucas hated to be interrupted in his dream world, but he was glad Peyton did, he found himself weak that he let himself slip away again and again, time after time. He immediately brought his attention back to Peyton, her excitement deserved every single bit of his interest, seeing her this excited didn't happen that much.
"You know I had this perfect dress for the occasion, hot pink, tight dress, it was like one with my body, hugging all my curves but with my belly I can't wear it anymore. So now this …" There she stood in a soft pink, satin strapless dress, she turned around and the dress playfully waved, her growing belly looked magical in it. Lucas smiled, she looked so damn pretty, but he rather would rip it off her body and … Lucas cursed himself.
He needed to get away from her for a little while, before he would loose self-control and do things he would regret later. His love for the attractive girl before his eyes, mixed up with his physical desire, and that was a dangerous combination. He hadn't had sex after breaking up with Brooke now more than a year and half ago. It wolfed his virility, it just eat him away very slowly.
Once and only once he had picked up a girl at a bar. But somewhere between the abundance of booze and 03.00 A.M. in his bedroom, it went 'wrong'. Before he could even make 'the big move', he had called her 'Peyton' while the poor girl had the name 'Fanny'. A hard slap on his cheek and a knee between his legs had reminded he just couldn't, couldn't be like one of these guys, guys who just met a girl to use her and than to say goodbye and never see her back. Even with Nikki he had planned another script.
"You look fabulous in that." Lucas answered and took a step backward. "You're a hot mama, like Skills would say." Lucas winked and that made Peyton smile. "I'm going out and buy a paper." He said, pressed a very light kiss on her cheek and left the room.
The streets were crowed when Lucas tried to find his way to a place where he could buy a newspaper. He actually didn't know where he needed to go … Chicago was so big when you were used to Tree Hill. Lucas wondered how Peyton could live like this, in such a big city when she was born in a place which was so little.
It was a half hour later when Lucas realised he had lost his way. He wanted to call Peyton when he realized he hadn't the number of her cell phone. He didn't know what to do, but when a redhead passed him his mind immediately gave imagine on a red-haired girl, Glenda. He had her number so he called her.
After five minutes of getting directions he had found a little store where he could buy a newspaper. Lucas felt like everyone was starring at him, especially the man after the counter, it irritated Lucas. Why did everyone judge people without knowing how everything exactly was or how they were? Lucas found it disgusting.
Lucas was glad when he was back in the hotel and entered Peyton's room. She sat after her computer, everything was cleaned up. Lucas greeted her but didn't wait until she reacted, an article on the front page of the paper had his full attention.
Fifteen minutes passed, and no words were spoken, Lucas didn't think about it, but when he looked up he realised Peyton hadn't moved. She still sat in the same position, earphones still in her ears which were covered with her curly hair, still the same site he could see, but she looked pale, so pale.
"Peyton?" He walked over to her, leaving his paper behind were he was browsing through. "Peyton, are you not feeling well?" He asked and bended down in front of her chair. "Peyton, where does it hurt?" He asked worried and his hand caressed her cheek which felt cold.
For some unknown reason she yanked her head away and her earphones plugged out by that unexpected movement. The noise of a moaning boy and girl filled the room, Lucas stiffened.
He looked to the screen and shock it hit him harder as it had ever done. 'EXCLUSIVE! Wedding night sex tape for Pete Wentz & Peyton Wentz!! Who Knew?' Was the title above the video she was watching.
"Peyton?" He asked shocked, confused and it was the only thing he could bring out. Silent tears rolled off her cheeks, wetted a trace, the trace they made on her cloths. She bit on her lower lip.
Lucas went in full denial, he went sitting back on the chair he came from and his knowledge to read made the last sparkle of hope shatter and went into the horrible disaster.
Mister Wentz & Miss Wentz Sextape Exposed!
Shock and surprise entered the world yesterday night. Only a few days ago Pete surprised the world by telling he's expecting his first child. Now a sextape from Pete and the mother of his child is exposed. On what we could call 'a conversation' we heard on the tape, it should be shot on the night after their wedding. Fall Out Boy fans are stunned, even as much as the rest of the world. For months Pete from Fall Out Boy and his girlfriend (or should we say his wife?) kept their marriage a secret to the world. But the big question is why?
Before Lucas had the chance to read further, the paper was being crumbled by Peyton. "You're married and you didn't even bother to tell me about it!" Lucas screamed, he was about to pour a shower of dirty and not pretty words over her when he realise she sat on the floor, sobbing and crying, her whole body was shivering.
"Oh God, sorry Peyton I didn't mean to yell at you. Sorry." He said again and pulled her in his arms. "He said." She mumbled but didn't get any other word out because of her tears. "They didn't."
Lucas scooped her up, even she was three months pregnant, she still weighed nothing more than a feather to Lucas. He placed her on the couch, trying to maker her feel comfortable.
Five minutes she kept crying and Lucas didn't interrupt her, he still shocked about what he found out just minutes ago. After quite some time she finally stopped, stood up, picked up her cell phone and called someone.
Not long after that her voice hollowed over the place. "Where the hell are you?" The response couldn't be heard. "You need to come home immediately!" She screamed. Probably the answer was 'why'. "Because your wife is worldwide free internet porn!" She screamed. "You said they would never get hands on it!" She screamed and began to cry again. Lucas walked over, took the phone out of her hands. "Pete, she'll call back when she's calmed down." Lucas answered and putted away her cell phone.
He lay her on her bed, he had never her seen he so upset before, only when she found out Ellie was her real mother and not the one who died in a horrible car crash when she was much younger.
The first days of that summer more than two years had been her hell, and he had been there, always there to comfort her. He had cursed himself a few times for kissing Brooke before she left. His feelings had been so strong for Peyton that summer, but the imagine of a teary Brooke had made him feel guilty, he just couldn't do it to her, not again. So Lucas pushed his feelings away, again.
"Peyton, can you tell me what's going on?" He asked and sat down next to her, he kindly rubbed her back. She didn't say anything. "Peyton, tell me how you got married?" Lucas asked softly. And so she began to tell him.
"It was the day we had a concert in Las Vegas. The whole day had been crazy and after the concert we were driving around, Pete, Andy, Joe, Patrick and me. Pete stopped at a little church, and he got on his knee, pulled out a box of his hoodie and asked me to marry him. Two hours later we stood in that church and got married. It wasn't big fabulous wedding I wanted as a little girl, but it didn't care I married the man I loved." She glowed and seemed to forget her misery. "It was only the two of us and Patrick, Andy and Joe. It was perfect." She paused and took a deep breath and took a picture out of a drawer.
Peyton and Pete stood on the picture, Andy, Patrick and Joe on their side. Peyton looked gorgeous in her short white dress. The white dress had a tight bodice, laces braid along the sides of her body, ending in bows and it had a crinoline. Her hear had glamorous curls, she looked so blissful.
"Pete promised, one day we'll do it all over. He knew my heart ached because my friends weren't there, or my dad. So Patrick walked my down the aisle. But I never felt so pretty before." Her eyes got teary and she seemed so far away. She didn't say a word for five minutes. She just was too lost in her thoughts.
Lucas let his hand travel to her hair, he pushed back some curls. That brought her back into reality. "Peyton." He said softly. "I'll not force you, but if you want to tell something about the tape, I'll listen." Even Lucas knew he didn't want to hear anything about it actually, but this was his opportunity to be on her side, pull her closer to him again.
Maybe he was a bad person, trying to win her trust when she was so vulnerable, but he needed to take every chance, he would have her in the end.
Very quietly she began to tell. "Pete wanted it to be a night to remember, I agreed, okay, I was tipsy, but I really wanted to. Actually I have done it before with Nathan." She confessed, Lucas was only slightly surprised, since the Brooke and Nathan sextape was exposed to Tree Hill, which really had pissed a pregnant Haley off. "But he promised me it was safe and locked, nobody would get it." She began to sob. "Now I'm free porn, like some cheap whore." She cried, Lucas pulled her in his arms, soothed her. "It's not your fault." He said. "No from that stupid bastard who got it on the internet." She whispered furious, her tiny fists pounding in Lucas' chest. "Ssshhh, it's going to be okay." He said and pulled her so close she could smell the boyish sent of his shirt.
"I'm going to get us some food." Lucas said, and at that moment the phone rang. Lucas took it and answered it. It was a journalist trying to find some more information, Lucas furious answered him 'he could go to hell' and left the room to go to the reception to demand they would ignore all the phone calls for Peyton or someone from Fall Out Boy.
When he came back with food, Peyton sat after her computer again, watching the tape again. "Peyton." Lucas softly said and walked over to her. "Maybe you shouldn't …" But she interrupted. "Does it turn you on?" She asked, her tears almost dripping off her voice. Peyton forced him to look at the screen, to watch her and Pete doing intimate stuff.
His stomach twisted, he felt like he had to throw up. It should be him, the one who pleased her, made her moan, made her scream, made her beg … Lucas felt himself sick for thinking that. When he saw how pale Peyton was he turned off the computer and forced her to eat something, she couldn't afford not eating with a child growing in her belly.
After dinner Lucas went to his room to spend his usual hour on MSN, chatting with his mom and his friends. Calling her at the end of the hour, singing for Lily. When he returned to her room Peyton lay on the couch, in a very uncomfortable position.
"Peyton, maybe you should go to bed. You look tired." Peyton agreed and ten minutes later she was in bed. When he wanted to leave the room she stopped him. "Would you mind to turn on some music?" She asked sweetly. "What do you want to hear?" Lucas asked and Peyton answered he should pick something. He immediately knew what he wanted to hear, 'Regret over the Wire' from Matthew Ryan.
Slowly walking down the street
Where the homeless and the lovers meet
I bask in ol' blue
Your skin does too
I saw the garland
In the skyline
In the byline
The first song began to play, he wanted to leave the room again when Peyton hold him back again. "Lucas." He walked over to the bed. "Yes, Peyton?" He asked and saw her face through the darkness. "Stay with me tonight." She said and leaving Lucas amazed. "Pete will be away all night." She said. "I don't want to sleep alone." She patted on the sheets. Lucas without thinking agreed and went lying next to her. Matthew Ryan's voice embraced him gave him hope, for the next day.
I can't return to you
You must return to me
That's the deal
I'm sorry
Did I say I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorrier now
Did I say I'm sorry
Did I say I miss you
I'll do what I have to do
I say I miss you
I miss you
I'll do what I have to do