Chapter two of this fan fic- hope tu like it, comentarios are most appreciated! :D
After that día quite a lot had changed. Peyton would often stop por the café, to talk to Lucas, relishing the fact that he was there for her, her need for a friend now was bordering on desperate. They would sit and talk, Peyton’s face lighting up when she talked about the things she loved, Lucas simply watching in awe of her beauty. He grew to amor her smile even más than he did before. He loved the way her milky complexion gained faint rosiness on entering the café in autumn time when winds blew and water spattered the windows. Then as the año progressed, her hair became lighter with the sun, her attitude brightened por the sun. On warm evenings they would go to the river court, Lucas shooting around, Peyton simply drawing. They would talk about music, literature and art, both the most prominent things they had in common with each other. Peyton and Haley had become close and therefore she spent time with the duo often. It was fair to say that things had taken a turn for the better. Another thing was just about the change.
‘Lucas?’ she called out on entering the café.
‘I’m behind the counter’ He didn’t even have to ask who it was, he knew.
‘I have great news’ she smiled at him having skipped over to the counter, lifting up the barrier to let her in.
‘Enlighten me.’ He joked; blissfully unaware of the effect her words would have him.
‘Nathan and I are back together.’ she announced. Lucas’ jovial smile faltered, but he did his best not to mostrar it. He had unknowingly frowned in disappointment. Unknowingly to him as well, Peyton had noticed his actions.
‘That’s…that’s great Peyton’ He managed to spit out before he backed into the staff lounge, muttering an inaudible excuse. A few moments later, her tall, lean figure emerged in the doorway.
‘Luke?’ That was the nickname she had acquired for him. ‘Luke? What is it?’ She asked, innocently.
‘How can tu ask that?’ he whispered, hoarsely, his voice sounding like rough sand paper. He got no immediate answer, so continued.
‘Peyton can’t tu feel it? After all this time we’ve spent together, can tu seriously tell me that tu can’t feel it?’ Lucas had rose up from his seat, walked over to where she stood and had taken her hands in his, looking her square in her bright green eyes.
‘Lucas I don’t know what you’re talking about’ She mumbled uncomfortably, looking down at their interlocked fingers.
‘Us Peyton. Our…magic. Our chemistry. Can’t tu feel it?’ He persuaded her, pulling slightly at her hands, bringing her closer.
‘Luke, I can’t…’ she said, shaking her head, her blonde hair bouncing.
‘Peyton, stop trying to ignore it…I know tu can feel it…I know tu can’ He said, putting his thumb under her chin and pulling her face up so she was looking at him.
‘Luke stop’ She whispered, their lips inches apart. She shook her chin from his grasp. ‘I don’t think we should see each other for a while…I think we just need some el espacio from each other for a while’ She retreated out from the room backwards, nearly stumbling over the coffee table.
‘Peyton…’ He had started, but it was no use. She was gone.
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Peyton had plastered on a fake smile as she entered the restaurant a week later. Truth be told, she still couldn’t get Lucas out of her head. Ever since he had told her he felt something between them, she couldn’t stop thinking about him, and was unsure why. She had persuaded herself that she didn’t feel anything for him. And she didn’t. She didn’t. o did she?
Nathan’s call shook her from her reoccurring día dream, and she made her way over to him. He had reserved a mesa, tabla for them in the corner of the restaurant, and was standing waiting for her to reach him. The mesa, tabla had a single red rose in a vase in the middle it, its petals a deep red, like the colour of blood.
‘Hey you’ He smiled, taking her in his arms once she’d reached him. His hugs were nothing like Lucas’s. They sat down at the same time, and a waiter descended upon them like a harsh cloud. He passed them menus and retreated, leaving them in an awkward silence.
‘So’ He began ‘How’s Brooke?’
‘She’s fine. Same as ever. Pining over some guy I’ve never heard of.’ She commented, uninterested.
‘What’s wrong with her liking someone we don’t know?’ He argued.
‘Nothing- I never dicho there was.’ She responded, startled por his sudden aggression. Lucas would never have picked a fight like that. They where always so relaxed in each other’s company.
‘What d’you want to eat?’ The aggression was still there.
‘A Caesar ensalada would be good.’
‘Fine.’
‘Nate, are tu alright? tu seem kind of out of it.’ She pressed, tentatively.
‘I’m fine.’ He said, but then as if on segundo thoughts he added ‘No, I’m not. My Dad’s actuación all weird. Typical Dan Scott, eh?’ He attempted to joke, trying lighten the already heavy mood. Dan Scott. Nathan’s dad. Lucas’s Dad. Peyton pushed those thoughts out of her head violently, desperate not to think of him.
Their lunch came and went, in silence; they had found nothing to talk of. Whether it was the lack of topics to talk about, o the lack of interest to talk to each other, Peyton couldn’t work out. He dropped her home, besar her cheek in an oh-so familiar way. She hopped out of his car, and Nathan drove off. Peyton gathered her thoughts and tuned around. Standing in front of her door was Lucas.
‘Peyton, we need to talk’
After that día quite a lot had changed. Peyton would often stop por the café, to talk to Lucas, relishing the fact that he was there for her, her need for a friend now was bordering on desperate. They would sit and talk, Peyton’s face lighting up when she talked about the things she loved, Lucas simply watching in awe of her beauty. He grew to amor her smile even más than he did before. He loved the way her milky complexion gained faint rosiness on entering the café in autumn time when winds blew and water spattered the windows. Then as the año progressed, her hair became lighter with the sun, her attitude brightened por the sun. On warm evenings they would go to the river court, Lucas shooting around, Peyton simply drawing. They would talk about music, literature and art, both the most prominent things they had in common with each other. Peyton and Haley had become close and therefore she spent time with the duo often. It was fair to say that things had taken a turn for the better. Another thing was just about the change.
‘Lucas?’ she called out on entering the café.
‘I’m behind the counter’ He didn’t even have to ask who it was, he knew.
‘I have great news’ she smiled at him having skipped over to the counter, lifting up the barrier to let her in.
‘Enlighten me.’ He joked; blissfully unaware of the effect her words would have him.
‘Nathan and I are back together.’ she announced. Lucas’ jovial smile faltered, but he did his best not to mostrar it. He had unknowingly frowned in disappointment. Unknowingly to him as well, Peyton had noticed his actions.
‘That’s…that’s great Peyton’ He managed to spit out before he backed into the staff lounge, muttering an inaudible excuse. A few moments later, her tall, lean figure emerged in the doorway.
‘Luke?’ That was the nickname she had acquired for him. ‘Luke? What is it?’ She asked, innocently.
‘How can tu ask that?’ he whispered, hoarsely, his voice sounding like rough sand paper. He got no immediate answer, so continued.
‘Peyton can’t tu feel it? After all this time we’ve spent together, can tu seriously tell me that tu can’t feel it?’ Lucas had rose up from his seat, walked over to where she stood and had taken her hands in his, looking her square in her bright green eyes.
‘Lucas I don’t know what you’re talking about’ She mumbled uncomfortably, looking down at their interlocked fingers.
‘Us Peyton. Our…magic. Our chemistry. Can’t tu feel it?’ He persuaded her, pulling slightly at her hands, bringing her closer.
‘Luke, I can’t…’ she said, shaking her head, her blonde hair bouncing.
‘Peyton, stop trying to ignore it…I know tu can feel it…I know tu can’ He said, putting his thumb under her chin and pulling her face up so she was looking at him.
‘Luke stop’ She whispered, their lips inches apart. She shook her chin from his grasp. ‘I don’t think we should see each other for a while…I think we just need some el espacio from each other for a while’ She retreated out from the room backwards, nearly stumbling over the coffee table.
‘Peyton…’ He had started, but it was no use. She was gone.
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Peyton had plastered on a fake smile as she entered the restaurant a week later. Truth be told, she still couldn’t get Lucas out of her head. Ever since he had told her he felt something between them, she couldn’t stop thinking about him, and was unsure why. She had persuaded herself that she didn’t feel anything for him. And she didn’t. She didn’t. o did she?
Nathan’s call shook her from her reoccurring día dream, and she made her way over to him. He had reserved a mesa, tabla for them in the corner of the restaurant, and was standing waiting for her to reach him. The mesa, tabla had a single red rose in a vase in the middle it, its petals a deep red, like the colour of blood.
‘Hey you’ He smiled, taking her in his arms once she’d reached him. His hugs were nothing like Lucas’s. They sat down at the same time, and a waiter descended upon them like a harsh cloud. He passed them menus and retreated, leaving them in an awkward silence.
‘So’ He began ‘How’s Brooke?’
‘She’s fine. Same as ever. Pining over some guy I’ve never heard of.’ She commented, uninterested.
‘What’s wrong with her liking someone we don’t know?’ He argued.
‘Nothing- I never dicho there was.’ She responded, startled por his sudden aggression. Lucas would never have picked a fight like that. They where always so relaxed in each other’s company.
‘What d’you want to eat?’ The aggression was still there.
‘A Caesar ensalada would be good.’
‘Fine.’
‘Nate, are tu alright? tu seem kind of out of it.’ She pressed, tentatively.
‘I’m fine.’ He said, but then as if on segundo thoughts he added ‘No, I’m not. My Dad’s actuación all weird. Typical Dan Scott, eh?’ He attempted to joke, trying lighten the already heavy mood. Dan Scott. Nathan’s dad. Lucas’s Dad. Peyton pushed those thoughts out of her head violently, desperate not to think of him.
Their lunch came and went, in silence; they had found nothing to talk of. Whether it was the lack of topics to talk about, o the lack of interest to talk to each other, Peyton couldn’t work out. He dropped her home, besar her cheek in an oh-so familiar way. She hopped out of his car, and Nathan drove off. Peyton gathered her thoughts and tuned around. Standing in front of her door was Lucas.
‘Peyton, we need to talk’
So when I first started watching the mostrar I thought:
Laley
Neyton
Brooke just had to find someone, but as the mostrar went on it changed:
Brucas
Naley
And Peyton had to fend for herself, until I realized that there was a perfect guy out there for her: JAKE!!
Well that pretty much stayed the same since I had only seen the 1st and 3rd season, well I'm watching the 4th, and Brooke has broke up with Lucas, and Peyton and Lucas are really good friends, but then they start going out, and I'm not mad, I don't want to fast adelante, hacia adelante through the scences, I want to watch.
But I still amor Brucas, but I also amor Leyton, I still like Jeyton too thought.
I don't know what should I do??
Please Help!!
P.S. It's not that Brooke has Chase, cause personally I don't like Chase, but I like him better than Owen, I don't like Owen, sorry Bowen fans!!
Laley
Neyton
Brooke just had to find someone, but as the mostrar went on it changed:
Brucas
Naley
And Peyton had to fend for herself, until I realized that there was a perfect guy out there for her: JAKE!!
Well that pretty much stayed the same since I had only seen the 1st and 3rd season, well I'm watching the 4th, and Brooke has broke up with Lucas, and Peyton and Lucas are really good friends, but then they start going out, and I'm not mad, I don't want to fast adelante, hacia adelante through the scences, I want to watch.
But I still amor Brucas, but I also amor Leyton, I still like Jeyton too thought.
I don't know what should I do??
Please Help!!
P.S. It's not that Brooke has Chase, cause personally I don't like Chase, but I like him better than Owen, I don't like Owen, sorry Bowen fans!!