Discalimer: I don't own One Tree Hill, or the characters, I only own the plot.

            He couldn't tear his eyes away from here.  Her messy blonde hair.  The way her curls sprang up and then landed playfully at her shoulders as she practiced her routine.  He had seen her do it so many times he knew the moves by heart.  Kick the leg up, squat to the ground, spring up and yell "Go Ravens".  Then she would always plaster a bright smile one her face.  He could see her perfect white teeth.  The way they shined always managed to capture him. But her smile always faded into a grimace.  And she would take a deep breathe and do it over again until she was either satisfied, or bored.  She was his sole source of entertainment in his white-walled prison cell.  Peyton Sawyer.  Suddenly she disappeared from off the screen, and in her place was a plain square box.

            -How did you Lucas Scott, manage to get grounded?!?- he laughed at the words on the screen.

            -I don't know Hales.  I honestly thought that I had this test in the bag.  Guess I was wrong, cuz my mom doesn't quite agree with the whole D thing.-

            -Well now you have plenty of time to study for the next one.- he could see her grin in his head.  It was a curved mile of pearly whites.  –So how long?-

            -Two weeks of staring at the paint on my wall- he rolled his eyes at the thought of his upcoming weeks.

            -Oh you can't forget watching Peyton all day.  Goooooo Ravens!-  His eyes grew wide at his best friends comment.  He didn't think that he was THAT obvious.  –yes you are that obvious Mr. Scott- he raised his eyebrows at her ability to read his mind.

            -Okay smart ass.  Have a nice day Haley.-

            -Yes I will.  And you have nice time watching Peyton.-

            -BYE HALEY!- he laughed as he closed her box.  As soon as it was gone Peyton appeared on the screen again.  This time she was drawing, in her usual black.  She face looked both aggravated and content. She turned her back to the web cam, which gave Lucas a perfect view of her sketch.  He watched intently as her hands created both thin and black slashes across the paper.  Part of him was amazed at how all the scratchy lines on her paper could form such a detailed and meaningful drawing.  He was amazed at how carelessly she dragged her hand across the paper.  The black charcoal was loosely intertwined in her clumsy, stiffened fingers.  He glared, captivated by the mass of black, as the lines began to form a faces and objects.  He coked his head slightly to try and get a better look at what was being created.  He saw her loop her hand in petite spirals and he knew immediately that the first figure was her.  He sat mesmerized as the second figure came into existence.  The shape of the face, the sharp edges, and rough cheeks told him it was a guy.  She unnaturally twisted her wrist as she added the short commonly spiked hair.  It was when she added the deep set eyes that he realized it was him. Nathan Scott.  Lucas had never been good enough for anything Nathan had, and it pissed him off to no end.  He no longer wanted to watch Peyton draw; the image just didn't interest him anymore.  He reached over to close her screen off but he stopped when she started a new figure.  This time the face was smooth and round.  The eyes were big and the eyebrows were arched.  It didn't take him long to see it was Brooke.

            He looked meticulously at the picture of the three.  He paid attention to every detail.  Peyton had set herself behind the others, almost as if she was just standing around.  Brooke's expression was one he couldn't place.  She was smiling but at the same time she seemed cold.  Nathan just stood there as serious as ever. Peyton held the picture at arms length and then placed it back on her bare legs.  Lucas watched as she darkened her image.  When she was done she looked like nothing more then a miserable shadow lingering behind Nathan and Brooke.  When he thought about it he realized that that was what she was.  A shadow.  She was best friends with Brooke but Brooke was the one who always shined.  She dated Nathan for over a year but they never got close.  She was his prized little trophy.  Lucas grew furious at the thoughts in his head.  How could his own flesh and blood treat Peyton like that.  She deserved so much better then Nathan ever gave her.  Peyton really was no more then a shadow, someone to follow the two shining stars of her life around. 

            He looked at the back of Peyton's curly head, pleading for her to turn around.  She did.  She looked down at her work and ripped it out. "Pure shit!" she mumbled.  She got ready to tear the piece to shreds.

            -I don't think its shit.  I really like it.- Lucas waited for her to respond.  He hated the way she was never satisfied with what she did.  He blamed it on Nathan.  He always made her feel worthless.  Like Lucas, nothing she ever did was right.  He looked at her through the screen, waiting.  She looked into the camera and smiled. Lucas liked to think of it as his smile, simply because he rarely saw her genuinely smile expect when she smiled at him.  'Not at me' he thought. 'For me'.  He now smiled to himself.

            "Thanks" she mouth to the screen.  He saw her give a little chuckle and then she turned off her camera, but not before placing the picture soundly on her desk.  Lucas sat back in his chair, content with the fact that he was at least able to make Peyton's day a little better.

            He got up form his computer chair and laid on his bed.  He started at his ceiling, not really seeing it.  His mind was filled with thoughts of this curly topped blonde that could make his body tingle with a single glance.  He slowly dozed off with hoped of being able to make her smile once again tomorrow.

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