A/N: This is a story i've been writing for awhile though i am not finished, i have written about 20 chapters so far. so its long. It's a story with lots of lucas and peyton sex so if you don't like them as a couple what are u even doing here. anywho hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill, but i do own all 3 season on DVD. :)
Chapter 1- The World As We Knew It
Time is becoming, More precious than gold, All those times wasted alone. We won't get another chance this time.
My eyes jolted open, a fever I couldn't stop over took my frozen body. A scream challenged to escape my lips but my senses achieved to stop it. Darkness was all that was seen in the room in which was usually completely blue and shining, but seeing my red alarm clock on the table beside my bed helped me realize I was safe in my bed. My arms held my chest close, my legs were shaking. My lips quivered. The horrible dream had awoken me from my deep and somewhat comfortable slumber. The darkness of the dream made me nervous and frightened as I went to scream for my dad, but as I began remember he was in New York for the weekend.
I tried to catch my breath as I forced myself to overlook the fact that this was the third time this week I had woken up from the same discomforting dream that brought back repressing reminders of the past. Once my throat was clear and air was finally making its way through, I caught my distraught breath. My head was aching as I tried to concentrate on the night before. I went to Brooke's party last night. I knew that for sure. But I was having trouble remembering anything that had happened. I pulled myself out of bed slowly trying not to disturb the quietness of the house. I pulled up the curtains as I peered out the window. The sun was barely rising and it was obvious that it wasn't morning yet. I looked down towards my driveway and saw ... a familiar car. I almost laughed when I remembered who was lying mostly likely in the room beside me.
My dad told me that he was going to New York for the weekend with my aunt and uncle, for a long needed vacation. Since Haley's parents were obviously gone for the weekend too, he offered her to stay with me. Which didn't sound like a bad idea, we were pretty much best friends, except we didn't go to the same school, which made it hard for us to see a lot of each other.
Thursday night, the night before my dad and Haley's parents were leaving, Haley and I hung out after school. we were planning a super big party for Saturday night. Haley had become quite the party girl, I was told. My dad wasn't due to get home from New York until late Sunday, before Haley was leaving for her ski trip, so that left us plenty of time to clean up from the party. We had it all planned out, it was going to perfect and memorable. Hopefully.
"Now remember to ask Nathan for the vodka." Haley continued to remind me, but I knew the only reason was that she wanted to make sure Nathan was going to come to the party. I winked at Haley as I stepped out of her room, I needed to go home and call some people for the party.
"I will." I laughed, turning around to wave good-bye to Haley, when I tripped and fell.
At first I thought I had tripped and fell over my own feet and felt like an idiot. But my prediction was wrong, I had been tripped by the tall figure above me.
"You okay?" he chuckled.
I instantly looked up when I heard his voice, "Lucas?" I suggested as he reached out and pulled me up.
"You're here."Haley squealed as she ran over towards him and hugged him.
He smiled, "I said I was coming, I'm here for good now." He assured.
I ended up staying at Haley's for another hour. Haley and Lucas told me how he was transferring from Arizona State to Tree Hill University and would be staying with Haley and her family until he found a place to live on his own. When they told me they smiled at each other, they had a special bond that I had never seen between cousins and Haley and I had a special bond also, so there was a lot of pressure for me and Lucas to like each other or to at least get along. There had never been any trouble.
As, we continued to talk and catch up, I watched as Lucas played with his thick blonde hair, it was a lot shorter now and it looked good. He was a tall guy, extremely tall. He had a ruggedly manly face, a strong chin, a flat noise but soft almost squinty eyes. His smile would make your heart stop when he flashed his white teeth. His hair blonde and perfect, looking good even in a mess. I couldn't keep my eyes off, his two awkwardly placed freckles on the left side of his arm. But the one thing the made him incredibly unique were his eyes. Their color. Some days they almost looked brown, others they looked green. But if you really looked you could clearly see they were blue. I couldn't believe the details I knew about him, I didn't even know them about myself.
As I stared into his deep eyes which were looking brown today, I began reminiscing.
We first met when he was 4 and I was just a baby but we never really remembered it, we had just heard stories about how cute we were together. He would hold me in his arms and I would cuddle into his shoulders. He would never let go of me until it was time to leave, telling his mommy there was something special about me.
We met again when I was 5 and he was 10, I can't remember much, except watching movies together. Our favorites like The Little Mermaid, The Lion King and of course Harriet the Spy. He didn't really like The Little Mermaid and would tease me during the movie. And I would annoy him during Lion King, not liking it too much myself. But I specifically remembered when we watched Harriet the Spy. We would stop our bickering and just watch the movie. Never talking as I would lean in his arms and he would hold me tight. But our parents would always come in and embarrass us saying how adorable we were and we would quickly move away.
We met again when I was 9 and he was 14.Haley had come over to swim in my new pool and he came to. It was a little awkward because we were a lot older. We played "Marco Polo", and I can still recollect the feeling I had when we swam around the pool. He was 'it' and he was getting closer and closer to me. All I could do was stay very still, he finally wrapped his arms around me and yelled "You're it," as he swam away, I stared after him. It was the first time I realized that I liked boys. It had always been that guys were gross, icky and mean, but he changed the way I thought of them. It always felt weird that I liked him, so I denied it.
The next time he came down he was 18 and I was 13. We were a lot more grown up; He was taller and filled out really nice, he grew into a man. Making my little crush worse. But I was no longer a little girl. I had hit puberty pretty early and didn't look very different from the way I do today. We went to Sea World, the water park and he was the only one who would go on the big rides with me. We had a blast that day, going on every ride at least twice, making fun of all the people in the park, getting ice cream and winning in the pie eating contest. He told me that I definitely had confidence and knew who I was, because not many girls would enter the pie-eating contest, let alone win. But, I was actually very insecure. I remember how awkward I felt wearing a bikini, but Lucas told me I looked cute and very mature for my age. Though I knew he was just being nice, it still felt good. We hung out the rest of the day talking and just having fun. We went back to my house as the parents teased us yet again. They would always tell stories of our cuddling and what we did when we were younger. I was embarrassed but he just laughed it off. He was a lot more mature and it was obvious he had grown up and became a great guy. He went a long with our parents jokes and cuddled into me as we talked with them.
The next and last time I saw him was last year. I was 15 and he was 20.Haley and her boyfriend were going to the movies and she invited me. When I got there Lucas was there too, I was shocked at first, because he looked a whole lot different. His hair was lighter and his body was definitely much more firmer and put together, and he towered over my 5'8 figure with his 6'2 body. Haley knew that we got along well and just left us as her and her boyfriend went their own way and we didn't see much of them later. We talked a bit before the movie and caught up, it felt so great to see him.
When we finally got to the movie I saw my old boyfriend Tim there with another girl. I freaked out and I guess Lucas figured it out. He grabbed my hand as we walked by them. As we passed I felt his hand grab my butt and I gasped. He whispered for me not to worry in my ear. When we made it to our seats, I saw Tim look in disbelief as Lucas leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I almost freaked out but I held it in, it was only on the cheek, but it felt weird. We sat down and I giggled at the look Tim had given us. After the movie we said bye and went our separate ways and that was the last time I saw him until now.
I left Haley's house and went home that night and couldn't stop thinking about him.
Friday at school I got invited to a last minute party at my friend Brooke's house and I thought it would be fun, a lot of my friends were going to be there and Haley was busy working on Friday. She was supposed to meet me at my house at 11, so I thought I could go to the party till then. But from what I remembered that's not what happened.
I got super drunk at the party and Nathan ended up driving me home, he was Brooke's older brother and hadn't been drinking, he was close with Haley and I kind of thought they were maybe going out. I convinced him to come to our party tomorrow. I fell out the car, Nathan chuckling at me as I stumbled up my driveway to my door. When I finally opened the door, I waved bye to Nathan and tripped and fell, thinking it was Haley running up the stairs to greet me.
I yelled " Oh my god! You'll never guess who got in a fight at Brooke's party! It was crazy…. Oh and Nathan is soooo excited for our party tomorrow, you guys are totally gonna hook up!" I looked down at my soaked clothes and remembered what had happened
"Ew, and some guy totally puked on me." I squealed as I pulled off my top and pants, revealing my black bra and panties. I began to take off my bra, I wouldn't usually do this, but I really wasn't thinking. I was drunk.
I heard the footsteps come closer; I took my bra off and threw it to the side. I opened my mouth to say something but when I looked up, I saw it wasn't Haley. It was Lucas. Shit.
I attempted cover myself up, my hands slipping over my skin. I awkwardly smiled. He didn't smile back so I began to stand up, man did I look stupid lying on the ground with no clothes on.
With me wobbling to stand straight, he had to bend down so he was eye level with me.
"Are you okay?" He asked kind of laughing, as he raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm fine" I tried to act cool, while I continued to cover my body.
"You're kind of naked." He said in an obvious tone. "And drunk" he laughed, when he smelt my breath.
"I am not." I lied as I fell into him; he caught me with his strong arms. My breasts rubbing against his hard chest.
"Woah, there tiger." He said helping me stand up straight, pulling my body a little further away from him. "Let's get you to bed." He said as he helped my up the stairs. But half way up the stairs my stomach turned, I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom.
That's all I could remember. I wondered how I got in bed, with my pj's on, I questioned for a moment whether Lucas had taken advantage of me, but laughed to myself for a minute for even thinking that. I looked around my room, and the horror of the dream came back to me, I ran from the window quietly. Opened my door and went down the stairs. I decided to get a snack and maybe watch some TV to get my mind off things.
I woke to the sound of the stairs creaking. I was a light sleeper and almost any noise could wake me. Then I heard the fridge downstairs open. I knew Peyton was up. It had only been a few hours since I had got to sleep. With waiting up for cleaning her up and putting her to bed, it was a long night.
I had known her since forever. We met the first time when I was almost 5 and she was just a baby, I didn't remember much except holding her in my arms, at that age I was fascinated by babies and I never let her go. Saying she was a special baby. We met again when I was 10 and she was 5, the only memory that really stuck out was when we were watching our favorite movie Harriet the Spy and our parents would poke fun at us when we would cuddle. I was really embarrassed. We met again when I was 14 and she was 9. She had lost her mom the year before and I wasn't sure what to say to her. I just remembered her as the dorky girl that stared at me funny.
But when we met again, wow, she was different. She had grown up a lot and looked great, and considering I was 18 and she was 13, that was a difficult thing to admit to. We had a great time at the water park, and I always remembered her winning in the pie-eating contest, she was so cool. We listened to the same music and had so much in common. I got along with her so well and I couldn't believe she was only 13.
But it wasn't until my last trip up here that we really got close. It was last year and I was 20 and she was 15. We met at the movie and when I saw her I couldn't believe how good she looked. She had grown up good. She looked mature and confident, her hair was long and lighter and I noticed that she was wearing it curly again. But the one thing I noticed that I shouldn't have was that she had grown boobs, I couldn't help but notice the way they just completed her body making her look almost perfect. I tried my best not the stare that night, and it surprised me how much I was attracted to her, I mean I was 20 and in university. I could get almost any girl.
We talked before the movie. Once we got into the theater I noticed her looking at some guy awkwardly, I then understood. I thought it would be funny to make him jealous, he wasn't a big guy and would obvious be intimidated by me. I grabbed her hand as we walked by, and placed it on her ass as we passed. I didn't plan on it, but I kissed her on the cheek, it was just on the cheek.It was weird, not the gross way. The way that you like it, but you shouldn't. After the movie we left and that was the last time I saw her.
Until Thursday night, when I knocked her over, although it had only been a year, she looked different, better different. I had a great time talking to her and Haley, and catching up on what was new in their lives.
While she talked about her school year, I couldn't help but stare. She was a tall girl, well around 5'8. She has long blonde curly hair, that she usually wore down, but on occasions up in a pony tail. She had glasses, that I had never seen her wear before. They really suited her and made her look mysterious and smart. Her bangs would usually end up covering her eyes, and she would blow them away, with an odd look on her face. Her eyes were a grayish-blue color and would sometimes just pop out at you. Her lips were soft, red and the perfect size. But as I stared at her face, my eyes reverted to her body, which was pretty good looking too. I might add.
She later left. And I waited till we'd meet again.
When Haley called me on Friday and said she couldn't come home, because she had a later shift and would just crash at a friends, and asked if I would stay with Peyton, I immediately obliged. I thought we could hang out and watch a movie like old times. But when I got there she wasn't there, so I waited. I finally heard the door open at 12 and made my way up to greet her; we could still watch the movie, I hoped. I walked up the stairs expecting something I definitely didn't get. I found a drunken and half naked girl. She wasn't the girl from the day before. She was a lot more wobbly and well, a lot more naked. I helped her up as she giggled; she had never acted like that before, at least in front of me. I helped her up the stairs trying not to notice that her naked body was up against me. She pulled away and ran to the washroom. I laughed as I made my way up the stairs and into her room and towards the washroom.
I could remember clearly opening the bathroom door, where a naked Peyton's head was almost in the toilet. She saw me walk in and she looked away embarrassed.
"Hey, let me help you." I said trying to comfort her.
"No, I don't want you to see me like this." She cried as she covered her naked body up.
I smiled at her, as I removed my shirt. She looked at me confused. She gulped when she looked at my naked chest and I somehow felt a little bit more confident.
"Here put this on." I passed her the shirt.
"Thanks," she smiled as her eyes told me to look away, as she covered her half naked body with my shirt.
"So, you think you're going to be sick again?" I asked looking back at her. She didn't answer until I sat down beside her, I was willing to help.
"No, I think I'm done. I puked before, so I think that's all that's going to come out of me." She smiled extremely uncomfortably.. " But I do need a shower."
"Okay, well I'll just get your pjs and call me when you're done." I grinned as I got up and left.
I waited for about 15 minutes as she got her shower. Observing her room. It was amazing, it told me so much about her. Her pain, her love, her loneliness but mostly it showed me how talented she was.
I heard the shower turn off and waited for her to open the door. Another 10 minutes passed and I was confused why she was taking so long.
"Peyton?" I yelled, but I got no response. "Peyton?" I opened the door to see Peyton lying on the ground in a towel. I laughed to myself. I bent down and picked her up. I walked her to her bed, and placed her on it lightly. I found her wore out pajamas and put her in them, trying as much as I could not to look; she was already in an awkward position. I didn't think it was right. But boy, did I want to look. My hands stumbled a few times as they grazed her soft skin. When I finished putting her clothes on. I tucked her into bed.
"Night" I smiled at her as I made my way to bed.
I wasn't sure if she even remembered anything from last, so as I got up from my bed ready for her be to totally shocked when she saw me in her house. I pulled on a my blue shirt. And walked down the stairs, to where Peyton's face was hidden in the fridge. I watched her for a minute, as she bent down in her little boxer shorts, they seemed to be worn out and way to short to cover her whole butt, and her top was half hanging off as she leaned down. She was concentrating really hard on something and looked adorable with her hair in ringlets.
"Hey you."
So close your eyes and paint the picture.The sunset staring back won't last forever.
Just close your eyes
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