Wednesday, Dec 13, 2006
*okay, so i'm not too familiar with this whole fanfic thing, but i at least know it's not a blog ... but i'm gonna post it here anyways*
As she stood out, in front of the steps, looking onto a building that was almost her second home ... the memories from 5 years prior came flooding back. Some of the best years of her life, some might say. With a quiet sigh, and a small smile, she turned to leave ... walking towards her car. As she climbed inside, slowly settling into the soft red leather ... she thought of how good this car had been to her, and in no way wanted to part with it. She had finally agreed reluctantly to sell the car in hopes of paying off student loans, and possibly helping to get her a place in New York so she could finish out her dreams. She had always imagined, since she was a little girl, of sharing her art, her passion, with anyone that would allow the drawings to reach out to them, and grab their soul. She laid her head back looking up at the sky, thinking back onto her senior year here at Tree Hill High ... it seemed like a lifetime away, but yet, everything was so clear. She wondered how everyone was ... and wondered why it seemed so hard for everyone to stay in touch. It was a promise they made the day of graduation ... and then as the summer dwindled on, everyone started to focus on theirselves, and lost sight of their promise, and only saw their own personal goals, but who could blame them. She had done the same ...
Sitting up she pulled back the sleeve of her jacket, checking the time. "Where is this guy", she wondered aloud, growing more and more impatient. In the past, this little lady would've freaked at the thought of meeting someone, alone, in her old highschool parking lot ... even though it was b/c of her ad she placed in her paper for the car, but she had changed from that timid, scared, basket case in highschool, to a strong, independent, and capable young woman, and she had her brother Derek to thank for that. They had grown closer once Peyton had moved off to attend art school. Derek really proved to be a major role in her life, and she thanked him everyday for helping her become who she was today. She laughed aloud thinking of how hard he was on her, and how annoyed she was by him being there back then. Checking her watch one last time, she chuckled and reached for her seat belt ... "Forget this, I'm not wasting my life away waiting for this guy ... it just means we're stuck together for life", she said to her car as she layed her hand on the dash, "just me and you girl". As she clicked her seat belt in place, and reached to turn the keys in the ignition she saw a motorcycle pull into the parking lot. Squinting to make out the rider, she undid her seatbelt and stepped out, "Well it's about time ... sorry girl, I guess it's not just us after all", she said turning to her car. She turned to face the rider, placing both her hands in her back pockets. She smiled, squinting into the sun as the rider neared, stopped about 15 feet away, and killed the engine. "Hey, I was starting to think you weren't going to show ... hope you found it okay", Peyton chimed in as she started walking towards the rider. The dark stranger, getting off the bike, pulled off his helmet ... stopping Peyton dead in her tracks, "What are you doing here!!!!", she exclaimed.
As she stood out, in front of the steps, looking onto a building that was almost her second home ... the memories from 5 years prior came flooding back. Some of the best years of her life, some might say. With a quiet sigh, and a small smile, she turned to leave ... walking towards her car. As she climbed inside, slowly settling into the soft red leather ... she thought of how good this car had been to her, and in no way wanted to part with it. She had finally agreed reluctantly to sell the car in hopes of paying off student loans, and possibly helping to get her a place in New York so she could finish out her dreams. She had always imagined, since she was a little girl, of sharing her art, her passion, with anyone that would allow the drawings to reach out to them, and grab their soul. She laid her head back looking up at the sky, thinking back onto her senior year here at Tree Hill High ... it seemed like a lifetime away, but yet, everything was so clear. She wondered how everyone was ... and wondered why it seemed so hard for everyone to stay in touch. It was a promise they made the day of graduation ... and then as the summer dwindled on, everyone started to focus on theirselves, and lost sight of their promise, and only saw their own personal goals, but who could blame them. She had done the same ...
Sitting up she pulled back the sleeve of her jacket, checking the time. "Where is this guy", she wondered aloud, growing more and more impatient. In the past, this little lady would've freaked at the thought of meeting someone, alone, in her old highschool parking lot ... even though it was b/c of her ad she placed in her paper for the car, but she had changed from that timid, scared, basket case in highschool, to a strong, independent, and capable young woman, and she had her brother Derek to thank for that. They had grown closer once Peyton had moved off to attend art school. Derek really proved to be a major role in her life, and she thanked him everyday for helping her become who she was today. She laughed aloud thinking of how hard he was on her, and how annoyed she was by him being there back then. Checking her watch one last time, she chuckled and reached for her seat belt ... "Forget this, I'm not wasting my life away waiting for this guy ... it just means we're stuck together for life", she said to her car as she layed her hand on the dash, "just me and you girl". As she clicked her seat belt in place, and reached to turn the keys in the ignition she saw a motorcycle pull into the parking lot. Squinting to make out the rider, she undid her seatbelt and stepped out, "Well it's about time ... sorry girl, I guess it's not just us after all", she said turning to her car. She turned to face the rider, placing both her hands in her back pockets. She smiled, squinting into the sun as the rider neared, stopped about 15 feet away, and killed the engine. "Hey, I was starting to think you weren't going to show ... hope you found it okay", Peyton chimed in as she started walking towards the rider. The dark stranger, getting off the bike, pulled off his helmet ... stopping Peyton dead in her tracks, "What are you doing here!!!!", she exclaimed.
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Posted Dec 13, 2006 3:45 pm PT
:] sounds good to me! I wonder who this mystery guy is...is it lucas 
Posted Dec 13, 2006 5:55 pm PT
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