House Calls
Peyton stretched out luxuriously in her bed savoring the fact that this was the first Saturday morning in over a month that Brooke hadn't called an early morning cheerleading practice. She loved her best friend, but Saturdays were not meant for practicing new cheer moves. Slipping out from between her sheets and padding across the carpet, she flipped on her stereo. Soon the sounds of The Ramones filled her room as she pondered what she would do with an entire day to herself.
She waved absent-mindedly at her webcam as she passed. She was sure no one was actually watching it at this time of the morning, but she stuck her tounge out at it anyway. Lucas had called her before going to bed last night, and let her know that he was going to be otherwise engaged all day. So Peyton had decided that she was going to use the day to herself to try to get some things done that she had been putting off. Her art supply drawer leered messily at her from the corner, she'd been meaning to re-organize it. And she knew that her bathroom was due to be cleaned. But one glance out her window at the gorgeous morning and she knew she wouldn't be spending the day inside. Cleaning projects were for rainy days.
A couple hours later, Peyton was dressed and driving along the streets of Tree Hill with the top of her car rolled down. She stopped in at the cafe for a cup of coffee and chatted aimably with Karen and Haley for a few minutes before setting off up the road for the record store.
She spent about an hour shuffling through the old CDs and records and left with her wallet considerably lighter. And as she got back inside the black car, she riffled through her purchases and sighed. She had one thing left to do that she knew she couldn't put off for another day. She started the car back up and pulled out of the parking lot.
She kept driving, not really hearing the new music she had just bought, until she approached Jake Jagielski's apartment. She pulled the car to the curb and turned the engine off. She sat inside the car thinking for a moment, before finally getting out and hurrying up the walk to the front door.
She knocked.
She waved absent-mindedly at her webcam as she passed. She was sure no one was actually watching it at this time of the morning, but she stuck her tounge out at it anyway. Lucas had called her before going to bed last night, and let her know that he was going to be otherwise engaged all day. So Peyton had decided that she was going to use the day to herself to try to get some things done that she had been putting off. Her art supply drawer leered messily at her from the corner, she'd been meaning to re-organize it. And she knew that her bathroom was due to be cleaned. But one glance out her window at the gorgeous morning and she knew she wouldn't be spending the day inside. Cleaning projects were for rainy days.
A couple hours later, Peyton was dressed and driving along the streets of Tree Hill with the top of her car rolled down. She stopped in at the cafe for a cup of coffee and chatted aimably with Karen and Haley for a few minutes before setting off up the road for the record store.
She spent about an hour shuffling through the old CDs and records and left with her wallet considerably lighter. And as she got back inside the black car, she riffled through her purchases and sighed. She had one thing left to do that she knew she couldn't put off for another day. She started the car back up and pulled out of the parking lot.
She kept driving, not really hearing the new music she had just bought, until she approached Jake Jagielski's apartment. She pulled the car to the curb and turned the engine off. She sat inside the car thinking for a moment, before finally getting out and hurrying up the walk to the front door.
She knocked.