So sadly, I'm deciding to end this story. I just haven't felt the passion for it anymore, and quite frankly, I'm not sure where it would lead anymore. So thank you for all your amazing reviews and support with this story, I really did love it, but just don't see it continuing anymore. So without further ado…
Chapter 15
"Good morning beautiful" Nathan whispered into her ear. She sleepily opened her eyes, and immediately screamed. Nathan began to laugh hysterically.
"What the hell?" she questioned once she regained control of herself.
Nathan slipped off the werewolf mask he had put on. "Happy Halloween" he smiled at her.
She pretended to act pissed off, but soon cuddled back up next to him. "Do you know what band is playing tonight?" she questioned.
"No, I assumed you would know."
She shook her head. "Peyton hasn't told me yet." Nathan wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him. She sprawled her left arm over his bare chest. "You know, we could just stay here all night." She smiled seductively. "I know a few things we could do for fun."
"Oh do you?" he asked as she giggled. "Well as great as that would be, I think Peyton and Lucas would be pretty upset if we didn't show up tonight." He reasoned as she groaned in disappointment. "Maybe we can leave early" he offered.
"Okay" she rolled her eyes, as she kissed him tenderly before heading to the shower.
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Peyton finished up the final touches of her costume just as Lucas walked into her bedroom. She immediately tried to hide it from his view.
"Why can't I see?" he pouted, plopping down on her bed.
"I want it to be a surprise Lucas Scott" she said as she hid the costume in her closet, and joined her boyfriend on her bed. She greeted him sweetly with a kiss.
"But you know what I'm going as" he continued, unsatisfied with his defeat.
"That's because you asked me what you should wear" she giggled. "It's kind of hard to not know the costume when you helped pick it out."
He rolled his eyes. "I guess." She smiled at his child like behavior. "Do you know what Brooke and Nathan's costumes are?"
"No idea. Although Brooke did ask if I had a vintage cigarette holder." Peyton smiled as Lucas gave a hint of interest. "It's Brooke Davis. She's capable of anything."
"True." He nodded his head in approval. "So who's playing tonight?" he asked.
Peyton took her gaze to the floor. Everyone wanted to know who was performing tonight. Everyone expected her to get this amazing band to perform.
"Peyton, what's the matter?" Lucas asked concerned.
"Nothing" she sighed, mustering up a smile. "I just want it to be a surprise as well." She reasoned.
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Brooke completed her ensemble with a knotted pearl necklace that fell upon her figure with ease. She stood back to look at herself in the mirror and admire her costume. Draped across her frame was a black sheer dress that bore thousands of little strings that hung from the cloth. When she twirled, the strings would move easily around her. She wore her hair in a braided bun that fit the look of a 1920s flapper she was trying hard to be. Complete with her old fashioned cigarette holder, and black stilettos, Brooke Davis was ready for an unforgettable evening.
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Brooke refused to tell him what she was dressing as. But he also knew that if he didn't match her, she would be highly disappointed. So it was his job to figure out what she planned on dressing up as, and then prayed that she would undoubtedly like his costume as well.
Nathan hated dressing up, especially in costumes. He thought them to utterly ridiculous and foolish. But for some reason, he was looking forward to tonight. He wanted to please Brooke and dress to match her costume. But seeing as he had no idea what she was going as, he then turned to his heart. He searched for a meaningful costume, one that would ultimately win Brooke's heart for sure. Once the idea came to him, he tried to brush it away, fear that he would look ridiculous in it. But the image of Brooke liking his idea overruled his own thoughts of embarrassment.
He finished his outfit by adding a red feather to his green felt cap. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked childish and absurd. Nathan Scott would never caught dead in this costume. But he wasn't doing it for himself, he was doing it for Brooke.
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Lucas added a pair of aviators to his costume, completing the look of person of the mob. His hair was spray painted black, and slicked back for the 1940s feel. He was doting a black pinstriped suite, with a matching pair of black Doc Martins. He was hoping that Peyton was going to be something dark, something that reflected her art, and that is why he went with the mob theme.
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Peyton was satisfied with how her costume had come out. She had wanted it to be perfect, settling for nothing less. She normally wouldn't have picked this type of outfit, but she was feeling the need to impress Lucas with a costume that would show off her assets. As she glanced at herself in her mirror, she thought she looked out of character, but she knew that Lucas would appreciate it.
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The foursome had decided to arrive solo, to heighten the suspense of each of their costumes. Lucas was the first to arrive at Tric, and he greeted his mom as he walked in. She couldn't believe that her son could pull off a look of a "mobster" but that was the beauty of Halloween. You could be anyone you wanted to be. Lucas wasn't exactly sure why he had chosen the costume he did. Being in the mob was never something he actually wanted to do. But the thought of being someone who could live their lives two different ways impressed him. During the day he could be the person everyone else wanted him to be, while during the night, he could slip away to the inner persona that lived inside of him.
He leaned up against the bar when he noticed Brooke walk in, clad in her flapper costume. He smiled as she returned the gesture with her famous dimpled smile.
"I guess we're the first ones here." She sighed, leaning against the bar next to him. Lucas nodded in agreement.
"You look beautiful B. Davis" he said, eyeing her up and down. Brooke had chosen to be a flapper because she loved their carefree attitude. These women would dress up and go to these lavishing parties, only to go home and begin the same thing the next day. Most weren't interested in commitment or relationships. They simply wanted to have fun. In a way, Brooke wanted to shed this image of herself. She used to want to have fun all the time and not care about anything. But with Nathan, things were different. She cared about him immensely, and wanted to make sure that she could be everything for him.
"Why thank you Mr. Scott. You don't look too bad yourself" she winked. "So do you know who Peyton got to perform?" she questioned.
"No clue. She won't budge on the issue." He smiled.
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After a few minutes of small talk, Peyton was the next to come in. She saw Brooke and Lucas talking by the bar, and quickly ducked away to the back where the band was getting ready.
"Hey. Um, will you be ready to go on by 9?" she asked.
"Of course Blondie" his arrogant voice rang through the room. She hated the fact that he was the performer tonight. But quite frankly, no one else was available at such late notice. So she settled with the devil, figuring it would be better than not having a band at all.
"Great" she finished.
"So what exactly are you dressed as?" he questioned, looking at her costume.
"Marilyn Monroe" she blushed. This was definitely not a normal P. Sawyer outfit. But she knew how much Lucas liked old movies and such, so the idea of going as a vintage actress to impress Lucas was a good enough reason for her to do it. With that, she quickly left the room and made her way over to her boyfriend and best friend.
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"Peyton your costume is amazing" Brooke squealed immediately upon noticing her blonde friend. "I never would have pictured you wearing something like it, but it's gorgeous" she reasoned. The white dress had a long v-neck cut, with simple straps. It flowed to just below her knees. Peyton had topped the outfit off by applying a fresh coat of ruby red lipstick to her usually pale lips.
She blushed at her friend's comment before turning to Lucas. "What do you think?"
"I think you look stunning" he smiled before leaning down and giving her a kiss. "But can I ask you something…" he began before many people began to laugh. All three of them looked at the object of everyone's snickers. Brooke covered her mouth with her hand as she gasped. Both Peyton and Lucas couldn't help but let out a few chuckles as well.
Nathan slowly made his way through the laughing crowd to his girlfriend. "So…" he began. "Apparently my costume's a comedy" he smiled, trying to get rid of his nerves.
Brooke continued to stare at him. He was in green tights, with brown leather shoes. His costume was simply a piece of green felt that was cut and pinned to drape across him perfectly. On top of his head sat a green felt hat with a red feather in it, and on his back was a bow and some arrows. "Nathan" she grinned. "I don't know what to say."
"How about thank you. I mean yeah this thing is comfy and all, but this is definitely not for my own enjoyment." He sighed.
"But why?" she questioned.
"Remember when you told me what your favorite story was?" she nodded. "You told me that your favorite story was Robin Hood because you wished you could be someone half as great as him. He did things so selflessly, only caring about those in need. I know I look ridiculous, but I did this for you." He smiled.
She didn't say anything. Instead, she answered him by collapsing in his arms, and kissing him tenderly. Nathan hugged her tightly as he could taste her strawberry lip gloss.
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"Alright Tree Hill. Give it up for Chris Keller." Peyton announced on stage as the audience burst into applause; except for a certain trio standing in the back.
"Did she just say…" Brooke began.
"Yup" Lucas added.
Nathan continued to stare as Chris walked onto the state and began his first song. Peyton rejoined the group, immediately noticing their expressions.
"I'm sorry guys. There was really no one else."
"Peyt you could have gotten a marching band and they would have been a better choice" Brooke said.
"Trust me, I don't like the guy either. But this place still needs to make money. And something tells me that a marching band just wouldn't cut it." Peyton added.
Brooke turned to Nathan. "Do you want to go outside for a little?"
"Sure" he nodded and followed her outside.
"Just ignore him Nate. He's not worth your time."
"I know Brooke. Surprisingly I'm not mad. I'm just confused."
"What do you mean?"
"Well first off, she's not here with him. That could mean a lot of things." He reasoned. "Secondly, I'm confused as to why I'm not mad, nor upset, nor bothered by his return." He looked at her hazel eyes and her worried expression on her face. "I think this realization of feelings just proves it."
"Proves what?"
"That I am completely over her Brooke." He smiled. "And more importantly, I'm complete and utterly in love with you" he finished as he leaned in and kissed her. She deepened the kiss, while he cupped her face in his hands.
"Nathan I can't explain to you how much this costume means to me" she whispered, breaking apart momentarily. "But right now, I'd rather not see it" she winked. He knew immediately what she wanted. Nathan put one arm around the back of neck, and then knelt to pick up her legs in his other arm. She giggled in delight as he carried her to the car.
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Once the night ended, Peyton finished the last details of cleaning as Lucas waited for her at the bar. "So Miss Monroe, why did you decide to appear tonight?" he smiled.
Peyton walked over to him and sat on his lap. "Because I thought you would like it." She smiled. "I know you love old movies and such, so I thought going as an old actress would impress you. Plus, I think I look hot." She laughed.
"Well that is most certainly true." He smiled, leaning in and kissing her. "You did good tonight Peyt. Don't worry about Nathan, I'm sure he's just fine with Brooke" he added.
"I know. I just…" she was cut off by his lips again.
"You talk too much" he winked before pulling her in closer and deepening the kiss.
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Nathan laid her down gently on top of the bed. He scanned her up and down, noticing every curve and beauty. "Did I mention you looked unbelievable tonight?"
She smiled up at him as he removed his hat. "Mr. Robin Hood…" she began. "I am a poor needy girl who just needs you to help her"
"I think I have just the thing you need" he eyed her erotically.
"Why Mr. Robin Hood, I do believe that was a sexual innuendo. I think you just passed your G rating" she giggled as he leaned down and kissed her. She began to remove his costume, as he did hers. He paused, taking in her magnificent beauty; the way the corners of her mouth curled into a smile, the way her eyes sparkled in any amount of light, the way her skin felt warm at every touch.
"I love you" he whispered, stroking the side of face.
She smiled endearingly, "I love you too." She breathed as his lips covered hers.