Summary: The mug slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor, breaking on contact. With every word she read her eyes widened and her complexion paled. One thought resounded in Peyton's head. "This is not happening."
Disclaimer: I don't own the show One Tree Hill or its characters.
Peyton stumbled her way out of the bedroom of her Los Angeles apartment as an aroma of coffee filled the air. Still groggy she ran her hands through her disheveled bed hair, a small yawn escaping her lips.
Making her way to the kitchen she tied her bathrobe up, silently thanking whoever invented programmable coffee pots. It sure made things easier; she was not a morning person.
She searched through the cupboards; grabbing a favorite mug of hers, she poured the hot liquid into it. After adding sugar and cream Peyton turned around and leaned back against the counter taking a sip.
Her eyes closed for a few seconds, and she sighed softly waiting for the caffeine to take effect. A second cup and twenty minutes later she was finally awake and some what ready to start her day.
Averting her gaze to the living room she caught the blinking red light of the answering machine. It was then that she remembered after getting home last night, she hadn't bothered to check her messages. Between work and being dragged around by friends, she had been busy.
The mug still in hand she slowly made her way into the living room and pressed the button on the machine; waiting for beep sound to pass.
"Hey P. Sawyer it's me, just checking to see how you're doing. So I know you're still probably out, but its eastern time here and I need my beauty sleep" Brooke's voice sounded nervous and Peyton looked at the machine confused as she continued to speak.
"Any way, I was wondering if you had checked your mail uh… call me when you do bye."
"Check my mail," she mouthed to herself frowning as she waited for the next message to play.
"Hi Peyton it us Nathan and Haley" There was scoffing in the background that was coming from Haley.
"What?"
"Nathan I'm sure she knows our voices by now, you don't have to say all that," she pointed out.
She was pretty sure that Nathan was rolling his eyes after that comment.
"As I was saying-"he started his tone annoyed.
"You weren't saying anything just introducing us."
"If you'd let me finish."
Peyton laughed at the couple's childish antics; she missed Tree Hill, she missed her friends, and she missed- no she would not go there.
"Fine I won't say anything. Go… speak" she demanded.
"We just wanted to know if you were alright umm call us soon will you? By the way, have you gotten any interesting mail lately- ow, Haley!"
"You were supposed to be subtle! That's not subtle," she hissed attempting to whisper.
"Yeah because elbowing me in the stomach and yelling into the phone where Peyton can hear is helping so much," he muttered sarcastically. "Besides she's going to find out eventually."
"What are you guys doing," There was another voice in the background and Peyton's heart stopped. "Lucas" the name slipped off her lips before she could stop it.
"Uh nothing" they declared in unison. The message ended instantly after that.
"That was extremely weird" she thought still perplexed. What the heck was going on, that was the second time someone had mentioned her mail. Had one of her friends sent her something? If that was the case then why hadn't they divulged more? Why had they been so cryptic?
Going over to the couch she sat down, diving toward the stack of letters that resided on the coffee table. She sorted through them after putting her cup down.
"Bill, bill, bill" she muttered bored tossing them aside until she came across a creamed color envelope. Not bothering to find out who had sent it, she neatly tore it open, pulling out a piece of paper and medium size card.
Barely giving it a second glance she picked up her coffee again; holding the mug to her lips she gave the letter her full attention.
The mug slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor, breaking on contact. With every word she read her eyes widened and her complexion paled. One thought resounded in Peyton's head. "This is not happening."
Oh but it was and poof was staring her right in the face on light lavender paper.
You are formally invited
to the wedding celebration of
Leah Winthrop
&
Lucas Scott,
Lucas was getting married, her ex was getting married, and that absolutely sucked.
Author's Note: I hope you guys liked this first chapter. I figured I owed you guys a story since I'm still re editing and making changes to my other ones. Please Review!