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P.S. I Love You

Peyton Sawyer turned on the radio as she sat down at her computer and waited for it to boot up. Brooke Davis, her roommate, groaned and rolled over on her bed, covering her head with the pillow.

"Turn it off," Brooke begged as 'Blood Red Tears' by Ivory Shadow blared into the room from one small box.

"Wake up, Brooke," the 20-year-old college student replied. "It's twelve-oh-five and you've been sleeping for almost twelve hours."

"So? It's a Saturday! There's no way I'm waking up before twelve-thirty on a Saturday!"

Peyton grinned as she clicked on her email icon. Brooke was about to get a huge surprise. "Alright then. I guess Lucas will just have to wait for you," she said in a singsong voice.

Brooke propped herself up on one elbow, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What are you talking about?" she demanded.

Peyton turned in her swivel chair and looked at her. "You're supposed to meet Lucas at the café in-" she paused to look at the time "-forty minutes, remember?"

"What!" Brooke shrieked. "That was today? It was supposed to be next week! You're kidding me, aren't you? This is just revenge for the time I switched your conditioner with the hair dye, isn't it!"

Peyton gingerly touched her still-red curls. "Sadly, no. You'd better hurry before you're late."

Brooke groaned again and sprang out of bed. She grabbed a blue halter top, black jeans and a silver chain belt and ran into the bathroom, sticking her tongue out at Peyton before slamming the door shut. Peyton laughed and turned back to the computer.

She had a new email, from someone named Matthew Crenshaw. She smiled. Jake's alias. She double-clicked the email. Her eyes flew over the words as she read and re-read the email a few times, absorbing every word. Her heart raced in her chest as it did every time she got an email from him.

Brooke came out of the bathroom, pausing to look at Peyton. She tossed an oversized tee shirt in her direction, startling her best friend.

"Jake's email?" Brooke teased.

"Yeah. Why?" Peyton asked, rolling her eyes at the tone in Brooke's voice.

"You had that goofy look on your face again. Have you seen my other shoe?" She held up one strappy white sandal.

Peyton shook her head. "No shoe, and no goofy face either. You've got fifteen minutes."

Brooke yelped and slipped her feet into a pair of white wedge sandals instead. She grabbed Peyton's car keys from the table and held them up. "I'm taking the car. Bye!" She took her cell phone and all but ran out the door. Peyton rolled her eyes again, watching in amusement yet unable to protest as Brooke drove off with her car. Well, she was stuck there for the day.

DJ Tony's voice snapped her back to the dorm. "And next we have the debut single form a new artist who looks set to win the ladies' hearts with his soulful voice and love ballads. Here's Matthew Crenshaw with 'P.S. I love you'. Enjoy."

No way. Peyton turned up the volume and moved closer to the radio.

"Another day, another week,
another month, another year gone by"

It sounded a lot like Jake. But why would he go public? Peyton was sure he hadn't forgotten about Nikki.

"Once again I walked away
Didn't give you a chance to say goodbye."

Peyton's breath caught. She closed her eyes and listened to the words.

"Gave you time, gave you space
Gave you wings just to see you fly
Did I know? Did I see?
Did I care about the tears in your eyes?
But now it's too late.
It can't be too late.

And I need you
Right here by my side
You need a place
That you can run to and hide
A couple of things here
That I still gotta say:
I miss you
I need you
And P.S. I love you.

Another chance to take it all back
And start things afresh with you
To say the things I never said
And do the things I never got to do
Please say I can take it back
Please say you'll take me back

And I need you
Right here by my side
You need a place
That you can run to and hide
A couple of things here
That I still gotta say:
I need you
I miss you
And P.S. I love you

Saw you shine in the photograph
And I penned a thousand words
Your memory lives in me
And I won't forget how you hurt

And I need you
Right here by my side
You need a place
That you can run to and hide
A couple of things here
That I still gotta say:
I need you
I miss you
And P.S. I love you…"

"And that was Matthew Crenshaw with 'P.S. I love you'." Once again Tony's voice brought Peyton back to reality.

She opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred. She raised a hand to wipe away the tears and realized her face was damp. She'd been crying. She turned off the radio, and the dorm room lapsed into silence. Her thoughts drifted back to the song. Something told her Jake had written it for her.

A tiny 'ding' came from her computer. Peyton turned back towards it. A window had popped up on the screen. 'MattC has just signed in.' Peyton clicked on it, and an IM window opened up.

TorturedArtist: hey
TorturedArtist: you there?
Matt C: hey:)
MattC: yeah I am
MattC: how are you?
TorturedArtist: I'm great. How are you and jenny?
MattC: great too
MattC: jen says hi
MattC: ashgafhghghdeg

Peyton raised an eyebrow.

TorturedArtist?
MattC: sorry that was jen

Peyton grinned.

TorturedArtist: explains a lot
TorturedArtist: so I heard a song on the radio today
MattC: don't tell me it was ivory shadow again!
MattC: they can't sing at all!
TorturedArtist: that too lol
MattC: so what was it then?
TorturedArtist: P.S. I love you by a new artist named Matthew Crenshaw
TorturedArtist: know anything about it?

Over in Savannah, Jake smiled. She heard his song. He looked at Jenny. "You know what, princess?"

"What?" three-year-old Jenny asked through a mouthful of chocolate ice cream.

"Peyton heard our song." Then, as an afterthought, he added, "And swallow before you speak."

Jenny grinned and swallowed. "Which one, Daddy?"

Jake reached out and ruffled her brown hair. "The one on the radio this morning."

Jenny thought for a moment. "That one's my fave-wit."

Jake smiled. "Mine too."

A beep came from the computer. Jake turned his attention back to it.

TorturedArtist: jaaaaaaaaaaaaake…...
MattC: peyyyyyyyyyyton……
TorturedArtist: finally!
TorturedArtist: where'd you go?
MattC: sorry
MattC: talking to jenny
TorturedArtist: so what do you know about the song, MATTHEW CRENSHAW?
MattC: alright alright OFFICER PEYTON

Back in the dormitory in Tree Hill College, Peyton grinned even as her heart fluttered. Now she'd know if she was right about the song.

MattC: I wrote it
TorturedArtist: and?
MattC: and I sang it
TorturedArtist: and?
MattC: and…
MattC: I recorded it and sent the demo to a record exec
TorturedArtist: you mean…?
MattC: XD
MattC: I got a record deal
TorturedArtist: omg!
TorturedArtist: jake that's wonderful!

Jake grinned. "What 'appened?" Jenny asked, propping her elbows on his lap.

"Peyton's proud of us," he replied, picking her up and setting her on his lap.

"Can I talk to Auntie Peyton?" Jenny's eyes were wide. She knew Daddy couldn't resist them.

Jake hesitated. "Why not?"

Peyton's cell phone rang. She picked it up, frowning at the unfamiliar number on the screen. She hit the green button and held the phone up to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hey." Jake's voice came over the phone, sending tingles down her spine and butterflies to her stomach.

"J-Jake?" she stammered in disbelief.

"Yeah. Jenny wanted to talk to you."

"Oh." So he didn't call to talk to her. "Um, put her on then."

She heard the phone being exchanged, then heard a soft breathing.

"Hello?" came a small voice.

"Jenny? Hey, how are you?" Peyton smiled.

"Hi Auntie Peyton. I'm fine. How are you?"

And the conversation continued until Brooke came back with Lucas and a bag of chocolates…

A/N: Yes, I know the ending's weak, but look out for the second part of the story:)