The final buzzer sounded, but the ball was still soaring through the air. The crowd went silent and there was a charge of electricity in the air. The ball swished through the net and the crowd went wild. A gorgeous blonde boy sank to his knees and disappeared in the swarm of his teammates. There were cheerleaders in the mix too. The Tree Hill Ravens had finally won the long coveted State Championship. Confetti fell around them; raining down as they celebrated the long awaited victory. A girl with curly blonde hair and a cheerleading outfit stood to the side of the chaos, eyes closed and a smile on her beautiful face. Her palms were turned upwards, catching the confetti that rained down. Her thoughts were on that one boy who had made the one shot that had won the Ravens the game. The boy who had captured her heart that one time she had almost hit him with her car. Oh, how she loved him. Oh, how she wished he felt the same.

That same blonde boy was being congratulated on making the shot and winning the game for the Ravens. However, his eyes kept returning to the girl standing on the outside of it all. The one he had just realized he loved desperately.

"Luke!" Brooke Davis, the stunning brunette girl, who happened to be the captain of the cheer squad, squealed as she ran over to Lucas Scott and threw herself into a hug.

"Brooke! Hey!" He shouted, laughing and hugging her back.

"Congratulations! This is so amazing!" She smiled at him, but she noticed she did not have his attention. His gaze had returned to the blonde-haired girl.

"This is a dream come true. So who do you want standing next to you?" Lucas looked over again, then back at Brooke.

She gave him a squeeze and then let go. "Go! Hurry!" He smiled at her and then turned towards the girl. He paused and turned. "Thanks Brooke."

She nodded at him, smiling, trying not to let it show that her heart was breaking.

She watched him walk away from her and to the girl who had once been her best friend. Peyton Sawyer.

Peyton still had her eyes closed. She was imagining a perfect world. The one where Lucas would walk up to her, take her in his arms, and tell her he loved her. However, that would not happen because the world was not perfect. Peyton knew that, so why couldn't she stop herself from wishing and hoping?

She heard her name being called by an all too familiar voice. Lucas Scott. Her heart sped up. The boy she loved and would always love. He was striding towards her, pushing his way through the crowd, a determined look on his face.

"Hey Lucas." Peyton yelled over the roar of voices.

"Peyton!" He yelled back, making his way through the sea of people as fast as he possibly could. When he finally reached her, she hugged him, not wanting to let go. His arms felt so right around her.

"Congratulations! This is so surreal!"

"Thank you. It is pretty amazing isn't it?" Lucas said, his arms lingering on her slim waist. He unwillingly let go as she stepped back, taking in her undeniable beauty.

"Well," she paused, "I'll be seeing you."

She used the same words he had used after his victory in the showdown between half-brother Nathan Scott. He smiled as he remembered and she began to walk away. He stood there, watching her go. She was about two feet away before she heard his voice again.

"Hey Peyton! It's you." He said.

She turned around. "What?"

"When all my dreams come true, the one I want next to me… It's you. It's you Peyton."

She froze. She couldn't believe her own ears. He had finally told her just what she had always wanted to hear. All her dreams seemed possible now. Peyton ran towards him and he scooped her up in his arms, spun her around, and gave her a kiss that took her breath away. In that moment, she knew what total and complete happiness was. And she never wanted it to go away.