Brooke woke up at 6:00 A.M., groggily lifting her head off of Lucas's shoulder. "Hey, Luke? Wake up, we slept on the couch all night."

"What? Oh…alright. This is me, getting up," he mumbled as he tried desperately to drift off back to sleep.

"Luke?" Brook asked, knowing that there was no time like the present for her question.

"What's up super-mom?"

"Do you really love Lindsey? Or are you just trying to hide from getting your heart broken with Peyton again?"

Lucas was suddenly as alert as if he had consumed an entire bag of Lindsey's favorite chocolate-covered espresso beans. "I love Lindsey, Brooke. You of all people should understand that! I can't believe that you, of all people is here trying to counsel me about relationships!"

"Luke, I'm sorry, but you're killing Peyton with the choice you've made, and I just want to know that, if she has to be tortured like this, it's for the right reasons, not because you're too stupid and…guyish! to follow your heart back to her." After pausing for a moment to collect her self, Brooke quickly gathered both her sketches and Angie's things, moving towards the door. "I know you won't stay angry with me, Luke…and I thought that it would be worth a fight to know that you're make a decision that won't leave you angry with yourself. I'll go." She quickly left the house, hurrying home to prepare for the Macy's meeting.

As Lucas moved about Tree Hill that day, trying to find a place where he could concentrate on his new novel, Brooke's words kept swirling through his head. "Follow your heart…Do you really love Lindsey?...Are you just trying to hide?" Finally, he decided that enough was enough; he was going to go find Lindsey and prove his feelings for her, once and for all.

When he arrived in New York, Lucas took the first cab he could find straight to Lindsey's office, barging through the hallways and into her office.
"Lucas, what are you-"

He cut her off abruptly as he swept her into the single most incredible kiss of her life. She felt as if she could live and die, contently, in his arms, at that moment.

Lucas's head was also spinning, but, rather than feeling a rush of pure and undiluted ecstasy, all he could do was compare this safe, comfortable pleasure to the sense of completeness, of fire and ice and wind and water storming through his body, that he felt when it was Peyton in his arms. The two sensations were truly…incomparable.

When he finally broke the kiss, Lindsey looked up at him, praying for another declaration of his undying love.

A/N: Once again, I hope you guys liked it! Please R & R, don't be gentle just 'cause I'm a newbie!