Peyton sat on her bed sketching out yet another drawing. The difference in this one, however, was that it was missing the usual angst. Instead, it was of her and Lucas laying in each others arms with the words "Now we can have it." across the top. It had been one month since she told Brooke that she still had feelings for Lucas. It had been one month of dealing with the wrath of her best friend. It had also been one month that she had confessed her feelings to Lucas, only to find out he felt the same way. So much can happen in one month.

Lost in the sounds of Jack's Mannequin and in the world of her art, she didn't hear the footsteps approach her bedroom. Lucas leaned against the doorway and watched in silence as the girl he loved continued her drawing. He would never get over how everytime he saw her his breath caught in his throat. He loved her from the first time they spoke when he fixed her car that day. And now, she was really his. It was a thought he still couldn't get his head around.

He finally decided to let his presence be know with a simple clearing of the throat. Startled out of her thoughts, Peyton jumped and spun around to face the door. Her look of panic quickly turned to one of joy when she saw the blonde at her door.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked with a smile.

"Oh just long enough to admire the girl I love enjoying happiness." Lucas said as he stepped in the room.

Putting her sketch pad down, Peyton stood from her bed to get closer to Lucas.

"Well, in that case, I could consider you a stalker. Ya know, you shouldn't sneak up on a poor helpless girl when she's in her room." she said as she pulled him closer to her.

"Stalker, huh? Well, if that's what you think I guess I shouldn't be telling you all the thoughts running through my head right now. Someone could say they would sound too much for a poor helpless girl." he said as his lips moved to hers.

Closing the gap, Peyton slowly begain to kiss Lucas. The kiss started out slow and gentle, but quickly grew to one of passion as the two blondes couldn't seem to get enough of the other.

"Well, I'm not all that helpless. And I would love to hear those thoughts. Who knows, we might even be able to act some of them out." Peyton's whispered with a husky voice.

Taking Lucas by the hand, she lead him to her bed where she pulled him down with her to resume the heavy make out session. Lucas stated to slowly kiss her lips before his mouth traveled to her jaw and then her neck. Hearing her gasp in pleasure only made him smirk against the silky, smooth curve of her neck. He started moving lower, kissing her collarbone, before gently tugging at the hem of her shirt. Caught in the pleasure, Peyton quickly grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head to reveal a black bra. Discarding the shirt on the floor, she then tugged at Lucas's shirt to tell him she wanted the same thing.

Lucas was more than happy to oblige as he sat up long enough to remove his shirt as well. Tossing it in the same spot as Peyton's, he quickly leaned back down to continue his assault on Peyton's neck. Nibbling and kissing his way lower, he had just reached the smoothness of her stomach when he felt the familiar vibration in his pocket. Groaning outloud, his eyes met Peyton's as if asking her what he should do.

"Go ahead and answer it. But be quick. I want to finish this mister." she said with a smirk.

Sitting up, Lucas fished his phone from his pocket. The caller id flashed "Brooke".

"It's Brooke." he said, looking to Peyton.

Sighing, Peyton nodded. She knew that Brooke was still pissed at her. But having her talk to Lucas was better than not knowing if she was ok. No matter what the brunette thought of her, Peyton would always consider Brooke to be her best friend.

Bracing himself for the call, Lucas flipped open his phone.

"Hello." he said.

"Lucas?" Brooke's voice asked.

"Yeah, Brooke. It's me. Are you ok?' He asked. He could tell by her voice that something was up.

"Um...ya know what? This was a bad idea. Sorry to bother you." she said quietly.

"No, Brooke, wait. You know I'm here for you if something is wrong. So talk to me."

At those words Peyton began to search for her shirt. She knew that from the sounds of it neither of them would feel up to continueing the previous activities. She smiled at Lucas as she slipped her shirt over her head. He gave her an apologitic look and she just nodded to let him know it was ok. She knew he was in love with her and she also knew that Lucas Scott was always going to be the caring person he was now. It's one of the things that made her fall more in love with him each day.

Pointing to the door, she silently let him know she would be downstairs. Nodding, he resumed his converstation with Brooke.

"It's nothing. I just needed someone to talk to and your number is the first one I called. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I don't think I can talk to anyone else about this. Do you mind if we met up? Just as friends ok?" Brooke talked as if she was broken.

"Of course. Let me just go tell Pey..."He stopped in mid sentence. He wasn't sure if telling Brooke that he was with Peyton was the best thing to do.

"It's ok Luke. I know you're with Peyton. Just let her know so she doesn't worry. I'll meet you at the River Court in say 30 mins?" she asked.

"Sounds great. I'll be there." Lucas said as he hung up the phone.

Sighing, Lucas wasn't sure what to think of the phone call. Somewhere deep down he knew that this night was only going to get more interesting. Question was, how much was it going to change things?