Lucas parked his car outside of Peyton's house. He took a deep breath as he reached her door, questioning himself if coming to see her was the right thing to do at the moment. He lifted his right fist and knocked on the door. In a few moments Peyton appeared in the doorway. "Hey Luke." She said softly.

Lucas looked at her briefly and then glanced down. He hated seeing her like this. Her eyes were red and puffy, a sign that she had been crying. "Hey." He said, matching her soft tone.

"I'm sorry." She said as she continued to stand in the doorway. "For last week, and blaming everything on you."

Lucas nodded his head slowly. "You don't need to apologies to me." He said with a smile.

She smiled back at him, but it wasn't her usual smile, it was a weak one. "You want to come in?" she asked as she stepped aside, giving him room to walk past her. She shut the door behind him and followed him into the living room of the house.

Lucas glanced around at everything that surrounded him. There were cardboard boxes everywhere. "What's going on with the boxes?

"I haven't unpacked yet." She stated as she sat down on the couch.

"Unpacked?" he asked as he tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"Yeah…I never officially moved in with Jake. I just kinda always spent the night." She bit her bottom lip lightly as she said his name. "I wasn't going to move in until after the wedding." Warm tears began to stream down her face, but she turned away from Lucas, trying to hide them.

"Hey…" he said as he sat next to her, pulling her into a comforting hug. "You're going to be okay."

"Am I Luke? Because it sure doesn't seem like it!" she buried her face into his chest as the tears began to pour out of her eyes. "I just don't understand why. I don't get it, why did he have to leave me like this?" she pulled away from his hug and looked around the room. Everything on the tables, the shelves, all of the furniture, it was all Jake's. "I'm not ready to let go of everything."

Lucas stared at her; she was now sitting a couple feet away from him. "I know, I understand." He didn't have anything else to say, so he just sat with her, in silence, until his phone began to ring. "I'm sorry." He spoke lightly to her as he dug the phone out of his pocket. He looked down at the screen, it was Brooke. "Hey." He said as he flipped it open. "No…now isn't a good time, I can't. I'm with Peyton." Lucas closed his eyes and cursed at himself as he said her name, knowing it was going to upset Brooke. "We are just talking Brooke." He paused, listening to her angry voice. "No! Stop being so paranoid. Yeah okay sure, bye." He hung up and placed his phone down on the coffee table that sat in front of the couch.

"She doesn't seem to like me much, hm?" Peyton allowed a small laugh to escape her, causing Lucas to smile at her.

"No…Its not that she doesn't like you she just…I don't know." Lucas leaned back and he then to began to laugh.

"I don't know what to do Luke." Peyton said as she stared out into empty space. "Haley won't move in with me. And I know you're going to think I'm crazy for saying this, but I want to live here, in this house. I'm just not ready to let go of this piece of him."

"I don't think you're crazy." Lucas stated in a comforting voice. "I know what you mean." Lucas paused for a moment as a past memory came back to him. "When I was in high school my uncle died. I was really close to him. He was the most inspiring person in my life, and all in one day he was gone. I used to sleep in his old apartment some nights, for about a month…until someone rented out the apartment, and then it was gone." Lucas turned and looked at Peyton, but she failed to make eye contact with him. "You have all of the time you need, you have no one rushing you out of this place."

She nodded her head. "I'm sorry." When Lucas looked at her in confusion she smiled again. "For your uncle."

Moments had passed, and neither of them said anything. Peyton enjoyed to company of another person, but yet she loved that they could just sit there in silence, without feeling awkward. "It's kinda funny." She started as she turned and looked at him once again. "I have known you for a long time Lucas, and I am still learning more about you everyday. It's just kinda funny how you can think you know someone so well, but yet there are still so many missing pieces to their puzzle."

Lucas nodded in agreement. He knew exactly what she meant; it was how he felt about her. He knew a lot about her, after all he had known her for five years, but she still continued to remain a mystery to him. Lucas then stood up, and so did she. "I better go." He said looking at her. "Brooke wants me to have dinner with her, and she will be really upset if I stay any longer."

Lucas walked to the front door, Peyton following him. He opened to door and stepped outside. He began to walk away, but then turned to face her once more. "Hey Peyt…if you ever need anything, just let me know? Okay? I am here for you; I want you to know that."

Peyton smiled that weak smile once again and took a few steps closer to him. "Thanks Luke." She wrapped her arms around him, cherishing that last moment of comfort.

Lucas kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'll check on you tomorrow, kay?"

Peyton nodded her head and waved at him as he got in his car and drove away.