Hey guys! I decided to redo my storyline. I hope you enjoy it.

I know this Chapter is a little shorter than usual, but I promise you'll love it.

Standing there, Peyton's mouth stood agape as she looked at the man in front of her. Shock invaded her body and numbness took control, making it hard to speak. Her skinny, pale arms wrapped around his neck as she thrusted herself upon him in a warm embrace.

"Jake!" She bellowed as small beaded tears of happiness flowed down her also pale cheeks. "What are you doing here? I've missed you."

Pulling away from his strong hold in the hug they shared, a bright and vibrant smile flew across her cheeks as she backed up and leaned against the frame of the door.

Jake's smile grew bigger. Just knowing she was just as excited and anxious as he was to see her thrilled him more than anything. Not really thinking of what to say, the first thing that came to mind is what escaped his lips, making the room fill with a never ending silence.

"I love you, Peyton." He slipped out, before realizing what he told her. His faced turned a bright red, and his body shook from the nervousness of what to expect. The room was still and an awkward silence still lingered. Peyton's smiled faded, as she fixed her eyes on his, never looking away.

"Don't joke with me, Jake," she pleaded, moving herself off the door frame, and backwards into the house. She cocked her head to the side, before letting a sigh escape the thin lips that quivered. "It took you until now to realize that?"

He let his head fall, as he lowered his head, slowly nodding in agreement to her feeble words. Opening his mouth, he tried to put in his own thoughts, but her malicious words filled the atmosphere as she maneuvered herself to the stairway and sat down on the first step, her eyes still fixed on him.

"You have no idea how much pain and hurt you put me through, Jake. I came home that night and cried for days. Jake, you can't just show up at my door and expect my forgiveness, and then on top of that expect me to come back to you. It just doesn't work like that."

Letting his eyes wonder, he let the venomous words sting him until he couldn't take it no more. Jake took a step closer to her, creeping his hands into his pocket, Peyton backed up, crawling backwards so she was a few steps higher.

"Peyton, please," he pleaded reaching an inviting hand out to her. At that moment he just wanted to sweep her up and never let go, but impossible was the word that filled his head. "You don't know how much it hurt me to see you leave, Peyton." Jake lowered his hand, once again stuffing it into the denim pocket. "If you don't think I'm hurting then you're terribly wrong. Hearing you say that you loved Lucas, hit me like a ton of bricks. At first I thought it was a moment of clarity and it would help me move on and away from what I knew I couldn't have but instead it seemed to fog my mind. I mean how do you think I felt? You don't think I was upset? Well, this may come as a shocker to you but when I couldn't marry you because of that, inside it tore me apart."

Peyton shook her head from side to side, thinking that if maybe she shook her head hard enough, memories would escape, leaving her in less pain. She felt with every word he spoke to her the sorrow and hurt dripping from them. Inside her stomach rapidly twirled with butterflies. Yes, she still loved Jake, but she knew it could never be between them. Every time she let her guard down around him, he left her in the dust. This time she wasn't going to let him in; she didn't want the past to relive itself. He always left. He may say that someday he will come back, but coming back always only seemed to last a few days.

Letting her eyes trail up to meet Jake's, Peyton brought her hand to her forehead, comprehending every word.

"Jake, please just do what you do best and leave before you break my heart again."

"No, Peyton. I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving this time. I'm here for good, because unlike you, I'm tired of hiding from my real feelings. I love you, Peyton. I really do."

Her eyes filled with tears, as she searched his, hoping to see he was hurting too. Not that she wanted to see him hurt, but to see if with every word he said there was truth behind it.

"I'm sure you do, and I do too, but…"

Jake searched into her eyes as he moved closer to her, squatting down in front of her, his hands in hers.

"But what?"

"Jake, I don't have time for this." She simply stated as she stood up, running her hands on her dress, fixing any flaws. Quickly walking to the living room, Peyton sat down on the couch, slipping her aching feet out of the heels she was wearing. She was far from a girly girl, so heals were definitely not a normal thing to wear.

Looking over at Jake, who was still sitting on the steps, Peyton frowned upon herself as she watched him. She knew inside he was hurt, and she was the one causing it. His head rested into his hands as he leaned against his knees. Peyton trembled as she watched him sitting there alone, hurt.

Placing her shoes by the edge of the couch, she stood up and walked over to Jake, slowly putting one foot in front of the other. With every step, her stomach twirled more. But when she was right in front of him, it seemed to go away. He always made her feel safe and free of worries.

She held onto the flow of her dress as she sat down next to him, leaning her head on his broad shoulders, running her hands through his hair.

"Sorry," she softly whispered in his ear as she kissed his neck. "I don't know what came over me. I mean, you came all the way here for me. I shouldn't be selfish."

Jake pulled his face out of his hands and looked over at her, slightly curious at her change in moods. Turning towards her, he placed a hand on her cheek, staring deeply into her eyes. Letting his head lower, closer to hers, Jake leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against hers, before their lips pressed against each other in a passionate manner. Their lips parted as they let their tongues dance to their own rhythm; their matching heartbeats.

"Peyton!" A husky, yet refined voice yelled out, causing their kiss to part. There in the open doorway stood Lucas.