Hello, so I appreciate all the wonderful reviews and I'm really happy that you guys love this story. But I have seen the other negative reviews. Honestly, I don't give a shit. :). LOL, I write because I love writing and bringing these characters back to life. In my opinion, Brucas should have lastest, they were the perfect couple. They loved each other and they balanced each other out. Lucas taught Brooke to be herself, and somehow he changed her life and she changed his. So, with that being said. If you don't like my damn stories, don't read them. I will always be a brutal shipper and writer. Sorry, not sorry.

Peyton had a late night at the record label, trying to find new stars and sign them. It was hard for her, trying to keep her life together but now that Brooke was back, she hoped that things would be easier. She unlocked the door to her house to see Lucas, Brooke and Jamie laying on the couch. She walked closer. Brooke rested her head on Lucas' shoulder, his arms around her and Jamie laying his head on Brooke's legs. Peyton cleared the bad thoughts out of her mind, she had to trust them both. She kept telling herself that they are just friends, friends that have missed each other for a long time. Lucas took in a deep breath, slowly opening his eyes. Peyton cleared her throat, smiling. Lucas looked at Brooke and Jamie, seeing how peacefully asleep they were and then he looked at Peyton. She stood over top of him, holding onto her small black purse. He groaned.

"Oh, Peyton." He quickly said, trying to get up.

"Oh, no, no." Peyton stopped him from moving. If he moved another muscle, Brooke and Jamie would wake up. "You're okay." Peyton chuckled a little, pulling up a chair next to him. Lucas was confused, Peyton would have yelled and screamed of why Brooke was on his shoulder. Lucas slowly laid back down, keeping Brooke's head on his shoulder. "I don't want to wake them. They look tired." Peyton pouted a little.

"Uh, yea. We had a pretty wild night." Lucas chuckled a little.

"I would have come but, I was so busy with work and-" Peyton tried to explain herself. Lucas kept to himself, he thought it was better that she wasn't there because would have made things a little awkward.

"It's okay, were not blaming you. I would have to say, Jamie did miss you." Lucas lied. Peyton rolled her eyes with a bright smile. Since Jamie was born and when he first laid eyes on Brooke, he hasn't liked Peyton. Brooke was always his favorite Aunt, they were always together.

"Yea right. Liar." Peyton called Lucas out.

"I'm sure that he did." Lucas shrugged his shoulders.

"Jamie hates me," Peyton whispered, glancing over at Jamie who still asleep.

"He doesn't hate you." Lucas shook his head. Peyton nodded.

"He loves Brooke more than me." Peyton shot back, still at a low whisper. Lucas shrugged his shoulder, staring at Jamie. He was just a kid, soon, he would warm up to Peyton and Lucas believed that.

"He's only four years old-" Lucas tried to explain.

"A smart four." Peyton reminded Lucas.

"He'll warm up to you. I'm sure of it…he's a sweet kid." Lucas fought back, trying to make Peyton feel a little better.

"Alright." Peyton let out a deep breath. Peyton stood up from the chair, rubbing her legs. "I'm going to clean out the guest room." Peyton moved past him. Lucas narrowed his eyebrows in confused, he quickly looked back.

"Why?" Lucas asked her. Peyton stood, walking back to Lucas.

"Brooke didn't tell you?" Peyton asked him. Lucas shook his head, wondering what they kept from him. "I'm letting her stay here for a while until Julian and Brooke find a nice place to stay," Peyton confessed. That moment, Lucas fell in love with Peyton all over again. The way she thought and how kind hearted she was.

"Why?" Lucas questioned, what the change the heart. Peyton laughed slightly, looking up at the ceiling. She wondered that question as well.

"I know someday that I have to get over the fact that Brooke's your best friend…and you love her." Peyton shrugged her shoulders. "I know now that she's not going anywhere." Peyton chuckled a little. Lucas held her hand, looking into her green eyes. He was so in love with her, every time he looked at her his heart started to race. He wanted to marry her.

"I love you, Peyton Sawyer," Lucas told her.

"You too, Lucas Scott." Peyton bent over and kissed him on the lips. He watched as she disappeared into the guest room. Lucas looked away, smiling a little. He could see the change that was starting to happen with Peyton and Brooke.

"She's gone, Brooke," Lucas said. Brooke opened her eyes, having a straight look on her face. She had been awake the whole time because she wanted to avoid the awkwardness and conversations that they would have. "Why didn't you tell me that you're living here?" Lucas asked her. Brooke shrugged her shoulders.

"I forgot, I'm just staying here for a little, Lucas. Julian and I can't live here."

"And why not?" Lucas raised his eyebrows. Brooke laughed, of how protective Lucas was. She knew that he wanted to keep an eye on her and Julian.

"I love you Lucas but…we have separate lives now," Brooke explained to him.

"I don't care. You're always going to be my pretty girl." Lucas informed her. When he said 'pretty girl' Brooke felt her heart stop and old memories slowly started to roll around in her head. All the time that he had called her that. It made her feel good, it made her smile. "I told that Peyton would have a change of heart." Lucas smiled widely. Brooke rolled her eyes, trying not to admit that she was wrong about Peyton. "Everything will back to normal...like high school," Lucas smirked a little. Brooke stared off into space, her heart stopped. All she could remember about high school was having the best but worst times in her life.

"I don't want things to be like high school." Brooke looked up at him, honestly saying. Lucas was speechless, he didn't understand. Then, he dawned on him. The way that he betrayed Brooke when they were in high school. He knew that Brooke had forgiven him for that but there were just some things that you can never forget. He wanted to say that he was sorry but it wouldn't make a difference.