Brooke was sitting at the counter, working on her sketch for Peyton's wedding dress. She wanted for it to be perfect since her best friend deserved the best. She knew that she would want something simple, and elegant, but it didn't mean that she couldn't look fine in it.

She was working on the more of the detail of the dress, the little things that would make it unique to anything she had ever done before, when Sawyer began to cry.

She walks over to him and picks him up, and cuddles him in her arms, and she tried to soothe him. "It's alright little man, momma's here."

She couldn't figure out why he refused to sleep during the morning, she was thinking maybe she should have reconsidered getting someone to take care of the place while she took a leave of absents. But the fashion business doesn't wait for no one. And if she was going to get stuff ready in time Peyton's big day, she didn't have a moment to spare.

"Would you give your mom a little break little man. I'm really trying here," she pleaded.

She had to admit that sometimes it would be easier if she had another set of hands for helping, someone there to support her. She had to commend Karen for doing it by herself, doing the single mom thing all those years, but then as she thought of it she wasn't fully alone, she had Keith helping her along the way.

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Chase walks out of the cafe with his coffee in hand. He was picking up Peyton's favourite to bring to her at work, as she had been working long hours, he thought she could use it about now.

He walked across the street when he spotted Lucas coming his way. He knew he should just keep him mouth shut, but he hated him for what she did to him. And thought it was about time he knew what he thought.

"Lucas."

"Chase, how are you today?" he said, trying to be civil with him. He could see by the look on his face that he didn't like him. He didn't care though because that wasn't the person's opinion he cared about.

"You know you're some piece of work. The way you have treat Peyton is horrible. Over the years you have treated her like a doormat. She's only good to you when it complies with you. And she has just taken it, hoping that you would see the love she had for you. Do you even know how much you hurt her? Do you even care?"

"Of course I do, that's why I'm trying to make it right with her."

"What, until you get sick of her, and start the cycle all over again. Well I won't allow it. I'm not going to let you hurt her again. She means too much to me. I won't allow her to go back to the way she was when I found her.

Chase walked into a diner, to see a familiar person sitting at a corner table with her head down. He hadn't seen her since he had visited Owen in Tree Hill. She didn't look like the girl he had once knew in High School.

He knew that he probably should leave her alone, that's how she would probably want it. But a voice was nagging in the back of his head that he had to go. He would do it for the girl he loved, Brooke. It was her best friend, and that's how she would want it, maybe then she would see him in the light she once did.

"Peyton," he said, as he stood there waiting for a reaction.

She looked up, "Chase," a little surprised to see him standing right in front of her. She wasn't aware that he was living here.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Sure, but must warn you I won't be the best of company?"

"So what brings you to New York?"

"Had to get away from life, reality"

"I thought that since Lucas and Lindsay were no longer together, that you two would be on your way to reconciling, especially after seeing how he acted at his party."

"No, he actually blames me for all his unhappiness. He told me that he hates me. I mean it seems like it's always my fault; for what happened with him and Brooke both time, for not saying yes to a proposal; it's always my fault, never his. It can never be his fault because he's Lucas Scott. Well I'm sick of it," she shouted a little too loud, as tears ran down her face. She no longer cared that others were staring at her.

"That's not right. You don't deserve that." He pulled her into his arms, and embraced her, as she cried harder on his shoulder.

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I've been in love
And lost my senses
Spinning through the town
Sooner or later the fever ends
And I wind up feeling down
I need a man
Who'll take a chance
On a love that burns
Hot enough to last
So when the night falls
My lonely heart calls

Oh wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat
With somebody
Yeah wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me

Haley and Peyton were sitting down, listening to the track. Peyton really got into the music, the song really touched her.

Haley noticed the look on her face, "Thinking of Chase?"

She looked right over at her, "Yeah."

"So you never told me how the two you fell in love."

Peyton runs up behind Chase, putting her hands over his eyes, "Guess who?"

"Brittany Snow."

"No," she laughed.

"Aww too bad," he joked. "So how did it go?"

"Real well, thanks to your help, I was able to get the Stars to play at the benefit concert that Haley's putting on," she smiled, embracing him. "Thanks for getting me the contact."

"No problem."

"You're always helping me out. If there's any way I could repay you just ask."

"It's no problem, it's the least I could do for someone I love," letting it slip. They weren't even dating; he wasn't supposed to be feeling this way.

"You love me?" she was stunned by those words, it was unexpected.

He could take it back now, "Yeah. I've been feeling it for a while, but didn't want to say anything since we're just friends. You're an amazing girl, and I don't understand why anyone would have let you go. I love the way you bite you're lip when you get nervous, or the way you face lights up when you hear a great song on the radio. You've got a fire for you that just glows from within you. And when I'm around you, you make me feel alive."

She couldn't believe it, she looked inside her, and it felt right, "I love you too. You've been my rock these past few months. You brought the life back into me. I never thought it was possible that someone else could save me, but you did. You've got a kind soul, Chase Adams," she said, before she leaned in to kiss him.

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Peyton is leaning up against Chase, her head on his chest. Chase was running his fingers through her hair, "So after we're married, do you want to get a bigger place?"

"Eventually, but at this time I'm kind of liking our quaint little place."

"Me too," he smiled. "How many kids do you want?"

"I was thinking of 2 or 3 kids."

"I don't care how many we have, as long as they have blond hair and green eyes."

She then felt like she experiencing déjà vu.

"I want a little girl with blond eyes and green eyes just like you, defiantly an artist," Lucas said, as they sat at their spot, the place where they first met.

"Well I think she should have blond hair, blue eyes, and defiantly a basketball player, like her dad. I mean she's going to probably be a daddy's girl, so why not be just like him."

"We're going to have a wonderful family, me and you," he smiled, before leaning in for a kiss.

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Brooke was walking down the stairs, after putting Sawyer down, when she heard the door bell, and go off again.

"You better quit that, or you will be the one putting him back down," she snared.

She opening the door, her eyes popped out, astonished to see the person right in front of her, "What are you doing here?"