AN/ Hellllooooo! Thank you for the great reviews and I know I'm a pain LeytonLover3 (insert evil laugh) Lol but I may have someone tell everyone Luke's real name by the end…

Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or any of the characters featured in this fic and I don't own Dashboard Confessional and their song Stolen.

Bryan or should I say Lucas was gone when I went to talk to him this morning. I wanted to talk to him about everything and have him explain a few things to me because I'll admit it took me a while to process everything. I knew he was running from something as soon as I met him but I never knew the full extent of it. I mean he was a drug addict that also sold drugs and God knows what else he has done.

I smile to myself when I realised that for the last three days Lucas has been on my mind non-stop but not all for bad reasons. I'll admit that he is good looking and his eyes are amazing. I can easily get lost in them and ever since he went missing I have found that I have feelings for him. As crazy as that sounds.

I sigh and walk into the Café to find that he is working today. I watch as he takes an order from a black haired man and woman in business suits and as soon as he sees me he smiles brightly. I smile back and take a seat at the counter. Lucas joins me a few moments later.

"Hello" He says the smile still present on his face.

"Hey"

"So at least you're still talking to me" He looks away and wipes the counters.

I sigh and put my hand on his. "Of course I'm still talking to you. I'm glad that you told me everything" He looks up at me with a small smile.

"It's nice to get everything off my chest… and I'm glad that it was you that I told" We share a smile before he looks away and behind me.

"Work beckons" And with a sigh he turns away from me but before he walks off he stops and look over his shoulder at me.

"Nice uniform" He teases, referring to my cheerleader uniform. I blush immediately and shake my head at him.

Once Lucas finished work we went back to my house so I could get changed out of my cheerleader's uniform and then drove over to the river court like we did the night before.

"So is this like an annual thing now?" Lucas calls from the front of the car.

"Well…" I reply as I take two bottles of Coke Cola out of my school bag and walk over to him. "It is now" He laughs as I reveal the two bottles to him and leans over to take one, a cute little smirk on his face. I laugh with him and climb on top of the car. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time and my heart races at how close we are sitting. I turn to him and lean my bottle over to him. He smirks and does the same. Our bottles clink before we both put them in our mouth and open them.

I sigh happily and lie back. The river as always looks amazing when the sun hits it just right and since the sun is setting now the sky and river are alive with pink and orange. I drink some of my Coke and turn to see Lucas pulling his red T-shirt off and revealing a white wife beater underneath. My breath catches in my throat and I make myself look away.

"Lucas" He looks over at me with a small smile.

"You called me Lucas"

"Well that's your name isn't?" I look away and at the river again.

"Yeah it is, promise" I chuckle and he watches me for a moment making me forget what I was going to say.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" I ask once I remember. He shakes his head and lies back. "Where are you from?"

"Detroit. Born and bred"

"Any brothers or sister?"

"Nope"

"What happened to your Mum if you don't mind me asking?" He sat up at that.

"She had Leukaemia"

"I'm so sorry" I said as I give him a one armed hug. He shrugs and sits back once more, a distant look in his eyes and I know he is thinking about his Mum. I immediately feel guilty and wished I never brought it up at all.

We sit in silence until he turns to look at me and smiles weakly. "But the good news is I'm closer to 500 now. I've made 328"

"That's awesome!"

"Yeah. Well I had 40 then I made 256 from working three days at the Café last week plus the 72 I made today. All I need now is…" He trails off and looks off in the distance for a moment with a slight frown. I can't help but think he looks cute when he concentrates.

"172 in 10 days"

"Do you think you can do it?" I ask.

"I have to but I'm going to work tomorrow and Friday and that's… 144"

"Your still 28 short. I'll give you 30-"

"No. Peyton I know you want to help but I won't take your money. I'll just make the rest up" Lucas interrupted.

"How?" He didn't answer. "Lucas. How?"

"I'll pick-pocket a few people or challenge people to play basketball" I look at him shocked. He is actually considering it.

"Lucas I won't have you hustling people out of their money. I'm going to give you 30 and that's final!" I demand and sit back. Lucas watches me with a huge grin on his face.

"What?"

"You're so stubborn do you know that?" He replies. I try to keep a straight face but watching that cheeky grin of his grow I can't help but laugh at him. He laughs along with me and I notice immediately that his hand is on my knee and that my knee is somehow resting on his leg. I take a deep breath in and look up into his eyes to see passion amongst them, passion for me. My heart begins to race and pound against my chest as I move my head closer to his.

We were inches apart when I hear "Hey Sawyer…Bry-Oh!" I sit back to see Skills staring at us frozen in his spot. He looks at me then Lucas then down at the orange basketball in his hands.

"Err… sorry... I'm gonna... err" He stammered along before turning on his heels and walking off in the opposite direction.

"Skill's wait" I call once I found my voice. Lucas starts to snigger and turns to see Skills looking at us.

"Yeah stay man. We'll play one-on-one" Lucas called.

"Nah man it don't matter… I'm interrupting-"

"Skills chill" I tell him. He laughs and walks over to the post. I laugh nervously and bury my head in Lucas' shoulder. He sniggers once more and I playfully hit him.

"Go and play you" I tease as I sit up. He looks at me with a mock shocked expression and places his hand over his heart before kissing me on the forehead and getting of the car. I chuckle to myself and lie back.

Sighing I turn onto my side and close my eyes. But as soon as I do Peyton appears behind my closed eyelids wearing that cheerleader's uniform and that one image alone sets me off. Sighing for the 5th time I roll onto my back once more and look up at the ceiling. Just knowing that she is two floors above me and that all I have to do is walk up the stairs and take her into my arms is killing me. I groan in frustration and rub my tired head slowly, knowing that there is now way I am going to get to sleep now. What the hell I tell myself as I fling the comforter off me, pull on a wife beater and climb the stairs.

Standing in my bathroom I take a look at myself in the mirror above my sink; taking in every little detail. This insomnia is driving my crazy now. For the last three days I have has about two hours sleep and its starting to take its toll on my appearance. I've tried hot milk before bed, going to bed earlier and trying to stay up as long as possible but you can see where that has gotten me. I'll be raiding Dad's alcohol next I tell myself as I turn on the tap. But hearing someone walking up the stairs stopped me in my tracks because I know it is him. My heart started to beat wildly and I quickly splashed water on my face.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see him walk in. He stops when he sees that I'm not in bed but in the bathroom. Ladies and gentlemen the source of my insomnia. I look away from him and turn off the tap. When I look back he is shutting my bedroom door quietly and walking across my room and out of sight. Sighing I look at myself in the mirror once more before walking towards my door and leaning on my door frame. He is sitting on my computer chair with his back to me.

"Couldn't sleep either?" I ask him. He sits still for a moment before turning in the chair to face me. Our eyes connected immediately and I feel myself getting lost in them. We stay that way for along time.

It wasn't until he stood and started to make his way towards me that I was brought back to reality. I watched as he stopped inches in front of me and the light from the bathroom hit him just right making him look so handsome with every muscle on his arms lit in just the right way, showing them off. He took hold of my hand and brought it up to his chest just above his heart. I can feel his rapid heart beat through my finger tips but what made my breath catch in my throat is the instant connection I felt between us.

"You feel it too" He whispers. I look down and nod, my heart thumping against my chest. He puts his hand under my chin and lifts up my head while moving his own closer until our noses are touching. My heart began to race so fast that I was afraid it might stop altogether. He smiles and leans forward and kissed me softly. I kiss him back immediately and pull him closer to me, smelling how good he smells, my hands everywhere. Every ration thought seemed to have left my mind at that moment. His hand cups my face and he slowly starts to walk to forward until my back is against the wall. He pulls away and smiles lustfully at me. I smile back and take hold of his wife beater, pulling him closer. He chuckles and kisses me once more while I move my hand to the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Lust taking over. Our kiss quickened and everything seems to be going at a face pace. He pulls away from the kiss once more and starts to kiss my jaw line, my neck before moving down to my shoulder. I groaned as he did, wanting him more. He stands up straight to look at me before pulling off his wife beater and throwing it behind him. My mind starts to go into overdrive then and I suddenly remember that I'm going out with Jake and we can't do this. Luke takes hold of the bottom of my vest top but I put my hand over his.

"Lucas" I whisper not recognising my own voice. He looks up at me and into my eyes and I start to feel guilty.

"W-We can't do this" I mumble, even though my heart is aching for him. I look away from his lustful eyes only to have my own eyes land on his chest which is now bare and like his arms before, are being lit up in just the right way to show off every muscle and I have to stop myself from touching him.

He backs away from me slowly and tears sting my eyes. I look up at him, pleading him not to hate me. He stops walking and regards me for a long time and by the time he walks towards me and pulls me into a hug tears are rolling down my face. I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat wishing things were different.

"Are you ok?" He asks once I stopped crying. He lets go me of me and I nod while on the inside I feel like breaking down. I watch as he walks across the room to pick up his wife beater and pulls it on. An uncomfortable silence falls on us. I want to say something, anything but what can I say to make this better?

"Luke" I whisper. He turns around to look at me and I can see the disappointed look on his face.

"..It's Ok. I understand" He replies as he walks towards the door but I know he doesn't mean it. I dart across the room and stand in front of the door, knowing that if I let him leave now it's all over. He looks down at me and sighs deeply.

"Stay please" I whisper.

"Peyton-"

"Please" He sighs once more and takes my hand and leads me over to my bed. After regarding him I get in and climb under the covers. He walks around to the over side and climbs in too. I smile and roll over so I am facing him. He smiles back and we both lie silently watching each other until I start to drop off.

AN/ Well there you go. What do you think? And I apologise if my maths is wrong but maths isn't my best subject.

Expect drama in the next chapter lol and as always reviews and suggestions are always welcome.

Deanie