A/N: Soooo happy Leyton! Let's see how long that lasts... ha i'm so ominous, truly, I think leyton deserve some happiness though so enjoy and pretty please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill, if I did Season 6 would have lots of leyton looooove.

Peyton rolled over and stretched across the bed, she felt more rested than she had been in months. She rolled over and noticed a pile of notes on the pillow next to her and grabbed the top one curiously. It was written in Nathan's scrawly, impatient hand; Sawyer, your friend Max rang, said call him back asap so get your butt up soon! She grinned and read the one underneath, her heart fluttered as she saw Lucas' spindly, almost gothic handwriting, it was so graceful... she shook her head and tried to concentrate; Hey beautiful, I didn't wanna wake you up, you look so cute when you sleep, I have to go and get my cast reset so I won't be around this morning but I really hope we're still on for tonight, I got something special planned so dress up pretty! I think Brooke said she was using your brilliant creativity skills and roping you into helping her in the shop so have fun, see you at 7! (Did I mention that I love you?) I love you. Peyton felt herself blushing and got up and went over to her bag- she kept her favourite cd in one of the pockets- she slipped the note into the cover sleeve. She padded back to the bed and collapsed onto it reaching for the last message, Brooke had left seriously early today, she was hardly using her crutches now and was going into the store earlier and earlier. Brooke's beautiful loopy writing was on a crumpled piece of pink paper she had retrieved from under the bed before Peyton had woken up; Peyton honey, hope you slept well, glad to see you and Luke are happy- when you've finished being happy and smiley, how about you drop by the store and help me put the finishing the touches to everything... pleeease! Lots of love B. x x x x Peyton rolled her eyes, her day had so already been planned for her.

"Peyton, Peyton!" Jamie came running up to Peyton as she made her way downstairs.

"Hey little dude," she caught him up in her arms, "oooh wow you're getting big man!"

"Peyton," Nathan came in to the kitchen as she sat Jamie on one of the stools and ruffled his hair, "did you call that guy back?"

"Oh, no, i'll do that now, thanks Nate, did he leave a number?"

"No! I assumed you'd have that man- this is a new century don't you have a cell?"

"Yes!" She threw some cheerios at him, "I don't keep four year old numbers on them though!"

"Fine, fine, he should be the last number that rang." She stuck her tongue out at him and went over to the phone.

"Thank you magic phone man." She dialled numbers and then waited, listening to the ringing, "Jamie put that knife down! Oh hello?"

"Yeah this is Max who's calling please?"

"Max hi! It's Peyton."

"Peyton, hey! I know we're already meeting today but I have to get somewhere later and I wanted to find out if you could meet me a little earlier than planned?"

"Yeah sure, how's like in an hour? I gotta get dressed etcetera..."

"That'd be great, i'll be at the store, i'll see you then."

"Ok cool, see you then." She put down the phone and felt the bubble of happiness expand, her day was going so well. She grabbed her bowl off the table, "be good today J man, what are you up to today?"

"Me and daddy are going to swim and then i'm building a fort later!"

"Awesome- gimme five!" Jamie reached his hand up to hers and beamed.

Peyton pulled on to the kerb an hour later, grabbed her bag and swung out of the car. She stopped running suddenly and stared up at the store. She felt her bag drop to the floor, "oh my god."

Max saw her through the glass and came out of the door, his hands dug deep in his pockets, "I didn't wanna tell you over the phone."

"You're closing?! For 6 months?!"

"Peyton-"

"I go out of town for a tenny tiny few years and you decide to close?!"

"I wanna ask you something, can you come in though? Not yell at me in the street?! Jeez- untapped rage coming out no?!"

Peyton looked apologetic, "sorry and no!" She hit him with her bag and followed him into the store.

"So, why are you closing Max?"

"A friend of mine is recording his album in New York, wants me to go and keep him on track, make sure he chooses the right songs and shit."

"Right. That sounds cool," Peyton felt her heart sink, she really needed a job, especially now with the hospital bills, "I guess that sorta answers my question about the job though.."

"Actually I was thinking, as i'm going out of town and you're back in town- you need a job- how do you feel about running this place for me for a bit?"

"What?!"

"Yeah you know, opening the door, closing the door, there's really not that much else to it."

"Max i've got no experience in running a store!"

"Doesn't matter Peyton, the kids that come in here don't come for an efficiently run superstore, they come for the music, the magic, for direction- you can point them the way they need to go- no-one knows better than you how much music can save a life and I really think you are the best person to keep my baby going while i'm not here."

"Woah easy on the inspiring speeches- you have so been watching way too much Greys since I last saw you!" Peyton looked at him doubtfully, this was something she hadn't even dreamed of, she knew that technically she had too much experience for this job but it was something she knew she could rock. Being the music genie of Tree Hill might be pretty damn awesome.. "Ok! I'd love to do it, thank you for asking me."

"You're welcome, was it the bit about music saving a life? I thought that bit was pretty good."

"Ha no! It was the 50 discount I know i'll get!"

A very cheerful Peyton came sailing into the brand new Clothes Over Bros store several hours later and for the second time in one day stopped in her tracks. She stared around the half empty room with boxes everywhere and empty railings not yet assembled properly. Brooke was sitting in one corner, looking extremely panicky, holding a paintbrush with no paint on.

"P. Sawyer!" She looked up and waved the paintbrush, "welcome to my complete failure of a store!"

"Oh Brooke, this is not a failure," Peyton came over and helped pull her friend up, "we can finish this in no time."

"Peyton I have to open in two days! Two days! I haven't even got my clothes out."

"Oh my god, are the clothes in those boxes?!" Peyton looked horrified at the dusty boxes.

"Nooo, please give me some credit, I had them delivered on the hangers, they're out back."

"Well see- that's a start, you're not a complete failure, your clothes will be crease free!" She put her arm around her friend's shoulder, "why don't we put down this," she gently removed the paintbrush from Brooke's clenched fist, "and start by deciding where you want these rails to go."

"Oh I don't know, I need to know what clothes go on each rail first, then we can colour co-ordinate."

"Ok then, let's go get the clothes out."

"No, no first I need to rearrange the tables and the sofas..."

Peyton sighed and rolled her eyes, this was going to be a supremely long afternoon, Brooke was a perfectionist to a tee. They began shifting the glass tables this way and that until Brooke was satisfied that they in no way blocked the clothes from being seen. How, Peyton wondered, this could ever be possible considering the tables stood at knee height, she didn't know, but she did know better than to point this out. The girls struggled with the sofa for a good twenty minutes before deciding that it was perfect where it was and Peyton dragged Brooke over to where there were several rails that needed fixing.

"Who on earth put these together in the first place?!" She groaned as she abandoned yet another screw that didn't fit right.

"Hey give me a break, that was the night you and Jake decided to do awkward brooding in my back room and I was a little distracted!"

Peyton grinned sheepishly, "sorry about that, but look i'm helping now!"

"Yes you are and i'm sorry, that was mean, it wasn't really a fair excuse. In fact," Brooke got up off the sofa and dusted her hands, "I have a little something for you to say thank you."

"What? Brooke you didn't need to get me anything! If we're doing gifts I should totally have got something for you just for being my best friend through all my craziness."

"Or just for being your best friend," Brooke said smiling and coming back out from the back room. She was carrying what looked like a sheet of plastic.

"Wow, did you kill someone and then chop them up for me?" Peyton eyed the bag warily.

"No, silly. Here," and holding onto a hanger at the top, she dropped the plastic, revealing a gorgeous deep green silk dress with tiny pale green stars all round the bottom. Peyton stood up open mouthed.

"Brooke," she whispered, "it's amazing."

"Uh huh I know!" She beamed, "it's from my new collection, the only one i've had made up so far, it's named after you and it is for you P. Sawyer."

"Oh my god Brooke, I don't know what to say. It's the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. I love it!"

"I though you could wear it tonight, blow Lucas' mind and give me some brilliant advertising all at the same time!"

"Thank you," Peyton said softly, "you are my very best friend B. Davis, I shall try my very best to do you proud!" She felt tears welling up, today had been such a perfect day, "ok I have to go before I start crying on you and then I look all blotchy for tonight."

"Oh honey, come here." Brooke pulled her best friend into a hug and Peyton wrapped her arms around her. "I love you sweetie." Her raspy voice was quiet and she stroked Peyton's hair and then pulled back, "can I just ask you something?"

"Sure," Peyton looked at her puzzled, "what's wrong?"

"I am so glad that you and Luke are finally happening again, I just wanna check that you are deeply sure that you are ok and ready for this."

Peyton smiled, "I am sure Brooke, and even if I wasn't, I need to take a chance, it's Lucas Brooke, he's the one, i'm sure."

"Alright, ohh" she squealed, "I am so happy and excited right now, if I could jump, I would! Also," her face went serious, "you should know that in the event that he hurts you I have the shovel and Nathan has a shotgun- we have a plan- it is deadly." Peyton laughed, and squeezed Brooke's arms;

"Thank you, but I really hope it doesn't come to that, I don't think Hales would be happy if Nathan went to jail for life."

Brooke twinkled at her, "i'm sure she would think it was for a good cause."

Peyton raced back to the Scott residence to change. She knew she and Brooke would eventually have to move back into their brand new, hardly used house, but Haley and Nathan's felt like home right now. She loved sharing a house with a family and of course the possibility of running into Lucas in the middle of the night, possibly topless or at least in a wife beater was always there...

"Hi Hales, Jamie, hey dude! Where's Nate?" Haley and Jamie were baking in the kitchen, Peyton helped herself to icing and kissed the top of Jamie's head. Haley dusted out some sugar.

"He's out in the pool, hey, hands off! It'll be ready later- but you won't be here, so i'll save you some."

"Ohh you're a goddess," she headed up the stairs, "you are a goddess Haley J S!"

"Did someone take those words out of my mouth?" Nathan was coming in through the sliding doors and rubbing his hair with a towel. Haley smiled at her husband as he came over and kissed her and reached over to pick at the icing.

"Hey! That is not ready yet!" She tapped his hand playfully.

"Ow!" He threw his towel at her and she laughed. Peyton smiled listening to them as she ran along the landing to the bathroom.

"Sawyer it sounds like there's an elephant up there!" Nathan pulled Jamie across the table to hug him and drew his wife close as well as they listened to Peyton, "shut up Scott!" She stamped her feet harder while she leant over the sink to apply eye liner. She ran back to the bed room in a towel and began searching through the closet for a pair of shoes to match her beautiful dress.

"What on earth are you doing?" Haley had come up the stairs, icing sugar on her forehead and was watching her friend from the door, amused.

"Shoes!" Peyton cried exasperatedly, "I don't have any of my shoes here!"

"Relax you can borrow some of mine or if not, i'm sure Brooke has her whole collection stored in her or even my spare closet!"

Thirty minutes later Peyton was dressed and ready to go and was messing with her hair in the hall mirror.

"Sawyer would you please leave your hair alone! You look great, you did the last thousand times you checked in the mirror and you know what- nothing has changed in the last 3 seconds." He smirked and patted her shoulder and she punched him on the arm.

"I'm nervous, would you just let me be nervous?!"

"No! Besides you and Luke have dated before."

"This is different, this feels like a new start, I wanna get this right." He held both her shoulders tightly and looked her in the eye.

"You will, but rest assured, he's no longer a Scott if he messes up one more time."

"Pressure's on then," she said grinning.

Lucas climbed out of the taxi and leant back in to ask the driver to wait five minutes. He hated being reliant on taxis and other people to drive him around, his leg was driving him crazy. But Lucas Scott was the last person in the world to want to complain today. Today had been a good day. Everything was perfect. For the first time in years he felt like everything had finally fallen into place. All he had to do was get Lindsey out of his house before Peyton or anyone else found out she was there and killed him stone dead on the spot. He adjusted his tie, his hands were slightly shaky, god he was so nervous. He was so excited at the same time, this was gonna be an amazing night. He couldn't believe he had managed to convince Peyton to give him another chance, he was determined not to screw this up. He knocked on the door, which was almost immediately opened by Nathan.

"Nate! Hey!" His face fell when he saw how stern his brother looked. Nathan crossed his arms.

"So, Scott junior, here we are. May I ask if your intentions towards Peyton are right and honourable this time?"

"Nathan," he started to laugh, "what are you- shit oh are you serious?" Nathan raised his eyebrows;

"Do I look like i'm kidding Luke? I'm waiting."

"Ok, so, umm, well, you know Peyton and I..you know, life is, well love, love is, ahem I didn't plan, when I, man i'm a writer this should come easily, i'm rambling, well, I" Lucas paused, Nathan was still standing on the door step, not letting him past. "Look," he looked down for a second and then up into his brother's eyes, "I love her man, simple as, I know I screwed up but I mean this now, I wanna be with her, I want to be deserved of her."

Nathan stared him down for a few seconds and Luke tried to hold his gaze, finally Nathan smiled and extended his hand, "sounds alright- but i'll be watching Luke-"

"Nathan leave the poor guy alone!" Haley came out onto the step and smiled at Lucas, "you ready?"

"Yeah I guess," he coughed, "i'm a little nervous and err you guys are staring at me."

"You're damn straight we are," Nathan said warningly, "i'm gonna call the lady of the hour, Sawyer! Sawyer get yourself down here, the scrawny Scott is waiting for you!"

"Nathan!" Peyton admonished from the landing and leant over the bannister to peer down. She caught Luke's eye and blushed, he smiled up at her and all three of the Scotts watched her come down the stairs. She looked beautiful, her dress was amazing, it was strapless with a corset to the waist, the skirt was full and skimmed her knees, he noticed the tiny stars round the bottom and smiled, her hair just about covered the red scars her stitches had left and Peyton was conscious of them but Lucas felt like they were another part of their history and he liked that he could see them.

"Hey you," he said as she came to the door and he came and kissed her cheek.

"Hi" she said shyly.

"Alright you two- there is a curfew and Scott don't you try anything out of order or you know Brooke and I got a plan-"

"Nathan!" Peyton hissed and pulled on Luke's arm, his crutches got in the way slightly but she couldn't help but notice how hot he looked in her favourite blue shirt and a suave looking jacket and trousers. As they headed down the steps Peyton sipped her arm under Luke's and helped him down, he smiled down at her, she fitted perfectly underneath.

"I know where you live Lucas!" Nathan was sounding like a scary father but he was laughing as Haley dragged him back in the door shushing him.

"So," Peyton said trying to ignore her nerves, "where are we headed?"

"It's a surprise, you have to wait till we get there." He winked at her, "be patient." She smiled at him, she couldn't stop smiling even if she tried.

Finally the taxi pulled to a stop and she realised she hadn't even been watching where they were going. She jumped out and turned to help Lucas out, "you know this should be the other way round- I should be being all gentlemanly here," he paid the fare and took her arm.

"Oh but we were never that conventional," she smiled up at him and he bent down and kissed her softly. She returned the kiss and then turned to look around. "Luke," she breathed out, barely whispering, "oh my god."

She hadn't even realised where they were until she had taken it all in properly. They were standing by the river court. It was softly lit with candles all round the edge, one of the picnic tables was laid out with a white tablecloth and more candles with a vase of roses in the middle.

"Surprise," he whispered.

"This is amazing." She turned and caught his face and kissed him again, "Luke I can't believe you did all this, this is beautiful."

"I did it for you Peyt, you know how I like to be romantic."

"Hmm," she laughed, "I know you like to be cheesy."

"Same thing!"

"You're such a pessimist," he teased, he squeezed her hand, "come on, check it out." She walked at his slow pace, taking it all in. They stopped at the graffiti on the floor of the court and looked up at each other, "here we are still" she said softly. They made their way to the table and sat down. Both their heart were beating at a thousand beats a minute, Peyton felt like she couldn't breathe she was so excited. Luke pulled the food out of the picnic basket and poured coke with one hand, his other finding Peyton's under the table. She looked down at his hand, then up into his eyes.

"I'm glad we're here," she said squeezing his hand,

"Me too," he said kissing her hand, " really really glad." She beamed and then turned to the food.

"Oh goody Haley totally made this didn't she!?"

Ok, so I know the date was short in this chapter, but it will continue, I just wanted everybody to have a say about the date too lol. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, if you did please review, lol and even if you didn't maybe review anyway- ha i'm such a review addict.