Lucas sat at his desk with his laptop open, typing furiously, wishing his fingers could move faster to put all the ideas he had for a new story down as quickly as they were forming in his mind. He contemplated putting some music on, but decided against it as it would require stopping his typing, even if only for a minute. He was surprised at how quickly the words seemed to be flowing out of him, but he was thankful.

The door in his room that led outside opened, and he looked up from his laptop, his fingers freezing over the keys.

Peyton stepped inside his room and closed the door behind her.

"Luke, it's beautiful," she said softly. She strode across the room and pressed her lips against his.

He was surprised by her kiss, but didn't refuse as he kissed her back and framed her face with his hands. He turned his body so that he was facing her and pulled her into his lap without breaking their kiss.

It was if no time had passed. As if she hadn't gone to LA and refused his proposal and he hadn't almost married someone else. It was Lucas and Peyton again.

They broke apart and Lucas traced the outline of her face with his fingers, and a smile that couldn't be wide enough to show his happiness. "It's absolutely gorgeous Luke, I love it," Peyton told him and gave him another kiss.

"Are you sure? I didn't know if you had any plans for it, and I'm not an artist..."

"No. I love it. It's perfect."

"I had a little bit of help from Brooke," he admitted.

"I know," she smiled and continued at the slightly confused look she received, "no one else knew what I was doing. I have a feeling I'm going to have to get her something amazing for her birthday this year."

Lucas chuckled at this, and then studied her face. "I love you Peyton," he said sincerely as he held her.

Peyton smiled at him, "I know."

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Peyton was painting the picture that Lucas had drawn a week ago of a couple laying in the grass holding hands watching a comet overhead. There was also a book that laid open between them, below their intertwined hands.

He had done a pretty good job of drawing the scene, mostly outlining the figures in black that now graced her wall. She was now painting the details of the scene with more colors that he had helped her pick from the store. She enjoyed painting it immensely and loved the fact that it was Lucas who had sketched it out as a sign of his love for her.

She also loved the location of the wall he put it on. The scene was on the wall that her bed faced so it was the first and last thing she saw every day.

"It looks really good, Peyt," Lucas said from his spot on her bed as he watched her paint and typed his new story.

"Thank you. I have to say, the original artist did a pretty good job painting it," she said as she put down her paintbrush and walked over to him.

"Do you really think so?" he asked as he closed his laptop and placed it on his nightstand.

"Oh yes," she reassured him as she sat on her bed with her back towards him. She leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around her as they admired the painting before them.

Lucas kissed the top of her head, it was one beautiful wall they had created together.

OOOOH! DONE!

I'm sorry for the pure amount of smushyness of this last chapter, but this story didn't have any otherwise so I had to make up for it.

Erm...It's really short. oh well. It's Lucas&Peyton, they're epic, you know how it's going to go down already.