Hey guys! I know it's been forever, I mean forever since I last updated. But, I re-read this fanfic, and realized I wanted to continue writing it. So, I hope you guys will continue reading! =)

Even though Clark was on her mind for the majority of Prom, Peyton actually had a great time with Sam. She couldn't see anything past friendship with him, but that was okay, because he felt the same way.

After Sam walked her to her door, he went home. Dean and Brooke got a hotel for the night, so he would be alone. And he really needed this night.

He opened his bedside drawer, and pulled out a photo. His gaze stuck on the female in the picture

Flash back

"So, just because I'm moving, you want to end this?"

"We're from two different worlds, Rory." Sam said. His heart hurting more than she would ever know.

"Stop saying that! I don't care! My mom likes you that's all that matters." She was in tears now.

He hated to see her cry. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, and take back all of this, but he couldn't. Her grandparents spoke to him the night before at dinner, and they were right. Rory was going to go off to a Harvard and Yale, and where would he be. She needed someone in her life that could buy her nice things, that could provide for her. He could barely support himself with the job he had now. And he definitely didn't have enough money for college.

"Rory…"

"You're just using this as an excuse to get out of this." Her sadness turned into anger, "Just forget it, I'm not even going to humiliate myself anymore."

She opened the front door, looked at him one more time, and said, "Have a nice life Sam."

And with that she was out of his life forever.

End of flashback

Or so he thought.

Seeing her tonight, made all of his feelings come back for her. Feelings that never left. He was still so much in love with her.

But he could see that she moved on. She looked happy with the guy she was dancing with. And he didn't have to much pride to admit that he was jealous. He wanted to run over there and beat the up, but he didn't want to be rude to Peyton.

A knock at his door, pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 1:00 am.

Who could that be at this time, He thought.

He walked over to the door, without looking through the peep hole, and opened it.

It shocked him to see Rory standing there, still in her prom dress.

Rory couldn't say anything at the moment, and she couldn't take her eyes away from him. When she saw him tonight, so many memories came to her mind.

Breaking the silence between them, she said, "I-I thought you would be here." Great now I'm stuttering.

He could tell that she was nervous, and to be honest he was too.

Rory couldn't take it anymore. Her mind was rushing with so many thoughts. So, instead of just standing there and thinking, she closed the distance between them and kissed him deeply.

He wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her with everything he had.

Peyton was about to go to get in bed and go to sleep, when the doorbell rang.

Who could that be, she thought. She was very tempted not to answer it, because she was really tired. All the dancing, her feet were killing her.

But she made her way downstairs, and opened the door. She was surprised to see who was standing in front of her.

"Clark, what are you doing here?" Because after they broke up, he moved back in with his parents. So, it was just her and Brooke. And even though sometimes she missed Clark, she liked it that way.

He walked in, and closed the door behind him, "I was bored and thought I'd stop by."

Peyton knew he was lying. It sucked how much she did know him, and she was too tired, to put up with it, "Clark I've known you long enough to know that on a Saturday night around 2:00am, you are not bored….where's Lana?"

"I dropped her off an hour ago." Clark could tell that she was a bit irritated. But that was Peyton when she was tired. He hadn't been in this house with her in awhile, and to be honest he missed her.

"Well, it's been a long day, and I'm really tired so…"

"Who was that guy you were with?" he blurted out, cutting her off.

Peyton was taken aback, "Sam?"

"Peyton I didn't know you were dating anyone," So soon, but he didn't say that part aloud. He didn't want to seem jealous, because he wasn't.

"That's Dean's brother, and he were just friends." She said, a little annoyed.

"It sure didn't look like it," he didn't know it, but he was definitely letting his jealousy show, "Oh I get it, you and Brooke thought that best friends should date brothers."

Now Peyton was angry, "Clark, get out."

"For what, because you know it's the truth."

"Do you hear yourself right now?" She pushed him, he didn't move as much, but she pushed him, "You broke up with me! For Lana! I thought you loved me, Clark, I thought ….and you just…" She took a breath, and held back her tears, "As soon as Lana came back, you dropped me, you hurt me, and you didn't even care."

Those words hit him like a ton of bricks. Peyton was standing there, tears forming in her eyes.

"So, it doesn't matter who I'm with, who I go to prom with, It just does not matter, because you don't have right to question me. You don't have a right to care."

"Peyton, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm sorry that our friendship isn't what it used to be."

"And I'm sorry that it never will be again. Now please, leave" Her heart couldn't take it anymore.

He looked at her one last time, and left. He leaned against the door, once she shut it, and he heard the lock, and so did she.

He didn't know why, but his heart ached.

Brooke had the best night of her life. And now she was sleep in the arms of the best guy in the world. As she was drifting off to sleep, her cell phone went off. She was tempted not to answer it, but at this hour it might be important.

Unknown caller. She never usually answered those types of calls, but something told her to tonight. And when she did, she couldn't believe who was on the other line.

"Lucas?"