A/N: Thanks to those that reviewed since the last update. The writing is coming along slowly due to time but I'm still committed to this. Hope you enjoy this update, until next time.

All I Wanna Do Is You

Things had been quiet in the café all morning, so much so that Karen had allowed Jake a longer break. Things at home had been better recently. His father was getting back to his old self, while his mother continually fussed around the both of them. Though she could be quite overbearing at times, he loved her dedication to her family and wouldn't trade it for anything.

Though he didn't miss school itself, his missed being there with his friends and he also missed being on the basketball team. Every other day, he questioned his decision to quit school but the thought of his family was what reminded him that he made the right decision that was best for them all. He was also comforted by the fact he wasn't leaving with nothing, a GED was at the end of the tunnel.

His father wasn't pleased with his decision and they had numerous disagreements, much to his mother's despair. It wasn't just the idea of Jake leaving school but the cold hard truth that he wasn't temporarily able to fulfil his role in the family. His mother's constant reassurance provided no solace for his father. He was a proud man and he was counting down the days until he could take back his place as the head of the family.

Jake was now standing at the counter, reading a magazine. There were only a couple of regulars left when he heard the sound of the door opening. He was hoping that it wasn't someone leaving, when his eyes shot up to find out.

"Hey, it's nice to see a face." Jake greeted Lucas.

"I take it's been extra quiet today." He replied, looking round to see the empty seats.

"It's like the whole town has packed off out of town and no one told me." Jake said, laughing that he might have been kept out of the loop from some big secret. "How are things going with you?"

Lucas took a seat at the counter and placed his bag there. "Everything's great. Miss you on the team."

"Your results don't say that. You haven't been beaten yet. People are starting to believe that this could be our year."

"I hope so, though I don't want to get ahead of myself."

For a moment Jake thought about continuing on the subject, before he veered it off in another direction. "Totally changing the subject, have you seen Brooke around? She hasn't been returning my calls and I'm kind of worried about her."

"I've not seen her for a few days." Lucas couldn't say that Brooke was someone that he really hung around, either in or out of school. Just because she was a cheerleader like his girlfriend, it didn't mean they were in the same circle. He still tried to hang out with the guys he did before he joined the Ravens. "Peyton hasn't been around either. Have you seen her or Haley?"

"No. Haley has the day off anyway." Jake responded.

"I can't find her or Nathan." For a moment, Lucas thought that maybe there was a secret plan to get out of town and he either wasn't told or he just simply forgot.

"There's obviously some secret meeting we're not privy to. What's the deal with those four hanging out together? It's not something I can say I saw coming, especially Brooke and Peyton." Jake added, remembering how badly those two used to fight with each other.

"When a school project forces enemies to work together then anything is possible." Lucas knew that since then, the two girls had noticeably been more civil to each other.

"I guess I no longer fill into any of those cliques, though I don't think I was in one to begin with."

Lucas started to laugh at Jake's comment, knowing full well that he wasn't telling the truth. "You were definitely among the jocks, being on the basketball team."

"And now you have that pleasure." Jake smiled, stopping Lucas' laughter.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. I wouldn't put myself in that clique." Lucas defended himself, trying to remind himself that he wasn't really part of it.

"Why would anyone think that, especially as you're dating a cheerleader?" Jake added sarcastically as both of them starting laughing.

*****

Brooke had managed to get dressed and was packing some items in her bag. She wanted to go and see the town, namely the beach that they had driven past. The only thing that stood in her way was Peyton's reluctance to leave the room.

"Come on P Sawyer. The beach is calling us." Brooke stood in front of the bed that Peyton was still lying on. Brooke had on a denim skirt and her bikini top.

"I don't know why we just can't stay here instead." Peyton was too comfortable and had no intention of going anywhere soon.

"We can go swimming, take a drive, and just check out this town. We didn't do much the last time we were here." Brooke stated, moving round to the side of the bed.

"Maybe I'm comfortable here." Peyton curled up to the pillow that Brooke had used to sleep on. Peyton took in the scent of the brunette, which immediately brought her thoughts back to the previous night.

Brooke grabbed Peyton's arm and tried to pull her out of bed. Brooke was finding it increasingly hard to move Peyton from her current position so she gave up, walking back to the end of the bed to finish getting her bag together. "Come on, let's do something."

Peyton got up from the bed and moved closer to Brooke. She was on her knees, on the bed, wrapping her arms around Brooke's waist. "All I wanna do is you." She kissed a now stunned Brooke, who couldn't get the thought of Peyton's comment out of her head. "Peyton, that's something I would say."

Instead of responding with words, Peyton kissed Brooke with more vigour. Brooke pulled away. "I know what you're trying to do. Stop distracting me."

"Is it working?" Peyton mumbled as she was kissing Brooke's neck.

Brooke could feel her pulse speed up. She was trying her best to keep an even breath but she was finding it hard. "Maybe, but we're going out today, no matter what you do."

Peyton pulled back to look Brooke in the eye. She licked her lips and smirked at the brunette. "Give me 30 minutes and you can drag me wherever you like." Peyton moved closer and started to trail kisses from Brooke's neck, while she pushed Brooke's skirt up. Any sense of self-control left the brunette instantly, as she tilted her head to the side to give Peyton more access. Brooke groaned as she mumbled, "Lets make it an hour instead."

*****

Tutoring was never something that Haley set up to do but it was something that she loved. She found the thing that she wanted to do; she wanted to be was a teacher. Ever since her first tutor session, she had this purpose to help others. This was what she was doing now, helping someone. Nathan had approached her in school and asked for help to keep him on the team.

Nathan had called her the previous evening, asking for her help. It was by coincidence that she had already taken the weekend off to just to relax. She was contemplating putting her name down for the first open mic night at the cafe. Nerves and pure fear were leading her to reconsider. Thinking that she had some time to spare before Nathan came round, she picked up her guitar and started to play a song she had recently written.

Nathan walked up to Haley's front door, ready to ring the doorbell. Before his finger touched the button, he heard singing. He didn't want to interrupt so he walked round the house to see where it was coming from. When he reached the second round of windows, he saw Haley strumming her guitar. He stood grinning as he was listening to her voice. He was amazed by how good she was and why she had kept her talent so quiet.

Haley hadn't noticed her audience as her eyes were closed. The sound of clapping broke her out of her daze as she finished her song. Her cheeks reddened when she spotted Nathan at her window.

"That was amazing." Nathan was blown away by how good Haley was.

Haley responded by completely ignoring the compliment. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know that you should play at the open mic night." Nathan said excitedly, hoping that Haley would be up for the performance.

"It's not gonna happen. So lets change the subject." Haley motioned to the nearest door as she made her way to open it. When she got there, she found Nathan standing at the door, with his arms crossed and a big grin on his face. "So why won't you play?"

"That's not changing the subject." She stood with her hands on her hips as he entered the house.

"I never said I was going to." Nathan took a seat at the table and pulled his books out. "Just answer me, please."

Haley joined him at the table, sitting opposite Nathan. "I don't want to and now I'm gonna change the subject, how's Brooke been lately?"

Noticing how uncomfortable Haley was becoming, he decided not to push it any further for now but he wasn't going to let it die. "I'm not sure, I've not seen her. She's not been replying to my messages. How's Peyton?"

"She's kind of disappeared too." Haley replied.

"They could have had another massive fight, Peyton hid the body and ran away again." Nathan started to laugh at his own words.

"That's not funny." Haley tried to keep a straight face but it didn't help that Nathan was still laughing.

"Ok, jokes aside. The last time I spoke to Brooke, I told her not to give up so easily on Peyton. Maybe it's a good sign that we haven't seen them." Both of them nodded at each other as they thought about their friend's possible reunion. Both of their cell phones beeped with messages to break them from their thoughts.

"It's from Brooke." Nathan said, looking at his phone.

"I've got a message from Peyton too. She says 'don't worry about me. I'm fine.' Kind of short and to the point." Haley looked up from her phone and noticed Nathan laughing. "Brooke said the same thing in her text."

Haley joined in with the laughter. "They are so together. I wonder where they went."

*****

Brooke had dragged Peyton to every single clothes shop she could find. She wanted to torture Peyton and she knew it was working. What she didn't bank on was Peyton taking her to a music store and being forced to listen to music that wasn't pop enough. Peyton had put headphones over Brooke's ears and told her that she was going to listen to at least five songs in full to even the score.

Brooke reluctantly agreed and got through her allocated songs. The two of them continued through the shops and ended up with three bags; unsurprisingly they were Brooke's. They had found a place to eat and had been there for over an hour. They kept staring at each, not wanting to move even though they had the bill.

Brooke could see the change of expression in Peyton's face. It was always something that she could read so well in the blonde. At first, she tried to shrug it off but it was weighing on her that she had to bring something up. "You've got that that look on your face?"

"What look?" Peyton answered, looking slightly away from the brunette.

"The one that says you've got something on your mind but you don't know how to say it." Brooke was hoping that she didn't have to push Peyton too hard to get something out of her. She knew how stubborn she could get when she wanted too. It was something that they had in common.

Peyton shook her head and smiled. "I'm that obvious."

Brooke reached over and took one of Peyton's hands, rubbing small circles on the skin. "Yes, so spill blondie."

Peyton took a deep breath to help compose herself. It didn't help so she took another before she spoke. "I wanted to talk about what happens when we go back."

Brooke could see hesitancy written all over Peyton's face. "What do you mean?" Brooke asked. She didn't get an answer at first. Instead Peyton lowered her head down, intent on staring at their joined hands. Brooke followed her eyes and gently tugged at her hand. When Peyton looked up at her, it dawned on her what Peyton was asking. "You mean how we act around each other. Do you want us to act like a couple?"

Peyton eyes dropped again and she continued to stay silent.

Brooke's free hand went to hear temple as she processed what she was going to say next. "You can't really ask that of me." Brooke looked around, making sure no one nearby could hear. "I mean you're not even out and you are gay."

Peyton finally looked back up and questioned the brunette. "What does that make you then?"

Brooke could see a bit of frustration in Peyton's eyes. Trying to change the tone of the conversation, Brooke went for answer that was a bit light. "Gay only for you."

"Brooke." Peyton groaned, rolling her eyes at Brooke's attempt to defuse the tone.

Brooke knew her plan wasn't working so she decided to be heartfelt in her response. "Peyton, I mean it when I say that this isn't an experiment but I don't have these feelings for other girls. If we didn't work out then I wouldn't date another girl."

Peyton reached over to tuck some hair behind Brooke's ear and rubbed her thumb on her face. "So maybe we don't do PDA's in front of the whole school but I would like to at least be able to hang out with you."

Brooke's breath hitched as she felt Peyton's thumb graze her lips. "We've been doing that anyway." The brunette whispered.

"Yeah, with Haley and Nathan. Don't get me wrong, Haley's my friend and Nathan is Nathan but I want to be able to hang out publicly, just the two us." Peyton dropped her hand away from Brooke's face and rested it with her other hand that was intertwined with Brooke's.

Brooke smiled, showing the dimples that Peyton always found hard to resist. "Like a date."

Peyton couldn't help herself and she smiled back. "Yes. You do realise that we haven't actually done that yet."

Brooke's smile got even wider, though Peyton thought it wasn't possible. "Are you asking me out on a date?" The brunette beamed.

"Maybe." Brooke started to pout, which made Peyton give in. "Yes."

Brooke started to get excited at the prospect and thought about what it would entail. "So you'll pick me up with flowers and buy me gifts."

Peyton squinted her eyes in confusion; this wasn't what she exactly had in mind. "Wait a minute."

"And you'll carry my bags when we go shopping." Brooke got up from her seat, leaving a dumbstruck Peyton still sitting at the table, with her bags. "Brooke."

Without looking back, Brooke dismissed Peyton with a wave, as she walked off. "Thanks for getting the bill."