The Funeral
Peyton thought of what had happened that night—the one she got pregnant—before she went to Luke's. It was after Dan's funeral—she remembered how sad Lucas was.
F/B
Luke was standing outside looking at the sunset—the trees, the sky, and the birds—things he doesn't usually look at—especially Ravens. He saw Ravens. Peyton walked up next to him.
"How does it feel?"
"Him dying, or—"
"He's dead, Luke. Your father's dead now. He's not ever coming back, it's different."
"What's different! Having a father who hates you or one that's dead!"
"Luke," Peyton had a calming voice now, "I know how you feel but it's not an excuse to hate him back."
Luke sighed and paced back and forth. "I don't know anymore." He sits down on the stairs and runs his fingers through his hair. She sits next to him, and they look at each other.
"Hey, I know what it's like to lose someone. I know. I lost my mom 7 years ago." She takes his hand, "I know how hard this is," and gives him a hug.
"I love you," Lucas tells her.
Peyton takes a moment while she is hugging him to process that. Then she let go. She looks at him. She bites her lip. He is expecting her to say 'I love you' back, but she couldn't. She kept on thinking about Nikki and couldn't see Lucas all the way.
Luke looked at her in that bruting way. Peyton couldn't resist that look and said, "I love you, too." They looked at each other deep—like into their souls. A kiss took its place and soon became much more.
As Lucas and Peyton made out, they touched fingers, waiting for a moment, and then Peyton whispered, "Come on," holding her hand, "nobody's home," noses rubbing. Peyton got this partial seductive smile on her face.
Peyton gasped a breath as they anxiously drove off to a place to make love
