Alternative Ending/Continuation

A/N: Hey, I know this is completely random, me updating this and all after I had ended the story the way I did, but I decided I wanted to start writing it again.

It had been a few weeks since they had both talked to one another. After that day in the hall at school, Peyton and Lucas had both kind of went their separate ways, with other people. They both knew they had to make sacrifices for the ones they cared for. They both cared for Brooke and Jake. They hadn't spoken another word to one another since the day they kissed in the hall. They would see each other around town, only glance a few times, but never speak. It broke Peyton's heart to not speak to him. She missed everything about him. She missed his comforting voice, his caring touch. Peyton missed the man she truly loved. She couldn't deny it, she loved Jake too, but she had loved Lucas longer and would always love him. As she walked through the hall at school, she saw him, she saw the one person she didn't want to see. She stopped dead in her tracks, not being able to take another step. Peyton had to do something.

She looked at him and frowned at bit. He walked past her and didn't even acknowledge her. She knew why though, it was just as hard for him as it was for her. The hall was empty, class had started, but some how, Lucas and her were both still in the hall, they were both tardy to class. Peyton still couldn't move. She knew she wasn't going to class. She hadn't went to class for a few days now, at least not the one she did with Lucas. "Lucas!" Peyton yelled down the hall. She saw him stop and turn around. He had a blank look on his face, he looked a bit confused. Peyton bit her lip and began to run. She ran to Lucas and grabbed his hand. "Come on." She told him as she still had his hand in hers. Pulling him down the hall and out the doors. They both entered Peyton's car. As she drove off, she heard him sitting next to her asking where they were going, but she sat there, silent. She didn't answer until they reached a stoplight.

"You want to know where we are going?"

"Yeah, I'd like to be filled in."

"We're going to talk." She told him as she began driving once the light had turned green again.

"Okay." Lucas told her in a slightly curious tone.