AN: Anytime I use a flashback in this story I'll put it in italics, so you can tell it apart from the rest of the story.

Also, my flashbacks may include previous scenes from One Tree Hill, so I don't own the show or any of the episodes, and all credit goes to the original people.


"Peyton, I know you're there. I just wanted to let you know I ended it tonight…with Brooke, I mean…"

Was her hearing off tonight or was she just daydreaming again? Because there was no way she believed the words she just heard spoken. "I ended it tonight." He ended it…for her.

What was she thinking? This had to be a joke, a butt load of crap or something. There was no way Lucas Scott, who confessed he was "completely in love with Brooke Davis" only days back, would break that relationship off for her, Peyton Sawyer. Or would he?

But what changed his mind? Unless…

She starred deep into his baby blue eyes as he brushed his hand against her soft skin, pulling off from her lips. Although what they were doing was so wrong, it still felt so right to her.

"Peyton, see? It does mean something."

"It can't," she replied, still fighting the obvious connection they shared.

"But it does." He said it with such assurance, that any excuse she threw back wouldn't change his mind.

"Lucas, you're dating Brooke," she said, trying to keep her loyalty to her best friend up in the air, however, it was quickly fading away.

"I know, and she's great, okay? But she's not you. Look ever since you came to my room and you told me how you felt about me I've been hiding with Brooke. Okay? I've been trying not to get hurt again. I don't want to hide anymore."

Would history really repeat itself like that again? She had already promised herself she wouldn't hurt her best friend again, and she knew Lucas felt the same way, but besides that matter, had he really be hiding with Brooke?

Peyton never heard the rest of Lucas' message after that point. Before the message was even over, she was already hobbling down the stairs. Although she looked like a mess in a t-shirt and girl boxers, and with her make-up still streaked down her face, it didn't even matter to her. She just wanted to see him, to have him hold her, and to tell him once again she loved him.


When she arrived at the familiar doorstep, there was no sign of Lucas anywhere. Peering into the window, she could see the unmade bed, probably still from the morning before, and the light on his desk turned on. She couldn't imagine where he would be at this time of night, especially with his mom angry at him…

But then she remembered that morning. She remembered hearing Karen yell to Lucas to not come back that night, and unlike a typical parent's uproar at their child, her stern tone showed she meant it.

Wandering in the dark, Peyton was debating heading for home. She had no idea where Lucas would have gone to stay the night. Not Brooke's, that's for sure. She only hadone guess to his whereabouts, but she didn't think he'd consider spending a night there. But she figured it was worth it to just check to see.


"Lucas…" She said as she approached him, seeing him lying down on the Rivercourt. As he noticed her moving towards him, he stood up and met her halfway.

"So you got my message?"

"Well, half of it," she laughed, butshe quickly changed to a serious tone."I only heard you say the part about ending it…with Brooke."

"Yeah," he replied in a soft manner, as if he was still questioning whether he had made the right decision. He felt that he did, but his mind still flooded with doubts that Peyton wouldn't agree. He knew he was repeating history, but he didn't care. This was the last time he'd make that mistake.

Although they were both pretty uncomfortable with the whole situation, and their conversation was becoming one word responses to each other, both could feel the amorous tension.

As their conversation weakened, they began motioning forward until they were only inches away from each other. Peyton starred up into his eyes, and this time she never dropped his gaze. It was allowed now; she no longer had to bottle up everything she felt for him. Lucas tilted his head, leaning closer to Peyton, cupping her face in his hand. Her heart beat as he brought his lips to meet hers, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Come with me," she said, intertwining their fingers on both hands and pulling him off the court. He didn't know what she wanted, but he willingly followed. "I'm not allowing you to stay out here tonight, Luke. You're coming home with me."