AN: Hey guys,

I'm really sorry for not updating for awhile; I've been really busy with a paper for school as well as my ACTs. I found some free time today, so I wrote this up really quick. Hope you guys like it! (Also, thanks for the reviews. I really do want to know what you guys think.)

Remember, most italics I use will be flashbacks; however, the italics in the very beginning are someone's thoughts.

I have to think of something; something they'll never expect; something that doesn't seem planned, so it looks like it evolved on its own. I need something extraordinary that will blow them both away…far away from each other. No matter what I do, it'll be a risk, but I love him, right?

Brooke was literally going insane. She was pacing back and forth in her apartment, thinking to herself, trying to contrive some sort of plan to get Lucas back. She knew she didn't have a lot of time; however, she didn't realize how minimal her time really was.

Peyton glanced over to the clock hanging on her wall, surrounded by all her artwork and old band posters. Only 5:00? She couldn't believe she couldn't fall asleep. She starred at Lucas, lying there. He looked so content; nevertheless, she smiled a little, remembering earlier that night.

"I'm not allowing you to stay out here tonight, Luke. You're coming with me." Her voice was compelling.

She had both of his hands entwined in her own, and she was continuing backwards, urging him to follow her. The pleading from her eyes guided him along almost as in a trance, and he pursued her in that same daze the entire way back to Peyton's room.

"Hey Peyton," Lucas said, "Thanks."

"Anytime, Luke, and I do mean that…really." He could sense the sentimental tone in her voice, and a small smile formed on his face.

Although it could have been the perfect moment for either of the two to make their move in, the moment quickly was cut short by Peyton's laughter. She noticed Lucas glancing at the bed, then to the floor in indecision of where to lie down.

"Not again Luke," she laughed, remembering the night they spent in the hotel the night of the big storm waiting to see if her dad was still alive. Lucas had been awkwardly glancing at the bed the same way he was now, and he had decided to not sleep on it, until she was able to convince him it was okay.

"Don't be stupid," she joked, trying to replay that moment from awhile back. He caught onto the humor of the situation, and he made his way to the bed.

"Don't be trying to make any moves on me, Peyton Sawyer," he joked, "You know how you are when we get around beds.

"Very funny, Luke. Except now, I could make any move I wanted, but…" She paused, waiting for him to get that cute, uneasy look on his face, and he did as she expected.

"But?" She couldn't help but laugh again at his gullibility.

"But…you're just not my type."

"That's too bad."

"Oh yeah? And why is that?"

"Because I kind of have this thing for blondes…" He said, leaning closer over to her side of the bed. "…I could always resort back to brunettes though."

"Wouldn't work…You'd still have a thing for me. I'm a brunette underneath, remember?"

"I guess you're out of luck then." He hesitated no longer as he rose from his position on the bed and shifted himself over to Peyton. He cupped her face gently in his hands as he lowered his lips down to hers. The second they met, they met with a force of passion. Nothing could have ruined the moment, nothing at all.

Wide awake in bed, she sighed. Glancing over to Lucas one last time before falling asleep herself, she watched his bare chest rise and fall with each breath.

She couldn't have asked for a better night, and she couldn't have asked for a better guy to share it with.

Love…she thought as she finally dozed off. …It's inevitable.