I don't want you to give it all up
And leave your own life collecting dust
The knocking shook her slightly more than he intended. Her body jumped up as the pencil she was holding flew across the room and the sketchbook slid onto the floor. When she saw him at the door, a smile immediately crept onto her face before a frown took over when she realized how long it'd been since he'd been standing in her doorway at all. It'd been three months since she had her fall out with Brooke. Lucas had tried to talk to her a couple of times at school, but she tried to avoid him if she could. She had one semester left of high school, and then she would be out of this town. Away from the drama, away from Brooke, and much to her disappointment, away from Lucas.
"Luke?" she asked with a concerned expression. "What are you doing here?" She knew from the sparkle in his eye that he wasn't too upset. She hadn't seen that sparkle in a long time. She never gave him a chance to make eye contact. She was too scared he would really see what she was thinking. That wouldn't be good for anyone. Especially her. She'd even tried to talk to Jake a couple of times to try to convice him that the dream didn't mean anything. Unfortunately, she couldn't even convince herself of that, much less Jake. She did love Jake, but she loved him differently than she did the boy standing in front of her. Jake made her feel safe when she was in his arms, and she was happy around him, not to mention that she loved Jenny to pieces, but he didn't make her stomach knot up at the sight of his eyes on her, and she didn't feel the need to call him and go on and on about a song she heard on the radio. No matter how cheesy it might seem, every great song reminded her of only one person.
"Luke?" she asked again after recieving no response. After what seemed like forever to Peyton, even though it was actually a couple of seconds, Lucas smiled and stepped forward into her room. He looked around at the now white walls and frowned. He'd just noticed how different her room was. They'd spent almost all of last summer discussing how she wanted them, and he even helped her paint. Well some. A frown appeared on his face as he realized that he probably had more to do with this change of scenery than he would like to let himself believe. She didn't even have any drawings on the wall. That was the worst part of all. Her drawings were the only real insight to her mind. All of the people seemingly staring at you had always creeped him out, but the art. The art mattered.
"Hey Peyt.." he said cautiously as he continued to walk closer to the bed. His behavior was slightly freaking her out. Her eyes followed her gaze around her room as she realized why he seemed so off guard. A large lump formed in her throat as she tried to think of a reason why she completely got rid of everything in her room that made it hers. Including the shelves that her dad had worked so hard on the night that Brooke had moved in with her. The ones that were filled to full capacity of albums that she'd collected over the years, as well as the ones that Ellie had left her. She stood up once he began to open his arms inviting a hug. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. She'd missed him so much.