Okay here is the next chapter and I am not happy with it at all. I am sorry for the crappy writing but hopefully the next one will be better! I appreciate you all taking the time to read. Again, thanks to all of you who review ! Trish, Meghan (my mgh), Amy, Gal, to name a few. . I hope you aren't disappointed. M.

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

He looked over to the table where the plain cheese pizza lay, surrounded by a numerous amount of toppings sure to make anyone sick at the thought of eating them on a pizza. M&M's, Ham, Pineapple, Pickles..

And he was prepared to eat them, just to see her smile. Hell he wanted to. To see her face light up and those lips curve into a smile, he would eat every bite and ask for more.

Shaking his head, he grinned to himself. "It must be love" he muttered as he looked at the clock again. He had called her once and figured she was on her way when she didn't answer. She was always late, it seemed. One of the many things he loved about her. She was a free spirit when it came to time, she arrived when she got there and left when she wanted to.

He decided to bug her about being late, again, so he picked up the phone and called her cell phone. With every ring that went unanswered his heart began to pound louder in his chest.

His stomach began to tie in knots, and He gripped the phone tightly as her voice mail picked up:

"Hey you know what to do, and if you don't hang up now"

Pressing the "off" button and slamming the phone down on the counter, Lucas roughly ran his hands thru his hair. "Where in the hell is she?" he practically yelled to the empty kitchen. Looking at the clock on the microwave, he continued "She is almost an hour late"

She would have called him if she knew she was going to be this late, "Something has to be wrong" as the words left his mouth, his feet set in motion. He darted into his room and grabbed his car keys. He practically ran from the house and jumped into his car.

When he pulled up to her house, he noticed her car wasn't there. Confused he sat in his car, What was going on? Where was she? Maybe she hadn't gotten the note, his mind raced. He decided to go up to the house anyway, just to check and make sure she wasn't home.

Jogging up the steps, he could hear the music from inside the house. "If she is lost in her music, I am gonna kill her" he mumbled as he opened the front door.

"Peyt?" he called, part of him knowing there was no way she would hear him over the sound of Jack Johnson that echoed through the house.

Climbing the steps to her room two by two, he shook his head and grinned. Someone could walk in and rob the house blind and she would never know. Turning into her room, the smile slid off his face as he realized that she wasn't there.

He stood in the doorway for a few minutes, before his gaze fell on the closet doors. His eyes widened and he walked further into the room. He only half noticed the paint and brushes that lay scattered on the floor. His gaze was stuck on those doors and what she had attempted to do. His heart filled with emotion as his mind raced. He reached his hand out and touched the door, confirming that the paint was dry. "She isn't going to believe this," he grinned.

He quickly stepped back and knocked over the drip pan, "Shit" he exclaimed as he set it back up right. A small drop of paint had dripped on the carpet. He quickly looked around for something to dab on it before it dried. Spotting a paper towel on her computer desk, he grabbed at it. Roughly pulling it off the desk, he knocked over her sketch pad in the process.

"Two for Two Lucas, way to go" he muttered as he quickly went back to the stain. Shaking his head, he blotted the paint out of the carpet. He proceeded to get most of it off, only a small dark spot remained that he was sure would come out with a little carpet cleaner. He hoped. The music blaring in his ears was too much and he walked over and turned it down.

Spotting the sketch book lying on the floor, "Put it back and get the hell out of here before you burn the house down" he quipped as he bent to pick it up. He flipped it over in his hands, his intentions on closing it before he put it back.

However when he saw what she had been working on, he froze. He never got tired of seeing her drawings. Seeing her heart on paper, the things she couldn't say or do in life, she drew. She poured her soul into every line, every curve.

His breath caught, She had drawn them the night before in her room, his hand cupping her face and the caption read "It's about you." Smiling, he traced the lines of her face with his finger. Even on paper she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, ever known. His thoughts turned again to where she could be.

With a sigh, he closed the sketch book and placed it back on the desk. He had to find her.

Jogging back down the steps, he made it to the front door when he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. Turning slightly, he paused with his hand on the door knob, listening. Hearing it again, he decided to check it out. As he moved closer to the sounds, he could hear someone's muffeled voice.. no it was music. Rolling his eyes, he wondered if she had music going in every room of the house.

Pushing open the door, he almost laughed out loud at the sight before him. She was standing in the open refrigerator door, putting groceries away. Singing along with her Ipod and shaking her hips. He leaned up against the door frame and watched her.

She continued to put the groceries away, stopping to nibble on a cookie, unaware of him the whole time as she belted out a song he had never heard before.

And she was off key, he thought with a grin. She turned and put the cookie in her mouth about the time she saw him. "Guh!" she half choked as the forgotten sweet fell to the floor. "Jesus Lucas! You scared the crap outta me!" she huffed as she pulled the ear buds out. "What are you doing here?" she asked as she bent over to pick the cookie up off the floor and threw it in the trash can.

He pushed himself off the door frame and walked toward her, the grin on his face changed to a look she didn't recoginize and her stomach flipped. "Luke?" she questioned as he came around the counter to stand in front of her.

He knew she was talking to him, asking him something, but ever since she turned around his gaze had been fixed on a small piece of chocolate on her lower lip. He wondered if it was possible that her lips would taste sweeter mixed with the chocolate. He smiled as she began to back away from him. He wasn't going to be put off that easy and just followed her.

She took another step back as she saw the slight grin that came to his face, she looked down and started to say something else as her back hit the counter. Trapped, she quickly glanced back up at him.

He stopped just short of their bodies touching, he could hear her sharp intake of breath. He reached with both hands and framed her face, she looked back at him the confusion showing on her face.

Drawing her toward him, he gently licked the chocolate off her lower lip. He heard the throaty moan that escaped her and it made his heart explode. He stepped closer to her, pinning her against the counter and captured her lips under his.

TBC..