Lucas awoke with a start. His cell phone rang loudly on the end table beside his bed, but the blonde beside him didn't seem to notice. He grabbed the phone and flipped it open, not even worrying about checking to see who it was.

"Hello?" he whispered into the phone, watching Peyton's chest rise and fall as she slept.

"I'm sorry," the girl's voice replied. He knew instantly who it was. "I didn't know who else to call," she said, her voice sounding choked. Lucas rose carefully from the bed, and then walked silently to the other room, shutting the bedroom door softly behind him.

Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

"Brooke, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice hushed but concerned. Brooke sniffled a bit, trying to calm herself down by taking a deep breath. His heart seemed to break in his chest at the sound of her crying. Keeping an eye on the bedroom door, he took a breath. "What happened?" he asked into the phone as Brooke started to calm.

On the other end of the phone, Brooke looked around the apartment she shared with Marvin McFadden. They'd met again in college and she quickly fell for him. They'd been living together for a year now, but Brooke's heart didn't seem to be in the relationship. Not that he noticed.

"It's just," she paused to take a breath. "I'm not sure why I called you. I don't even know what's wrong with me," she said with a slight laugh that made his heart flutter. "Did I wake you up?" she asked, her voice concerned.

Lucas shook his head in disbelief. Leave it to Brooke to call in tears and worry about him. He walked over to the couch and sat down, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, you did. Luckily I got the phone before Peyton woke," he said softly.

"Oh," Brooke stalled. "I'm sorry, really. It's stupid of me to be calling you. I just got to thinking about us, you know?" She closed her eyes, trying to keep her heart from beating erratically. "I miss you, Lucas," she said in a barely audible whisper.

"I miss you, too," he replied instantly. It was the easiest sentence he'd ever said. But he couldn't get over the fact that in the past five years, after graduation when they broke up, she never called. Not once. She had gone up to New York to work on her designs while he stayed in Tree Hill. His eyes looked again to the bedroom door, making sure Peyton was still asleep.

Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

"Do you think," Brooke paused, laughing softly. "Nevermind. It's a stupid idea," she said with a shake of her head. What was she thinking, calling him out of the blue like this? She was certain that he had moved on, especially with the mention of Peyton.

The thought of her ex-best friend sent a chill up her spine. Her hand gripped the edge of her seat as she swallowed the words she didn't want to say. Of course they're together, she thought to herself. Peyton always did love him.

"Do I think what?" Lucas's voice brought her back to the present. "I was just wanting to see you again, that's all," she confessed. Her heart seemed to stop as Lucas grew silent. What would he say in response to that one?

"I'd like that, Brooke. I'd like that a lot," he said with a smile in his voice. "But aren't you still in New York?" he asked.

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

"Actually," she said, perking up a bit, "Mouth and I are flying out to Tree Hill tomorrow. We're missing home pretty bad, and New York has gotten to be too big. We're going to look for a house," she explained.

It was Lucas's turn to have his heart stop beating. "You and Mouth?" he asked, amazed. "Well, yeah," Brooke replied. "We got together a year ago," she trailed off, sensing the hurt Luke must've been feeling.

"That's great," he said with a flat voice.

"Anyways," she said, trying to recover. "I had a dream about you tonight. That's why I called." She took in a soft breath, hoping the change of subject would get his attention else where.

"Really?" he asked, amused. "I had a dream about you, too. I guess we're connected still, somehow," he said with a slight laugh.

It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too

Lucas heard muffled talking on the other end of the phone, and he could hear a man's voice. Brooke came back onto the line a moment later. "Sorry," she said, her voice quieter now. "Mouth just got home. He says to tell you hi."

The corners of Lucas's mouth pulled down in a frown. "Will you guys fight over you calling me?" he asked, worried about Brooke. "I don't want any problems caused by me." A shuffling sound came from the bedroom and Peyton called out to Lucas.

"No, he doesn't know why I called," she paused, hearing Peyton's voice. "Does she know you're talking to me?"

"No," Lucas said, his voice a bit quieter now. "I don't think she knows that I'm on the phone."

And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue

Just then, the bedroom door opened and Peyton walked out. She scratched her head a bit, looking over at her boyfriend. "Is everything okay?" she asked, indicating the phone.

"Yeah," Lucas said, giving her a slight smile. Into the phone he said, "Call me tomorrow when you get into town. I can't wait to see you." After hearing Brooke's goodbye, he hung up the phone.

"Who can't you wait to see?" the blonde asked. She made her way over to the couch, sitting beside Lucas. She snuggled into him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Mouth," he said before kissing her head softly. "Let's go back to bed."