Peyton and Lucas stumbled into her room, Lucas hitting hitting his back on her door. She slammed it shut and held up her perspiring hands and interlocked them with Lucas'. Their hands dropped and released as Peyton swiftly pulled her shirt over her head, letting it collapse onto the floor leaving her in a pair of black lycra shorts and a red laced bra. Lucas pulled her in close and ran his firm hands over her thin arms. Lucas followed Peyton's lead and removed his fitted gray t-shirt exposing his muscular torso. Lucas placed his hand onto Peyton's heaving chest and grabbed hers, positioning it on his athletic chest, experiencing each others palpitating hearts. He took her hand into his and moved to Peyton's luscious bed where they laid and for hours, running their hands over one another and reminding Lucas what a good kisser Peyton was.

Peyton opened her eyes as she thought about what an amazing dream she just experienced. As she turned her head to the left, there he was.

"Thank god" Peyton whispered, so happy that she hadn't been dreaming. It was all real, they just happend to fall asleep on one another. It was what she'd been waiting for, to be able to wake up to him.

As she observed Lucas' chest rising and falling, Sia performed live in Peyton's mind: "Faint light of dawn; I'm listening to you breathing in and breathing out, needing nothing... you are beautiful, floating clouds, soft world, I can't feel my lips". She watched him sleep and smile took form on her face. He inhaled deeply and with a smirk on his face said

"I can feel you watching me sleep, quit it".

She giggled, "I thought I dreamt you up, I couldn't help it".

His right arm was wrapped around her neck and he pulled her in. She rolled onto her side, setting her hand once again onto his chest as she enjoyed the moment and closed her eyes, falling back to sleep.

When they woke up fifteen minutes later, both had their eyes focused directly on the ceiling; Peyton's drawing. Lucas couldn't help but admire it. Peyton's cheeks grew hot with fire, embarassed but proud. Changing the subject, Peyton brought up the next day, Monday.

"So are you ready to head back to school tomorrow? I'm sure you could get some time off considering what happend".

"Or we could play hooky and spend the day together" Lucas said, sounding like an overexcited little kid.

Peyton gathered her hair at the nape of her neck into a low bun, securing it with a thin black hair tie. "That'll work". As she began to rise out of the bed she felt two warm, strong arms pull her back under the covers. Lucas gave her a peck on the lips. "Luke, atleast let me brush my teeth, I've got nap breath" Peyton spoke, covering her mouth with her delicate hand.

He pulled himself on top of her, objecting "Oh shut up, you taste great". Peyton kissed him back, once again hovering above his lips. He opened his mouth slightly and she traced his lips with her sensitive tounge. Lucas was going crazy, no girl had ever done that to him before, it was an intense feeling. Peyton then rolled him over so that she was lying on top of him and threw back the covers. She kissed his neck and lept off the bed. She picked up Lucas' t-shirt and put it on, it covered her shorts making it appear as if she had just a t-shirt on. "I've got to go to the bathroom". Pointing towards her shelves of records and turntable she said "you know how it works". As the floor creaked beneath her bare feet, Lucas instead opted for her iPod which was over by her computer. The doorknob squeaked as Peyton turned it, closing the door. Lucas stretched his arms out as he walked over to her computer desk, finding the usb cable which connects the iPod to the computer. He plugged the usb cord in and turned on the monitor. As Peyton finished brushing her teeth she heard her the familiar tune of "Good Good Things" by the Descendents. She didn't have them on vinyl; she quickly realized Lucas had hooked up the iPod through the computer speakers so he could play the mix she made him. The hum of the bass tickled her feet. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was happy and life was great. She washed her face quickly so she could get back to her room. She twisted the doorknob and opened the door. Lucas was perched on the edge of her bed skimming through a beat up copy of "Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde. "Hey, did you ever finish this?"

"Not officially. I didn't finish it 'cause I didn't like the book as a whole but I did appreciate all the parts you highlighted, even though your not Mr. Subtle".

Lucas laughed, "what are you talking about?" teasing her, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"Oh, I don't know... the part that was highlighted, underlined and dog-eared. The part about children growing up loving their parents, judging them and sometimes forgiving them."

"Oh yeah, that part hahaha. It's a cool book though, you should try to finish it one day."

Peyton pounced on him, knocking him down onto her cranberry duvet. They both laid on their backs staring at the ceiling and listening to the music echo off of the walls. Lucas gazed at the ceiling, at the word "perfect", formed by pieces of confetti, in Peyton's sketch of them while the music echoed off of the walls.

"Well I know a place cool and warm. Cool in my blood and warm in my heart. So come on down and walk with me and tell me I'm your man. Let's see if I can get it right with you this time around. I'm not afraid of losing you my little girl but do you still believe in me like I believe? I've been thinkin' good good things about you. Cool and warm good good things about you. If you've been thinkin' good good things about me, so cool and warm when you put your arms around me."

"How is it that you find these songs that are so real, so true about us; our relationship? It's like that song was wrote just for us."

"I know, it's crazy right? I dunno, the song just sort of... found me."

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