Peyton pulled up the Harrison home and stepped out of her car. As she approached the front door, she leaned down to get the spare key from under a potted plant. She had gotten used to making herself at home with the Harrisons, and it was nice. In a way, she felt more apart of that family than she had in her own home sometimes. Still, as soon as she popped her head in, she called out to let the others know she was there. "Harrisons!"

Sadie squealed as she hopped down the stairs. "Peyton! I can't believe you're leaving!" she stated.

Caught in Sadie's open arms, Peyton returned Sadie's hug. "I know. It's been really great," she remarked.

"Maybe I can swing a ride to the concert," Sadie said hopefully.

Peyton nodded anxiously and replied, "That'd be great." She didn't know what exactly it was, but Sadie reminded her a lot of Brooke. It might've been the perky disposition, or the love for a good party. Whatever it was, Peyton missed Brooke more than ever, and anyone close to her was good enough.

A smile grew on Sadie's face. "And then I could meet Lucas," she added with a devilish look on her face.

Promptly, Peyton shook her head. She knew that it was a joke, but that was a line she didn't want her new semi-Brooke to cross. "Because we all know how well that'll work…" she said a little bitterly.

Sadie gave Peyton another hug, more like a quick squeeze. "Things will work out between the two of you," she reassured. "And with Brooke too."

Peyton sighed and smiled faintly at Sadie. "Thanks," she stated. "I hope you're right."

"Rarely am I wrong," Sadie said with touch of sass.

The two of them shared a chuckle, and yet another hug. They had definitely bonded over the days, and it was a shame that it might end here. They shared multiple late night talks, partying at clubs, homemade spa treatments, and even the occasional moments of sadness. They got along better than anyone had expected, especially Jude.

Peyton pulled away to look at Sadie. She opened her messenger bag and dug into it for her sketchbook. "I drew something the other night," she started, still trying to grab her sketches. Once she got the book out, Peyton started to thumb through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "Here," she said, handing Sadie a paper she had just ripped out of her sketchbook.

Sadie took the page into her hands, looking it over with much delicacy. It was a black and white sketch of a beautiful young woman. Her hair was long and flowing, she had the perfect body, skinny but still with nice curves. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, simple, but still making a statement about the girl. And in the middle, shaded carefully, was a red heart. Using similar red shading, the pictures was lined vertically with the words, "More than meets the eye."

Touched, Sadie smiled at Peyton with a different look of compassion than Peyton had noticed previously. "Thank you," Sadie cooed softly.

Peyton shrugged it off and replied, "No prob." She slowly closed her sketchbook and placed it back in her bag. She looked back up at Sadie and watched her surveying the sketch. Peyton tucked her hair behind her ear and started, "I just thought about some of the stuff we talked about, and that's what I started sketching. There's more to all of us than other think."

Sadie nodded, knowing that was an understatement. If she had met Peyton off of the street, or in school, she probably wouldn't associate with her. Just knowing that Peyton was an artist, or that for the most part she kept to herself, their personalities that showed wouldn't have meshed well. But the personalities that they have, and aren't necessarily thrown out into the open, those were connected in ways they never imagined.

"You have my number, and my e-mail, and my messengers," Sadie commented. "Make sure you use them."

With her lips pressed together, Peyton nodded. She took a few steps over to the back of the couch to grab her duffle bag. She put the strap across her shoulder and looked at Sadie. "You have my info too," she reminded Sadie.

Sadie nodded as well. "PunkNDisorderly," she stated from memory. She grinned to herself, thinking about that name. "You know, I never thought I'd miss someone that goes by the name 'PunkNDisorderly'," Sadie remarked.

Peyton let out another laugh. "There's more than meets the eye, and don't you forget it," she said, pointing her finger at Sadie.

"Never," Sadie said in a bold manner. She sighed and held her hand out in front of Peyton. "It was nice meeting you, Peyton Sawyer."

Taking Sadie's hand, Peyton shook it twice. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Sadie Harrison."

Both of them smile at each other before hugging again. A week at the Harrison house, and it was like a home away from home. Not only that, but she had two new friends that became like sisters. Peyton almost wanted to become "Peyton Sawyer Harrison" for that matter.

Peyton took a deep breath and started out of the front door. She started to close the door behind her, but took one last glance back at Sadie and the house. It was so much easier saying goodbye to Jude, knowing that she'd at least meet her again at the benefit concert. For some reason, Peyton had a feeling she wouldn't see much of Sadie or the Harrison home anymore, and it upset her.

Clearing her throat, Peyton continued out of the door and down the front steps. She threw her duffle bag into the back of her car. Out of habit, she stared up at the sky for a moment, debating on whether or not to put the top up on her car. She decided she'd be fine without it as she hopped in and placed the key in the ignition. Peyton took another look at the house from the outside before she backed out, and drove down the street.