"Almost finished," Tommy stated as he tightened something with his bare hands. He scrunched his face a tad while putting more strength into the tightening.

Peyton smirked at him, watching his different facial expression change along with the tasks. "Alright." She went back down to her sketch book and made a few more marks with her blue pen. "I'm almost finished too," she added.

Tommy made a tapping noise against her engine as he glanced up at her at the stool. "And you're almost done with what?" he asked curiously.

Pressing her lips together, Peyton continued filling in what she was working on. "It's a surprise," she stated with ease. A smile slowly rose to her face as she knew she intrigued Tommy. It was nice to know that she had that effect on someone.

With a rag, Tommy wiped his hands of the grease and dirt he collected while working on Peyton's car. He took a few steps closer to her and tried to peek at what she was working on. "A surprise, huh?" he noted calmly.

As she noticed his voice get closer to her, Peyton pulled her sketchbook up to her chest, hiding her drawing from him. She looked up at him and giggled. "You think you're smooth, don't you?" she asked with a smart tone.

Tommy simply shrugged. "I used to," he answered before smiling innocently at her.

Peyton shook her head with a grin on her face. "You'll just have to wait," she stated. Peyton angled the book on her lap so she could continue working, but only see the book herself. She didn't expect him to give up, but she didn't want him to see it before it's finished either.

Tommy tried to look once more, and ended up laughing when Peyton pulled away again. He backed up with his hands in the air, surrendering to her. A few steps later, he was back to the car, closing up shop. He closed the hood of Peyton's car and started cleaning up his tools furthermore. He didn't mind waiting on her to finish if that meant keep her in his company longer.

Exhaling deeply, Peyton ripped the page out of her book. She slid her sketchbook back into her messenger bag before hopping off of the stool and to her feet. She looked over the sketch once more, but quickly turned back to the stool. She laid the paper flat on the stool and added her signature to the bottom before turning back to Tommy. "Finished," she announced.

"Me too," Tommy stated.

Peyton handed the piece of paper over to Tommy. As he looked down, the first thing he noticed were the traces of blue in two large pools. The sketch was dividing into three sections, featuring a man with dark features. The first two hid his face. One, you could only see the top of his head, staring down into his lap, searching for the right keys of the guitar in his hands. The other had the man walking away to an unmentioned location. The last one, his face was finally revealed. He had a masculine face with chiseled jaw and strong cheekbones. His lips were well defined, almost feeling the tenderness that a kiss from him could supply. And his hair was a dark mess about his head, short, yet long enough to tousle between fingers. But his eyes were left a piercing blue, calling for all the attention. And in block letters, outlined with both black and blue ink, the words "More reason for us" were displayed above his head.

He looked up at Peyton with a glow in his eyes. He hadn't expected her to sketch something for him, nonetheless him himself. "Thank you," he sighed.

Peyton rubbed her lips together and stated, "It's the least I could do."

Tommy nodded, knowing that she was often modest. He didn't know how he could make her understand how much this comic meant to him. But then again, he knew there was something he wanted to do since they talked at G Major. In one swift movement, Tommy took Peyton into his arms and kissed her softly, yet passionately.

It was a moment later before Peyton pulled away from him to stare into those alluring eyes of his. She breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath and think of something witty to say. She couldn't think of what to say or do, and that was rare. Peyton just couldn't imagine what trouble she was getting herself into, and she created even more distance between him and herself.

"I should really get going," she stated. Peyton stared down at the ground and tucked her hair behind her ear.

Tommy nodded with a distressed expression. He hadn't expected to get that reaction, and it his him hard. He tried his best to hide his disappointment as he replied, "Of course." He backed away from her as well, placing his hands into his side pockets. He waited for her to follow before opening her car door for her, and standing on the outside of it.

Peyton slowly followed, standing across from him. They both let the car door create the distance between them, not really sure on what to do or say. So many times were they lost in thought together, but the time they spent was still pleasant.

"Here," she stated, letting Tommy's jacket slide off of her shoulders. She offered it over to Tommy in one hand. "Thanks," she said once more.

Tommy took the leather into his hands and shook his head at it. He reached around Peyton and placed it over her shoulders once again. "It looks better on you," he stated with a smile.

He waited for Peyton to sit in her car before closing the door for her. Tommy sighed as he stared down at her and into her eyes. It was so hard letting her go the first time at G Major, and now he'd have to do it another time before he'd meet her in Tree Hill and leave her again. He did his best to smile genuinely, but he was going to miss her more than she knew.

At the same time, Peyton struggled to reverse her car out of the driveway. She didn't want to leave him either. There was this connection that made her feel so safe. And to be with Tommy, even though she would be distanced from Tree Hill, she could have her two best friends back again.