A/N: Don't ever expect 4 chapters in one night again. =P

I hope you are all enjoying the story.

The days felt longer, in a good way now that Peyton had moved in with Lucas.

He found himself longing to be with her every second she wasn't around, and wanting more of her when she was around. He could see clearly what his heart was wanting, but he also could see what the reprocutions of answering his heart's desires would be.

Peyton had caught herself day dreaming about Lucas all the time.

The night they watched The Notebook together, she felt really close to him. When the couple in the movie were dancing out on the street, Lucas had whispered to Peyton that he felt like she was his Allie, when they were drunkenly dancing the other night.

The two blondes were seemingly crossing romantic lines. Their words were those of lovers, but their actions, apart from the occasional cuddling were platonic.

Tonight, Lucas had a surprise for Peyton, which he knew she'd be undeniably excited about.

He returned home to find Peyton straightening her hair.

Since it was naturally curly, at the short length she cut it to, Peyton had to straighten it, otherwise she was just inches away from having a white girl afro.

Good afternoon. He chimed, as he plopped himself onto his bed.

Is it? She laughed

Oh, very much so.

Lucas held up two tickets.

Are those tickets?

He nodded.

For what? She asked, and grabbed the rectangular items out of his hand.

Dash, tickets? No fucking way!

Cursing wasn't a normal occurrence with Peyton. She only tended to use the four letter words when she saw fit. This was definitely a cause for fuck.

They're playing some small dive, out in some redneck town, like 3 hours away.

Peyton put down her flat-iron and grabbed her purse.

Lets go!


They arrived in town about an hour before the band was supposed to play.

Peyton suggested that they get a motel room, and make it an overnight trip. This made Lucas feel a little uneasy. He and Peyton had a sorted history when it concerned motel rooms.

Despite his best judgments, he agreed to the idea.

The room they managed to get was the honeymoon suite. When the desk clerk offered it to them, the two blonde's looked at each other with confusion. Neither thought the kind of motel they were at would have a suite of any kind.

Peyton's mouth dropped when she opened the door to the room. It was as loud as loud can be. The walls were pink and red, and were covered with random heart shapes all over.

How romantic. Lucas laughed.

They started to explore their home for the night.

The bathroom had a pink fluffy rug, and there was a heart shaped Jacuzzi sitting in the corner.

The only thing missing are heart shaped condoms. Peyton decided, chuckling at her own remark.

Lucas settled himself on the bed as Peyton continued to look around the room in amazement.

So many hearts, Luke.

They had no bags, nothing to sleep in, no change of clothes for the next day. Lucas felt alive. Everything about this day so far felt spontaneous, and he couldn't imagine living such a day with anyone but Peyton.

Thoughts of spontaneity caused Brooke to enter his mind. It had been a week since she left, and not one word. Suddenly, his guilt about wanting to pursue something, anything with Peyton, was fading away.

The skinny girl joined Lucas on the bed.

If you couldn't tell, I'm really excited about all this. it's the perfect escape, just when I needed one.

His eyebrows furrowed. He wondered what was on her mind.

You never did tell me what happened with Ellie the other day.

She fidgeted, and wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to talk about it just yet. But she figured it might be a good idea to just get it all out.

Ellie told me the whole story.

As Peyton filled Lucas in on her latest sob story, he reached out for her hand. With his thumb, he stroked her skin.

The contact was enough to throw Peyton off kilter. She wasn't sure if Lucas was just trying to be a good friend or more. It was hard to tell the difference these days. Funnily enough, her and Lucas' friendship was similar to she and Brooke's.

The two were very touchy, but it was just different with a boy. Its always different with a boy. Especially when you think you are in love with said boy.

She finished her story. I guess we better get to the bar.


Lucas was right in his assumptions. The venue was indeed a dive. The floors were sticky, and no matter where they sat, it smelled like beer and piss.

Lucas was a little disgusted, but his opinion changed when he saw the smile on Peyton's face. She was loving every little bit.

What are you smiling at? She wondered aloud.

He just shook his head.

How about I get us some drinks?

Lucas kinked his eyebrow, and whipped out his fake I.D. which he had gotten from Brooke, on their first date.

Sounds good. You know what I like.

The boy went off to get drinks, and more people piled into the bar.

Dashboard Confessional were supposed to come on any minute.

Peyton looked at her surroundings. She was ecstatic over everything. Especially over the boy at the bar who was currently walking towards Peyton, with two drinks in hand.

She grabbed her drink out of his hand and took a sip.

Nice choice. She praised the boy.

I know.

A small spotlight shined on the tiny stage, where two microphones were set up. Two guys came out holding acoustic guitars. They introduced themselves and began playing.

Peyton hummed along to the music. The music she felt as though defined every fiber of her being.

Every few songs, both she and Lucas had another drink. That familiar feeling was returning. Both blondes were a little tipsy.

As the two guys from Dashboard began playing Hands Down, Peyton chuckled to herself.

What? Lucas asked.

This was the song I was listening to, when I almost ran you over. She laughed some more.

That's not funny.

The skinny girl stood up, and faced her friend. She stuck her hand out to him, and he placed his in hers.

Dance with me.

Everyone in the bar stared at the two blondes as they swayed as best they could to the music.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.

So wont you kill me, so I die happy?

Their eyes were fixated on one another. This was it, the both thought.

Lucas inched his face down towards Peyton's. She closed her eyes and felt the butterflies in her stomach do back flips. She pushed herself onto her tippy-toes to meet the boy's lips. Their lips crash into one another's slowly. The kiss moved sluggishly at first. As the crowed cheered them on, the two giggled, but continued kissing.

The next moment, the crowd disappeared. At that remained were the two teenagers, kissing, connecting to and through the music that defined them, this moment and everything between.

The rest of the show was a blur.

When Hands Down ended, Lucas and Peyton halted their dancing and returned to their seats.

Every other second they were looking at each other. It was flirtatious. They both couldn't wait to get back to their honeymoon suite.

Lucas held Peyton's hand all the way back to the motel. Neither one had spoken a word since the kiss. They were afraid words had lost all meaning.

The room was completely dark. Lucas let go of Peyton's hand, just to turn on the lights.

Peyton… He uttered softly.

Her hands wrapped around his face and pulled his lips towards her. They two blondes managed to make their way to the bed. They fell back onto the mattress.

Lucas pried his lips away for a second, and looked down at the girl who lied beneath him. His heart was practically beating out of his chest. He couldn't help but wonder whether or not what was happening was real.

Is this real?

Apparently, Peyton was thinking the same thing.

I think so. He replied before performing a familiar act upon the blonde.

His hands reached for the hem of her shirt. With help, he lifted the garment over her head. First, Lucas just breathed on her stomach.

His breaths weren't fast, they were long and steady.

Peyton's skin was warm on his lips as he pressed them against her milky white stomach.

This was ecstasy she thought, this really was real.

His lips returned to hers. Tongues collided and danced together, just as the two blondes did earlier in the evening.

Peyton watched as Lucas took off his own shirt. Even in the dark, she could see the definitions of his muscles. She always thought Nathan was more muscular, more toned, but with Lucas hovering above her, she could see that was not the case.

More clothing came off, and more skin touches.

Lucas decided it was time to release Peyton's breasts out from her sexy, black bra.

She helped him undo the back. As he pulled the little item off of her chest, he reveled at the bumps. This was the first time he'd ever seen Peyton's naked chest. One thing was certain, the sigh was breath-taking.

His mouth dipped in between the hills. He planted kisses all around them before finally taking one of her nipples into his mouth, causing Peyton to cry out in ecstasy.

As Lucas continued this action, Peyton managed to slip the boy's jeans off of his legs.

He concluded that Peyton was now wearing too much clothing, so he slipped her skirt off of her legs. As he pulled the jean garment down, his hands trailed and grazed every inch of skin they could manage to get a hold of.

Peyton managed to flip Lucas over, and situated herself to straddle the boy, who was now only wearing a pair of boxer-briefs, that were not doing a good job of hiding the engorged member that was yearning to escape.

She grabbed the hem of the fabric.

Ring Ring.

Peyton's phone rang.

Don't get it. Lucas pleaded.

For one reason or another, Peyton took the phone call as a sign. Just as they two of them were about to take things to the next level, an interruption comes.

She answered the phone.

Peyton? The accustomed voice called out.

It was Brooke.

Hey Brooke. What's up? Peyton answered as she removed herself from Lucas' body.

Lucas left the room, and went into the bathroom. He examined himself in the bathroom.

Too good to be true. He mumbled to his reflection.

Of course Brooke would call. Lucas felt like he was in some horrible movie with one of those unrealistic love triangles. The ending was clear in his mind.

Peyton knocked on the bathroom door.

Hey Luke, can I come in?

He opened up the door to see Peyton had put a shirt on.

Peyton. Was all he could muster.

She sat down on the toilet, which was closed.

I think we need to talk.

Lucas nodded in agreement. Moment of truth time, he thought to himself.

Silence.

He watched her green eyes as they gazed back at him. Both obviously afraid to acknowledge what was really going on.

This doesn't feel like us. She blurted.

Lucas' face drops. What does she mean by that? He wonders to himself.

We're friends, Lucas. This can't happen. I don't know what we were thinking.

She wasn't lying. She really didn't know what she was thinking. The blonde just felt as though now was the time to live in the moment. To ask questions later.

Friends.

Lucas, you're in love with Brooke. She cried.

I never said that. I just said I wanted to be with her!

Peyton stood up. What's the difference?

Peyton., you're the…

She cuts him off. Don't say anything.

Silence.

Look, can't we just pretend like this never happened?

He looked at Peyton with more confusion than he had ever felt before in his life.

If that's what you want.

Its what I want.

Lucas opens up the bathroom door.

I'll sleep in here, you can have the bed.

The skinny girl felt tears welling up in her eyes, before they fell, she left the room.

She made her way to the oversized bed, which seemed even bigger all of a sudden. More than ever, Peyton Sawyer felt alone, and it was all her fault. She let her tears fall, as she cried for the boy she wanted to be with more than anything else in the world. She wondered why things couldn't just be easy for them, why he had to have a conflicted heart, why she couldn't ever just make a clear decision.

I love you, Lucas. She whispered only loud enough for her to hear, as she laid her head down on her pillow and cried herself to sleep.

I love you, Peyton. The boy said to himself. Why did she have to cut him off, right when he was about to reveal the truth that he'd been concealing for almost a year now, but really for a lifetime. Peyton Sawyer was the only girl he'd be able to feel this way about. He knew it, but still he ran from it. He wanted to be wrong, he wanted to love another. Loving Peyton hurt just as much as his caused him happiness.

Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?

Basking in your victory, Hollow and alone,

While you boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who'll listen.

While you're left with nothing tangible to gain.

Let me know what you think.