"P.Sawyer!!" Brooke screamed my name as she slammed through the front door. "Get your blonde ass out here right now!"

I smirked and waited until she walked into the kitchen as she kept screaming my name. She walked into the room and stopped in her tracks when she saw me making a sandwich.

She smiled, "Oh! Well perfect!"

I laughed, "Brooke, what is going on?"

"How could you not tell me?? I mean we live together for god sakes! And you kept me in the dark about this?"

"Brooke! What the hell are you talking about?"

She stopped rambling and rolled her eyes at me, "That Mia got signed on to do a summer tour with Dashboard Confessionals! What else?"

I laughed, "Oh yea, sorry I was going to but it just kept slipping my mind. Plus, it's not like you're a huge Dashboard fan."

"Peyton, you're my best friend, and I want to hear about all of your accomplishments. I'm proud of you, P." I smiled at her, "Plus, the lead singer is completely gorgeous. You think you could pull some strings?"

"I laughed and nodded my head knowingly, "I knew there had to be something else." She giggled,

"Aww, Peyton, you didn't have to make me a sandwich. You're too good for me!" She grabbed the second sandwich from the plate and I opened my mouth to protest, but was cut off by another voice,

"Davis, I think that's mine." Brooke stopped mid-bite and looked behind her to see Lucas walking into the room. She looked back at me and raised a brow,

"Too late. Besides, Peyton owes me. She didn't even tell me that Mia got signed to tour with Dashboard Confessionals! Isn't that amazing?"

Lucas looked at me then back at Brooke, "Well yea, actually I already knew." He said as he walked back to my side, "And I'm happy for her." He looked into my eyes and laid a comforting hand on the small of my back. His touch sent shivers down my spine, but I played it off as nothing new. Which, I guess it really was nothing new. Every small touch or look I got from Luke made me feel completely out of control.

Brooke's mouth gapped, "Excuse me? You knew before me? You" We laughed and walked to sit down at the countertop. Brooke walked around to in front of us with her hand on her hips and scoffed.

I smiled, "Brooke, he was there when I found out and that's why he knew." She looked back at me, but this time there was no hint of a smile, all I saw was disappointment.

"Shouldn't he have been at some basketball game or something?" I glared back at her, unaware at why she was so angry. Lucas looked at his watch, oblivious to the exchange between the two of us.

"Speaking of basketball, I have to go meet up with Skillz to set up the end of the year basketball charity event." He stood and looked down at me, " But we're still on for movie night, right?" I nodded and he smiled, squeezed my arm and waved to Brooke. When the door slammed I looked back at the brunette and waiting for an explanation.

"God, I feel like I'm taking a trip down memory lane. Back to senior year." She stopped and looked at me, "A little familiar, isn't it?"

I stood up and walked to the sink to wash my dish, avoiding her eyes, "What are you talking about, Brooke?"

"Hmmm let's see… being best friends with Lucas after he gets through an emotional break up, while the whole time you're holding back your feelings with him?! Peyton, you're in love with him."

I shut off the water and finally look at her, " What's your point?"

"My point is, that this past month you and Luke have gotten back to your old selves. Back to hanging out any chance you get. Playing that stupid music game, watching movies, taking walks. It's this little dance you guys have always done, but it's not helping you anymore Peyton." She grabbed my hand, "I'm not mad, I'm just worried. Ever since you came back, I've seen you so upset. And I don't want you to get hurt again. Why aren't you telling him how you feel?"

"Because, it's not that simple. Me and Luke are finally in a good spot and I don't want to ruin it. I can't tell him I still love him and lose him again. I need him in my life, no matter what he is I just need him." I looked back up at her and smiled, "Thank you for looking our for me, but I'm good right now. Besides, like you said, this is just a routine that Luke and me do. I'm used to pushing my feelings under the carpet for him. I can handle it, ok?"

She smiled at me, "Ok fine, I'm sorry. But next time you're band gets signed or whatever please just keep me informed first."

I laugh and pull her into a hug, "Deal."

I smiled as Lucas tried to figure out the DVD player. The curves of his back tensed as he failed to get it to work. He groaned loudly,

"Sawyer, if I remember right, this is your DVD player. Tell me again why you don't know how to work it?" He glanced back at me with raised brows.

I laughed, "Well usually Brooke gets it to work, you know since its all high tech and she's the rich one."

He stood up nodding his head, "Well where is she tonight?" He plopped down on the couch next to me; I felt the closeness of his arm by my leg. The electricity radiated without me even having to look down.

"She's sleeping at Owens." I quickly glanced into his blue eyes, and suddenly noticed the rise of the sexual tension. The idea that we had the whole house to ourselves was exciting, but also impossible to act upon, "And I'm sorry but I do not see any pictures going across the screen. You're supposed to be all manly and able to figure out problems like these… I guess you're not as much of a man as I thought."

He threw me a pained look, followed by one of his heart-melting grins, "You know that's not true, Peyt. Because if I recall, I did plenty of manly things for you when we were younger, what with broken cars, and appliances. I was your own handyman."

We laughed and I was about to open my mouth to respond with a clever come back, when there was a loud rumble of thunder that shook the whole house. I jumped and grabbed onto his hand, gripping it tightly.

Lucas chuckled, but squeezed my hand tighter, "It's ok Peyton, just a storm." I looked up into his eyes, and then noticed how much closer his face was to mine. My heart began to race as I felt his finger tracing small circles in the palm of my hand. His other hand rose to my face and gently pushed a strand of my hair behind my ears. Our breathing had quickend.

"You're wearing your hair curly again." He whispered so softly I barely heard him. I nodded, not taking my eyes from his, " I love your curls" He leaned into my face, and our noses softly touched each other. His lips were moving closer to mine.

Then there was a strike of lightning and the house went dark.

We stayed put, and I heard his breath moving fastly. I wanted to move that extra few centimenters and connect our lips so badly, but I knew that there would be no good in that. So I pulled away, "Crap, the fusebox"

He held onto my hand and stood up, "Well lead me to it…" I stood up with him and gripped his hand as I walked slowly in front of him to the basement.

"I hate this basement. No matter how bright it is or dark, it always gives me the heeby-jeebies." I heard him chuckle behind me.

"You always were kind of a scardey – cat."

I scoffed, "Well can you blame me, what with creepy stalkers following me around and tying me to chairs in old basements?" I meant it as a joke, but noticed Luke's hand tighten around my hand and his hand on my shoulder stopped me from walking into the basement. I turned around and was close enough to him, that even through the darkness I could still see his beautiful face looking down on me with concerned eyes.

"You think about that a lot?" His voice was gentle.

"Yea I do," I whispered,"But I don't really like to talk about it. Just like a lot of the other dark moments of my life. I've learned a lot in the past few months. I've learned that I need to be happy with myself, and I can't do that if I always focus on the hard times I've had. I need to move on." I looked up into his eyes, and I couldn't read what I saw in them.

"But sometimes it's ok to think about the past. Sometimes its ok to want things in the past. You don't always have to move on." His voice sounded small, as if by saying these words loud, they would take a whole new meaning and change everything. But they did so much at the decibal they were at.

I opened my mouth to respond, but at that moment the lights flashed on. I couldn't take my eyes away from his. What was he trying to tell me?? He pulled me closer and I felt his hands tighten around my waist. I slowly raised my hand to his cheek and he closed his eyes and leaned against my touch. My heart was racing so fast, I was sure that he could see the movements it took through my shirt. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew that no matter how much of a mistake it was, I didn't want it to end. I felt his hand raise to my hair and graze my cheek .

He opened his mouth, and I prepared myself for his words, but right before he went to speak, there was a knock at the door. We both softly groaned, and I hesitantly pulled myself from his arms. I smiled at him and walked to the door.

I turned the knob and softly gasped as I saw the soaking wet figure in my doorway.

What did you guys think?? Who is at the door??

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