A/N: Ugh, okay. So I'm terrible. I've had this written, practically forever. But I saved it, not having the time to post it because I had to go, and then ended up completely forgetting about it. So I stumbled across it, and decided I should probably put it up. So sorry for the wait.

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"Pizza." He smiled.

"You're no pizza guy." Peyton whispered, her hands shaking.

Lucas shook his head, "Can I come in?"

Peyton bit her lip, looking up into his deep blue eyes.

She finally nodded, stepping aside and he walked in.

"Nice place you got here." He smiled, turning back to face her.

"Thanks, but Luke..."

"No. Peyton, let me talk." Lucas insisted, handing her the pizza, and sitting down beside her on the couch.

Peyton sighed, taking a slice of pizza.

"I should have called. And not just before I came, but anytime. It's been..."

"One hundred and twenty six days." Peyton filled in for him.

"Since I've called you.." Lucas finished. He was happy that Peyton knew how many days it had been as well, meaning she had probably missed him just as much. But that also meant she had missed him, and had spent just as many of those one hundred and twenty six days crying and eating this greasy pizza as he had.

Peyton nodded, "I didn't call either." She just shrugged it off, like it was nothing. And that was what Lucas didn't understand. It was a big deal.

Lucas watched her for a moment, looking for any hint of emotion. But nothing. There was nothing.

"I flew out here today," He began, "To win your heart back. But it looks like you're not interested. So apparently this was a waste of my time, and a waste of yours. I'm sorry for trying."

And with that he stood up, leaving the box of pizza in his place.

"Lucas, wait!" Peyton shouted, getting up and running after him.

He turned around, sighing. He noticed the tears running down her face, and he reached out to wipe them away, but she stepped back.

"One hundred and twenty six days." She practically hissed, "That's how long I waited. For you to tell me, that I was done making the biggest mistake of my life. One hundred and twenty six days, and there wasn't a single one that I didn't miss you."

"So then why didn't you just come home, Peyt'?" Lucas shook his head.

Peyton opened her mouth to answer, but she just couldn't. She just broke down crying even harder, and collapsed into Lucas' arms.

"Nothing made sense without you, Luke." She whispered.

He wrapped his arms around her as she buried her face in his chest, and it was as if nothing had ever changed between them. Because that's what it felt like.

She still fit perfectly into his arms, just like she used to. His arms still rubbed her back the same way they used to when he would comfort her. He looked at her with the same look he had one hundred and twenty six days ago.

She looked up at him, "I was wrong."

He raised his eyebrows, "How so?"

"I told you before I left, that it wouldn't matter with us whether I were to stay or go. Because I was gonna love you forever." Peyton frowned.

"What are you talking about?" Lucas asked, "Do you still love me?"

Peyton smiled, "Of course."

"Then it didn't matter. It was the fact that we love each other that I made it out here."

Peyton simply stood up on her tippy toes, kissing him gently.

"I'm gonna love you forever, Lucas Scott." Peyton grinned, "Take me home."

"Tree Hill, here we come." Lucas laughed.


edit: i'm sorry i didn't make this more clear.

but for now, this is the end of the story. as i said at the beginning, i had it planned as a threeshot, and i suppose i see how it seemed like it was going to be continued, but it's not.

this is just...the END. :)

i have other story ideas coming up that i'm sure you'll all enjoy so keep an eye out for me! ;)


:) reviews would be lovely.