"So what's on tonight's agenda…" I watched as Lucas cleared the table and walked over to the sink. "It is still your day so we can do whatever you want." I looked back down at the table but for once it wasn't because I was upset. I was just thinking…I didn't know what I wanted to do. I was used to sitting in my hot tub and relaxing when I came home at a decent hour, which hadn't been often lately.

"I don't know…can I be honest with you." I looked back in his direction as I turned in my chair.

"I'd prefer it…" he raised a brow as he continued washing dishes.

"Well…I kind of enjoyed it last time I was down here..."

"How do you mean"

"When we just acted like teenagers again…I don't really wanna be an adult with responsibilities and an actual life…not tonight." I looked at him with hopeful eyes…even though I didn't really know what we were supposed to do to get that feeling back. Planning to feel like a kid again probably wouldn't work.

"Works for me" he shrugged his shoulders as he turned off the water. "Now back to my original question…what's on the agenda for tonight?" he laughed as he walked over to me.

"Umm…what the craziest thing the two of us did in high school." I looked up at him and waited.

"easy…that would be the night we got in your car and wound up in New Jersey at Six Flags the next morning." He laughed again and I joined in.

"And it was a school day so the park was close to being empty" that was the craziest thing we had ever done and it was the best day of our senior year…at least for me it was.

"Okay…although it sounds like fun and therefore extremely tempting… I'm not driving anywhere and you can't…so we're not going to Jersey."

"Can we go to beach" I don't know where that came from…the idea just popped into my head and out of my mouth. It was starting to sound like a good idea though.

"Now that sounds like a plan…hope you don't mind walking…like I said…I don't feel like driving anywhere."

"It's fine" I stood and we walked into the living room. "Umm…can I borrow a shirt from you or something…if I remember correctly it gets kinda chilly at the beach this time of the night." He nodded and I followed him upstairs and into his room.

"Actually…you know what, if you don't mind a sweatshirt, those are in the closet in the guest room."

"That works…but only if I can have one that's been worn a few times. They're more comfortable when they've been broken in." I felt bad about being picky but he didn't seem to mind…he never really did.

"Let's see" he whispered to himself as he scanned the closet in what was going to be my room for the night. "How about this" he pulled out a well worn grey hoodie. I smiled when I recognized it…it was the same sweatshirt he worn throughout high school. The word's Keith Scott Body Shop were still clearly printed across the back.

"I can't believe you still have that" I shook my head as I went to take it from him.

"Hey…if you don't want it, it's fine…you can freeze." He held the hoodie out of my reach and smirked.

"Luke…" I whined as I tried reaching for it again.

"No one told you to be so damn picky"

"I can be picky if I want to…now give me that sweatshirt…please" I looked at him and pouted.

"Oh no…now that's not gunna work." I looked up at him pathetically and he caved just I knew he would. "You suck Peyton."

"No I don't…I just always get my way" I smiled triumphantly as he handed the hoodie to me.

"Oh really" he looked at me oddly and I slowly backed away from him.

"Lucas…" I said slowly.

"Yea…" he had a cocky smile on his face as he got closer to me.

"What are you doing" I back up until I hit the edge of the bed.

"Oh nothing…its just my turn to get what I want."

"And what do you want"

"Oh nothing much…your just gunna tell me how much you missed me since high school." He shrugged his shoulders as he stepped closer to me.

"Who said I miss you at all" I teased.

"Oh really, you didn't miss me…not even a little bit." He raised a brow as he stopped in front of me.

"Nope…not even a smidge." I closed my eyes and shook my head. "And you'll never get me to say otherwise."

"Wanna bet" I opened my eyes to him staring at me.

"Not really" I whispered…I really wished I could back up more.

"Too bad" his hands reached out and grabbed my sides. I tried to run but he pulled me back and began tickling me.

"Ohh…Luke don't….please" I screamed in between laughs.

"Did you miss me…"

"Not at all"

"That's alright" I was going to regret this…I knew it already. Luke knows all my weak spots…the places that would have me on the floor in tears from laughing so hard.

"Luke…." I squealed as I tired running again…once again my attempt was in vain. "Ohh I'm begging you…please stop" my voice was barely above a whisper from laughing so hard.

"All you have to do is say one simple thing" he laughed as his hands moved to another spot on my body, his fingers still busy at work.

"Never" I breathed out.

"Fine by me" my stomach was starting to hurt now. I turned my body in an attempt to squirm away but instead I wound up facing him and our lips met. We both pulled back quickly, staring at each other, unsure of what do next. His arms were still around my waist, our eyes locked. He was the first to move as he slowly leaned in towards me. Our eyes closed before the distance between us vanished.

I felt his hands snake onto my lower back, his finger tips sending chills up my spine as they hit my bare skin. I tilted my head back as his lips trialed kisses along my neck. This wasn't right…none of it…but it feels like it is. His legs started moving and I followed his lead as we moved back towards the bed. His hands gripped high on my legs as he hoisted me onto his waist, my legs automatically wrapping around him. He laid me gently on the bed, his lips never leaving my skin. All my muscles began to tighten as his hands pushed into my sides, creeping slowly up my torso. I tilted my head back further as I pushed my body up into his, my breath getting caught in my throat. He was the only one who ever had the ability to make me lose control with a simple touch. His hands slipped slowly back down and found mine. Despite my cast he gripped both my hands without hurting my wrist. As his fingers locked with mine the passion quickly disappeared. That miserable night with Stan was now in my head and it wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm sorry" I whispered hoarsely as I maneuvered myself from under him. He watched me walk out of the room but didn't say anything. Tears were already on my cheeks by the time I walked out the front door. My mind was swimming as I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I inhaled deeply as I placed it between my lips. It helped settle my nerves a little as the tears began to dry on my face. I buried myself in thought and as soon as my cigarette was done I placed a new one between my parched lips and lit it. I leaned my body against the house and closed my eyes. I'd give anything to block out the last 4 years of my life and every last disgusting memory I had of Stan.

I wanted to leave and go to back to Brooke's…that way I could avoid Lucas and explaining what had just happened…why I suddenly ran out on him. I would've have left already but I had no clue how to get back to Brooke's. I looked at the door just as my second cigarette burned out. I had no choice but to go back in. Even if I was going back to Brooke's, her number was in my cell, which was in my bag, which was in the house. I threw the cigarette stub down and reluctantly walked back into the house.

When I walked into the room I found a note sitting in the center of the bed. –I'm sorry about what happened. It was out of line and I hope I didn't just ruin our friendship. You have someone else and I'll remember that from now on. Once again I'm sorry. You're welcome to stay for the night…I hope you do. I'm here if you need me Peyt. Lucas-

I smiled sadly as I laid the note down on the side table. He had his own thoughts on why I left…although he was wrong, it did stop me from having to explain anything to him in the morning. The clothes he left me were still sitting on the chair and after a few seconds of debate I chose to change.

I pulled the covers up over my body as I laid in the bed in Luke's shirt and boxers. It didn't feel that odd, probably because that's what I usually wound up in when I fell asleep at his house. If Brooke was still up I would borrow something from her but she usually was asleep before us and it was just easier to take something of Luke's instead of waking her up.

I closed my eyes but sleep wouldn't come to me. I sighed as I grabbed my phone from off the side table.

"Can't sleep"

"Nope…just laying in bed with my eyes closed." I admitted as I sighed deeply.

"Care for some company" I looked over at the door to see Lucas sticking his head in. I nodded as I closed my phone and set it back down.

"Thanks" I whispered as I sat up and rested my back against the headboard as Lucas sat next to me. I cringed slightly as my wrist started bothering me. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip as I gripped my wrist with the other hand. It was the second time this had happened…it was hurting more now then it had before though. I could feel my entire hand throbbing as I fought back tears.

"Let me see" Lucas gently took my wrist in his hand and started massaging my forearm right where the cast ended. I felt my muscles slowly begin to relax as the pain began to subside. "If you get the blood circulating again it'll stop the pain and your hand will start to relax itself."

"Where'd you learn that" I questioned as I watched his hands.

"Pediatrician remember" he smiled at me before letting go of my wrist. "any better"

"Yea, thanks" I moved my arm back into my lap as we sat in silence.

"Listen…I just wanted to apologize again…" he began but I cut him off/

"Don't…" I looked over at him and as the clouds moved in the only thing I could really make out were his eyes shining in the dark. "and I don't want it to change anything either Luke"

"Let's hope it doesn't" his voice was sad…I could hear it. I can't say that I'm certain things won't change between us…in a way it feels inevitable. The tears were building again and I wanted so badly for them no to fall but as I felt the moisture on face I gave up on trying to stop them. "Hey…what's wrong"

I fell into him and without a word he wrapped his arms around my shuddering body. "Peyton what happened" his voice was serious and I knew he was talking about what had happened…what had made me come home. "Please talk to me"

"There's nothing to talk about. I just don't wanna lose you…what would I do if I didn't have someone to call in the middle of the night" I forced a small laugh. He sighed but pulled me closer.

"You're not gunna lose me" he whispered into my hair. He knew I was lying but he didn't say anything. He just held me because he knew that's what I needed. It might take awhile, but he knows I'll talk when I'm ready and not a second before.

"Luke" I whispered, my voice barley audible.

"Hmm…"

"Can you stay with me…please"

"You didn't even have to ask" he pulled back the covers and slid in next to me. I buried my face in his chest and we found ourselves in the same position we had been in on Brooke's couch earlier. He dropped a kiss on the top of my head as he pulled me closer to him. It didn't take long for my eyes to start closing and before I knew it I was once again sleeping comfortably in Luke's arms.

Maybe her eyes are just a little bit red
Almost all the time
Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarettes
When I climb into bed with her at night

She don't wanna try

But this just feels so right

She's almost perfect
She is so close to being everything
She's almost perfect
But she's not, she's not mine

Maybe she knows she drives me crazy
Just bats her eyes like she's my baby
Maybe she's quick to let her tongue fly at me
She's not the most proper lady

She's almost perfect
She is so close to being everything
She's almost perfect
But she's not, she's not mine

I'm the one to blame I know I caused this crash
So now I wander in this mess
Into this lake of sour mashed
Through my head the notion that

Maybe she's not quite honest with me
Almost all the time
Maybe I know there's someone else in her life
When I climb into bed with her at night

The song is "Almost Perfect" by Ingram Hill