I know, I know. I suck for abandoning this fic but I really had no idea to end it. Anyway here is my haphazard attempt for an ending.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fic you feel you've read, heard or seen before...

Peyton entered the apartment to find Lucas on the couch watching some basketball game rerun. Expecting him to turn as she entered, Peyton was stunned to find Lucas intently staring at the screen showing no indication he realised she had returned. Sighing loudly, Peyton waited for a response from Lucas and when she didn't receive one, she loudly marched into the kitchen, throwing her things with a bang on the counter as she searched the cupboards for a glass. Filling up the glass with water, Peyton leaned against the sink waiting for the arrival of Lucas, hoping he got the hint with all of the noise she made that she was waiting for him to approach her so they could talk.

No luck. Peyton listened as Lucas simply turned up the volume of the television to drown out the noise she was making. Peyton rolled her eyes as she set her empty glass on the sink. So he wasn't going to make this easy for her. Damn him.

Peyton approached him as he sat in front of the television. She took a seat on the couch next to him, close enough so their knees were touching but Lucas made no indication that she was there.

"Lucas?" Peyton started, looking down at her entwined hands in her lap, so she missed the fleeting look Lucas threw her away before focusing back on the game.

"Lucas?" Peyton tried again, this time turning to face him as she lay a hand on his forearm. Lucas audibly sighed as he reached for the remote and turned off the television.

"What?" Lucas asked as he still faced forward, not willing to look at her.

"We need to talk." Peyton tried.

"Yeah, we needed to talk this morning when we first woke up, but that didn't stop you from leaving." Lucas grumbled, as he finally turned to face her. Upon seeing the dried tear tracks on her cheeks and her red puffy eyes, he immediately calmed and his protective side came to the surface. He pulled her to him so her head rested underneath his chin as she curled up against his chest.

"I'm sorry." Peyton apologised. "I just didn't know what else to do. All I could keep thinking was that you were going to wake up and tell me it was all a mistake. I couldn't handle it if that happened."

"Peyt, why would I say something like that? Have you not noticed what had been going on here for the last couple of weeks?"

"Maybe." Peyton replied as a slight blush rose on her cheeks. "So then, it wasn't a mistake?" she asked timidly.

"Definately not." Lucas grinned. "I think we may need to have a repeat performance."

Peyton swatted his chest as she moved slightly out of his arms so she could look up at him. "You're such a guy. This is serious, we should really talk about it especially if we're going to keep this living arrangement."

"In my mind there's nothing to talk about. It's not like we haven't done this before."

Peyton sighed as she moved back into her original position. "I guess you're right."

The two sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Peyton suddenly sat up again.

"But, are you sure you're sure? What if things get complicated because we're living together? Maybe you should find another place to stay? Maybe –"

Lucas cut her off as he pressed his lips to hers, silencing her protests as the two continued to kiss.

The End