Ok, so if you read the last chapter which was named "Home Sweet New Home" go back and read chapter nine "Welcome To Tree Hill" Because I was a 'tard and uploaded the wrong chapter. Haha. So after reading Chapter nine read chapter ten, then come back and read this chapter! Haha. - Brittany

The first month of school went by so fast. Everything was going perfect. Pete and the rest of the band have been in the recording studio working on their new CD. I've heard a few song. They are amazing. But what else is new?

"Peyton? Are you home?" Pete yelled.

"In the kitchen." I yelled back at him.

He sat his bass down by the stairs then made his way to the kitchen. He leaned against the door frame and looked at me for a minute.

"Are you cooking?" He asked with a smirk.

I gave him a small smile. "Trying being the word."

Pete made his way over to the counter and leaned over it.

"Peyton you know I love you, but your cooking not so much?" He said moving back before I could hit him.

"Ok. I do not cook that bad!" I protested.

"Do I have to bring up the Mac N Cheese incident of last month."

My mouth dropped. "Hey! How was I suppose to know that Mac N cheese could burn?"

Pete chuckled. "Honey, pretty much anything you cook can burn." He leaned far over the counter to kiss my head. "And that's coming from someone who can barley make PB & J."

"Well I think you'll like this." I said pulling the pan out.

Pete looked down at the burnt Chicken on the pan. He poked it a bit and a part broke off. He looked at my with wide eyes.

"Want to eat out?" He asked.

I sighed. "Let me go change."

I took off the oven mitts, looked down at the burnt chicken then left the room.

20 minutes later I came down stairs in a pair of skinny jeans and a babydoll T. Pete let out a whistle from where he was standing by the door.

"You look hot Babe" He said taking my hand.

I looked him up and down. I let out a laugh. He looked at my questioningly.

"What? Do I not look hot?" He asked in a serious tone.

I shook my head. "No its not that. Its just-" I stopped to laugh. "We are wearing the same jeans." I began to laugh really hard.

Pete looked at his pants then mine. He began to laugh with me. "What can I say? I make cute comfy jeans."

"I know that's the truth."

"Shall we go?" He asked putting his arm out for me to link with him.

"We shall" I replied linking my arm with him.

The restaurant was packed. Luckily Pete had called ahead to reserve a table. The paparazzi had already taken 5 pictures. Sometimes it really sucked going out in public with Pete. But it was worth it.

"Cant even eat chicken without getting a picture taken." I said putting my fork down.

Pete reached across the table and gently traced his fingers across mine.

"I'm sorry, Peyton."

"Its ok. I guess I'm just not use to it." I said turning my hand over. He linked his fingers into mine.

"I love you. You know that?" He asked.

"Yeah I do." I smiled. "I love you."

"Is it possible to love someone this much?" He asked.

"Yeah. It is." I smiled. Then leaned over to kiss him. And of course camera flashes went off.

The next morning Pete and I were flipping through the TV and saw our faces. We stopped to hear what they were saying about us this time.

"Last night Pete Wentz and his Girlfriend Peyton Sawyer were seen eating dinner at a restaurant downtown. A fellow restauranter apparently heard a conversation between the two. He said they shared 'I love you's.' A little soon for that don't you think? Here is a picture of the two kissing after what seems to be the 'I Love You's' were said."

I look the remote out of Pete's hands and turned the TV off. I looked at him with a pissed off look.

"Peyton-"

I cut him off. "Don't say your sorry. I'm tired of hearing it."

"Well I don't know what else to say. Its not exactly my fault!" He threw at me.

I looked down trying to hide my tears. "I know. I know its not your fault. Its just so hard."

Pete put his fingers under my chin and moved my face up to look at him.

"Peyton. Don't cry. I know its hard. But who cares what any of them say. They don't know how or what we feel for each other. So just brush it off. Ok?" He told me. I nodded. "Ok. Come here." He said opening his arms for me to come closer to him. I of course did.

"I love you." I told him in a almost un-audible tone.
He kissed my head and said "I love you too."