We began walking toward the beach house; Brooke was still making sure we had all our alcohol. That's the only condition about going to Nathan's; we have to bring our own drink. Which didn't bother me, I mean I didn't really drink, much to Nathan and Brooke's disappointment.

I struggled with the bag of alcohol Brooke had made me carry, she drank too much. I stumbled up the steps and managed to reach the door just in time for the handle's to give and the alcohol fall on the floor. Miraculously none of which actually broke. I looked up as I caught a few people's attention and saw Lucas, standing there, staring at me. I half smiled, when Nathan walked into my line of sight and smiled at me.

"Hey Peyton." He walked over to me and kissed my head.

"Hey," I smiled "How are you?" I asked more for starting a conversation than actually caring.

"Tim's hoping all that booze is for Brooke." He gave me a cheeky smile. I don't know why I said it, maybe to protect my friend, or get him to shut up.

"No, that bags all mine. And there are two more of my bags in the car." Brooke wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

"That's my girl." She smiled. She knew I was lying, but no doubt would hold me to it.

As the night grew longer, and I drunk more and more, I felt a stronger urge to talk to Lucas. I mean I hadn't since he moved out, and I missed our chats. Plus, we'd kind of parted on bad terms. I kept telling myself that was the reason we were avoiding each other, but I was just too scared to talk to him again. He'd told me something that I wanted to forget, but I was too scared that it was too late to go back on what I told him at the time:

***3 months ago***

Peyton and Lucas were sat on the floor in his mother's house. Lucas had moved back in with his mom about 5 weeks ago after Dan had kicked him out. Lucas and Dan both knew why, something that Lucas didn't want to share, but he'd happily gone back to his mom's. The only reason he was with Dan was because Dan had threatened him to stop paying his mom child maintenance.

Lucas was sat cross legged on the floor with his back against his bed, and Peyton sat opposite. Lucas wished that he could tell Peyton how he felt about her, but his jerk of a brother was her boyfriend. He smiled at her, only now feeling the awkward silence that began to suffocate them.

Lucas moved his legs a little to sit up straighter, and looked into Peyton's gorgeous green eyes. He smiled at her, his lopsided smile that she pretended not to love, but couldn't help doing so.

"Peyton," Lucas broke the silence, "I think that I need to tell you something." Every part of his body was screaming at him to stop, but his heart pushed them all aside to shine. He saw the blonde look up at him, looking deep into his blue eyes; he thought that he could see a relieved look that he had broken the silence rather than her.

He studied her beautiful face, the way her curls delicately hung over her face and brought out the green of her eyes. He could think of a million love songs to play over this moment if it were a film, but none of them could truly depict his feelings in their words. Her eyes were searching his for an answer; her soft skin was hidden by the lack of light in the room. "I think I've fallen in… love… with, someone." He spoke, almost inaudibly.

Peyton's eyes lit up, she searched Lucas' for some kind of hint that it might be the person she hoped for. Herself. Lucas looked away, almost as if he didn't want her to figure out who it was. Peyton leant up onto her knees and lifted Lucas' chin with her fingers. She knew she shouldn't feel this way toward her boyfriend's brother, but it was almost as if his sole purpose was to tempt her into adultery. She smiled at the thought. She relished at the thought; that Lucas Scott might be interested in her, that he might take her face in his hands and kiss her until the end of time, and then carry on.

"Who Luke," She whispered. "Who do you, love?" He looked down, she wished she could find the courage to lift his head and kiss him, but she just fell back sitting on her feet as before. There was so much energy in the room at that moment. This was the first time she had been truly excited for years. That things that might start to go her way.

Lucas on the other hand was sweating; he could feel the beads of it running down his face. He truly wished he'd not said anything. This was a mistake. He looked to the floor so hard, trying to think of an excuse, and the first thing that came to his mind had ended breaking her heart, instead of fixing it as he had hoped.

"Brooke." He said quickly.

"Oh." Peyton could feel her heart being pulled out of her chest. She imagined that Brooke was somewhere here, laughing at her expression. She let the tears fall down her cheeks. Lucas automatically knew he'd made the biggest mistake of his life. Telling the girl he loved that he was in love with her best friend was not the smartest thing he'd ever done. Peyton got to her feet; she wiped the tears with the back of her hand and grabbed her shoulder bag pilling the books she'd brought over to study back into it. Lucas grabbed her hand and looked up into her water logged green eyes, one's in which he'd just seen shine. She pulled her hand away, and whispered five words that he would never forget, but try everyday to forgive,

"I hate you Lucas Scott." She walked out, slamming the door. Making that the last time they had spoken.