A/N: Ok, so I felt bad leaving this story with an open ending.Plus, youreviewers asked for more and I obliged. Hope it meets your expectations and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill.
It had been a long day. Peyton Sawyer laid in bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. This had been the worst day of her life. She had been mulling over all the things that had gone wrong. Her dad had left, again. This time he hadn't even said it to her face. He left a note. Nathan, Rachel and Cooper had gotten in an accident. Rachel was still in serious condition. Though Peyton didn't know Rachel very well, her heart went out to the girl. She knew that Rachel was in love with Cooper, a man that didn't love her. It was how she felt about
Lucas. Lucas. That was another thing she didn't want to think about. She had accepted that Brooke and her could never be friends, but how was she supposed to face Lucas. As far as he was concerned, they were still good friends. How could she be good friends with someone she had feelings for? Especially a good friend who was in love with her former best friend.
She turned on her side. She should probably get changed. She was still wearing her bridesmaid dress. But the closet was so far away and her tears had blurred her vision. It was already so late. Did it even matter? Suddenly her throat tightened and a coughing fit began. She slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. A glass of water sounded really good. Maybe it would stop the coughing or at least, ease the painful feeling she got every time she swallowed. Though she doubted water could do anything to help it.
She reached the kitchen, not a sound to be heard but the howling of the wind against the windows. As she poured her glass, the wind ceased suddenly and all that was left was silence. And she hated silence. A knocking at the door cut through her silent house like a knife. Her heart beat increased rapidly. It was three o'clock in the morning and someone was knocking at her door. She set her cup down. Part of her wanted to run upstairs and hide under the covers, the other part was curious as to who it was.
The curious part won over. She approached the door slowly. Standing on the tips of her toes, she peered out through the top window. The figure was too blurry to make out, but she had a feeling who it was. The last person she wanted to see right now. Sighing, she opened the door. He was turning around ready to leave.
"Luke?" she said softly. Why did she do that? Why couldn't she just have let him leave? He turned around and looked straight at her, his eyes filled with such heavy emotion. And suddenly panic filled her. Had something happened to Nathan? Is that why he was here so late? She watched as he stepped closer to her. His feet lingering just before the threshold of her house. Then unexpectedly, he took her hands. She couldn't help but shake. She had a terrible feeling he was going to have some terrible news to tell her. She couldn't look at his eyes anymore. She felt them burning a hole in her very soul. She tried to breath, but the only way she could was by looking away. He had that affect on her. Then she felt him tilt her chin back up to look at him. She watched as he took a deep breath.
"Peyton," he said, "Do you love me?" Peyton let a huge breath. This was the last thing she needed right now.
"Don't do this Lucas," Peyton said closing her eyes, unable to face his piercing blue eyes. She pulled her hands back. "I need to know Peyton."
"It's been a long day," Peyton said almost too quietly, "Brooke's not talking to me. Nathan and Rachel are still in the hospital. My dad left again. It's three thirty in the morning and I see you standing on my doorstep." Peyton sighed, "I don't even know why I answered the door"
"Well, you did"
"Lucas, what do you want me to say? Do you want me to say no so you can go be with Brooke?" Peyton said, her voice rising, "Because I'll say it. No! I don't love you"
"Do you really mean that"
"What do you think?" Peyton went to shut her door, but Lucas blocked it with his foot and pushed himself inside.
"I think you love me," Lucas said firmly.
"You know I love you. I recall having this conversation before. Let me give you some clues. A library. A bullet in the knee. A promise you wouldn't hold the fact I love you against me"
"I'm not holding against you," Lucas said calmly taking her hands to stop them from fidgeting.
"Yes you are! You're angry because I told Brooke that I still had feelings for you," Peyton said angrily as she pulled her hands away and began pacing, "Why else would you be here"
"I love you too." Peyton's eyes widened. An uncomfortable silence followed where Peyton stood there with her arms crossed, her eyes darting around the room. Lucas just stared at her waiting for a response.
"But?" Peyton asked finally breaking it.
"But what?" Lucas asked confused.
"There's always a but. Like, for instance, but I'm with Brooke. But I'm not in love with you. But you're-I don't know-ugly." Lucas laughed at her as she sat down on the bottom step of her stairwell. "This is not funny Lucas"
"There's no but this time," Lucas said sitting next to her.
"You show up at my house at three thirty in the morning telling me that you're in love with me. Well here's what I think. You think you love me, but maybe you just are afraid of letting go of me. Maybe I'm like a comforting back up plan. Well, if Brooke doesn't work out there's always Peyton. She'll always be hanging on for me. And now that Brooke's pulling away from you, you're just making sure I'm here for you"
"You know that's not how it is," Lucas said desperately.
"Really? Because you've spent the last year trying to prove to Brooke that I meant nothing to you and to tell you the truth I've finally started believing it myself"
"I was confused, Peyton. I didn't know what I wanted"
"And you know now"
"Yes. I want you. All of you"
"Where have I heard that before?" Peyton said bitterly. Seeing Lucas's hurt expression, she face softened, "Did you ever think that maybe we've had our chance? We should move on." Peyton sighed getting up and dusting off her dress. "You should leave"
"People who are meant to be always find their way in the end"
"That's Brooke's line"
"I don't care. You and I are meant to be. And after all this drama, I've found my way back to you. And if you think I'm leaving here without you admitting I'm right, then you got another thing coming to you"
"Even if you are right, it doesn't matter. Life is too complicated right now. What with-" she never finished that statement. Lucas's lips descended on hers in a searing kiss. And at that moment she knew he wasn't kidding around. He really did love her. She missed the feeling of his lips against hers, the touch of his hands against her waist. The way he pulled her flush against him. Slowly, he pulled away resting his forehead on hers.
"I'm tired of pretending, Peyton. I'm tired of burying my feelings for you. Tomorrow I'm going over to Brooke's hotel. I'm going to tell her I can't be with her and that I love you. And when she's done yelling at me, I'm going to come back here and take you out on our first date." He placed another small kiss on her lips.
"Do I even have a say in this?" Peyton asked still shocked from the kiss.
"You can pick the restaurant."
Yeah, corny ending I know...but I couldn't help it. I'm a stickler for cheesy happy endings!