A/N: Ok, here's the epilogue...It's not very long but I just felt this is how I wanted to end it. I wanted people to know what happened with Brooke and Peyton, Rachel's baby and of course Leyton! So hopefully you enjoy it! And as always, reviews would be spectacular! Oh and check out my new work…Nothing and Everything! I promise it's good! Well, at least I hope it is...

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Epilogue: Getting what you deserve

I'm crazy. Yes, me, Peyton Sawyer. It's been a year since I tenderly planted my lips on Lucas Scott's oh-so-kissable ones. And surprisingly, one year later I'm still smiling. I'm not going to lie to you and say that it hasn't been hard. There are times I want to jump out my window or crawl under the covers and wait for better days. I still reach for a bottle of bourbon when it rains, knowing I won't find any in our house. And I'd be lying if I told you I still don't sneak a cigarette out on porch when Lucas leaves to get dinner. I'd also be lying if I said I didn't know he knew that.

Lucas and I have been living together for four months now. We're actually living in my dad's house. My father decided to live out his dream and take a sailing trip around the world with some of his dredging buddies. Instead of putting the house up for sale and as a result putting Rachel out on the street, he sold it to me for one dollar. It was, after all, already paid for. So Rachel lives with us and she sleeps with her newborn in my dad's room. Her son will eventually be staying in the spare room and Lucas and I are in my room. Most of the time, Rachel's at Mouth's house so Lucas and I have had a lot of time to ourselves. I love living with him.

We ride together in the morning to college. We scheduled our classes so that they're at the same time. We eat lunch together outside on campus. We've really turned into one of those sickly sweet couples that make you gag. But I don't care. Because I like being all coupley with him. Especially when we get home and make dinner. We can barely keep our hands off each other.

Right now we're sitting on the beach. Like we were a year ago. It's a big birthday party for Bevin. She and Skillz are going away next week for her real birthday. It's kind of freaking me out how I predicted this. It's like a strange sense of déjà vu. Karen gave birth to a little girl and named her Hannah Willa Scott. The birth happened one day after Rachel had her own son. She named him Sawyer Andrew Gattina. Those two babies are sitting next to a sandcastle Karen, Rachel and Mouth built. They look so enamored with the sand. Sawyer keeps scrunching it in his hands and Hannah wants to eat it.

If you're wondering, Sawyer was indeed named after me. At first, she was going to name him Peyton, but that would be too awkward. You have no idea how honored I was when she told me. I think I cried. Sawyer is a miracle child. He not only was born full term, but he came out without a scratch on him. He was fully developed and no signs of mental defects. Oh and Haley and Nathan just got here. They're matching. I don't think it was on purpose but both of them are wearing Duke t-shirts and jeans. Oh and guess what? Haley's pregnant! She's four months pregnant. Due in June.

But my favorite story of all has to be Brooke's. You see, Brooke went off to NYU for college. She and I kept in touch, and everyday we're getting closer to where we once were. She told me she got this great boyfriend who lived a couple blocks off her campus. He treated her really well and according to her the sex was amazing. Totally, not something I wanted to hear. But she was happy and that's all that mattered. So I asked her to bring her boyfriend home for the engagement party.

So there she is laying on her stomach, her bikini top untied so she had no tan lines. Her boyfriend is rubbing the suntan oil on her back. He's taking a break from annoying the hell out of me as only he can. He's my best guy friend. He's Chris freaking Keller, and he's dating Brooke Davis. And they're pretty serious. I didn't know this until this morning when they showed up hand-in-hand. See, I may talk to Chris every night, but we never talk about his relationships. Because I just assumed there's a different girl every night, but I was wrong.

"Is this weirding you out?" Lucas whispers in my ear as he slides behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"What? Brooke and Chris?"

"Yeah."

"Umm I don't know. I think I'm still too shocked to respond."

"I think it's weird. I just keep thinking of that night I found them together."

"Oh Luke," I say softly turning my head to face him. We share a passionate kiss and as we pull back, he smiles.

"All better now." I chuckle and place my hands over his.

"Life's great right now," I say leaning my head back on his shoulder. He reaches down and places a small kiss where my shoulder meets my neck. I feel my eyes flutter closed.

"Marry me, Peyton." And just like that they snap open as I quickly turn around.

"What?" I croak out, my voice barely able to contain the emotion behind it. His eyes are shut I notice and they slowly open to look at me. He gets down on one knee and pulls out a black velvet box.

"It's simple really, Peyt. I can't imagine life without you. And it feels like you and I have already missed out on so much. I don't want to lose another day. I want to be with you forever. So I'm asking you to be my wife and make me the happiest man on the face of this Earth." The first thing I notice when his speech is over is that all of our friends and family are staring at us with dropped jaws. I bite my lip and smile at him reassuringly. I don't know if this is the best path I could take. I don't know if it's the right one All I know is what I feel in my heart as I look at our surroundings. This is where I always want to be.

"I'm yours," I say, echoing the words he used at Rivercourt not too long ago, "if you'll have me after all the crap I've put you through." He smiles as he stands up and shakily removes the small diamond ring from the box and places it on my finger. I can barely hear the clapping in the background as I pull him in for a lingering kiss. This is definitely the best day of my life.