Brooke: Oh, great. You kiss Peyton, again, and I’m pushing you away! God!
Lucas: I love you, Brooke. I don’t know how else to say it.
Brooke: How about how you show it? I am not pushing you away, Lucas. I am holding on for dear life, but I need you to need me back. Okay, why wouldn’t you tell me about the kiss? And why didn’t you call me while you were away? And why won’t you ever just let me all the way in?
