An album plays on the turntable, and I'm glad of one thing -- that Peyton makes the effort and listens to vinyl. I'm not so glad of this hokey situation that has them redecorating while wearing stylish designer clothes. I mean, who paints in their art-house, eighty-dollar t-shirts? Whatever. Brooke bounces around the room and says to Luke, "Okay, Broody, show us what you've got." He lifts up Peyton's bed and moves it out of the room. Once it's completely out of the doorway, Brooke bounces over and closes the door. When did Brooke become the girl who's always in a good mood? It's tiring just typing bouncy-here, bouncy-there. Anyway, it's time for a girl-to-girl: "Wanna hear a secret? I know you do!" Peyton attempts to stop her before she starts, but it's hopeless: "I'm falling for him. Big-time." Peyton doesn't say anything; well, Brooke really doesn't give her any time to say anything before blabbing on: "Speechless! I know you are, it's crazy, right? This is like l-o-v-e, mad crushed out, I am in big trouble." Peyton smiles; she doesn't really say anything, and she for sure doesn't say anything about her and Luke. Plus, why is it Peyton's responsibility to say anything anyway? How come Luke's such a coward and just can't tell Brooke himself?

Before Peyton can continue, Brooke asks what's playing on the stereo. It's Teagan and Sarah. Silly Peyton, she knows that, but what's the song called. In a poignant, how-art-reflects-life moment, Peyton answers, "'Don't Confess.'" Is it okay if I burst out my protective footwear? Because heavy objects are going to start falling from the sky and instead of "Acme," they're going to read "Irony" and "Happenstance." Please, can someone kill me now? Luke comes back into the room, and Peyton makes some lame excuse about forgetting to buy paintbrushes. Then the excuse gets even lamer as she pretends to not feel too well just to get rid of them. Luke looks confused, because he wants to sit down and talk to Brooke about the two of them, and Peyton's obviously chickening out. Brooke says, "Well, how about we do it tomorrow night after Lucas's mom gets back?" Peyton gives a clipped "fine" as her answer, while looking poignantly at Luke. Brooke, of course, doesn't notice any of it, but whatever -- I'll play along with the whole denial thing. She tells Luke that he can buy her a hot chocolate, teases Peyton about getting thinner and not barfing too much, and then she bounces out of the room. Luke holds out his arms in the universal gesture for what-the-fuck, and Peyton says honestly, "I can't do this to her. I just can't." Luke looks at her for a minute, and then leaves.