Luke gets home. His mom sits on the couch reading a magazine. I hate how no one on television actually watches television. Luke says, "I looked for you." Karen makes some lame-ass excuse about the café being busy. She tries to apologise, but he doesn't let her off the hook -- he just goes upstairs to mope.
Peyton's in her room, staring at her computer screen. Her website consists of her staring at her screen. Yawn. Yet another hideous waste of perfectly good bandwidth. The phone rings. She picks up the phone, sees the number, turns the music up, answers the phone, and then puts it next to the speaker. Cut to Nathan holding the phone away from his ear. The phone rings again. She turns down the music and picks up the phone. She doesn't say anything. Nathan says, "I'm sorry." She pauses some more. He says he's sorry again. She says, "Peyton's not here right now. Just her lame music." Um, no offence, but imitation mall punk really is kind of lame. Nathan blames his bad behaviour on the fact that Lucas is on his team and his dad's giving him a hard time. He pauses. "But I shouldn't take it out on you." She pauses. Then turns off her web cam. She says, "Nathan, I'm tired of this." He knows. He also knows that he hasn't been very good to her lately, and he's sorry. Holy Moses! I can't believe it -- an honestly contrite moment from the "asshole" spawn. Nathan: "Just say it's okay, so that when I see you tomorrow we can start being us again, okay?" Peyton quietly says okay. But wait! Her subversive art says otherwise, as the doodle she was working on screams, in block letters no less, "It's Not Okay." Whoosh. That was an anvil just narrowly missing my head. Good thing I ducked before it smashed through the roof of the gym and shattered the backboard into tiny shards of glass meant to signify the end of the golden age of Peyton and Nathan.