Chapter 1 : The Beginning
Haley walks into her old home to join her family and catch up on good times.
"Haley, come sit, we need to speak with you." Haley sighed as she listened to her mother.
"What mom?" Haley was really annoyed with her mother right now.
"We're worried about you."
"Why?"
"Haley, you're 26 years old."
"And? Your point being?"
"You're not married. And you're still a virgin."
"Taylor's not married. She's almost 30."
"But she's a slut."
"Thank you mother." Taylor said. "Haley, you need to get laid."
"I'm not you Taylor." Haley got up off the couch. She stormed into the kitchen.
Taylor followed her. "I'm sorry sis."
"No your not. You're right."
"For once." Haley glared at her. "Sorry. But mom made me come. Did you know I gave up sex for this?"
"What a saint you are."
"But, I know a way to get them off your back."
"What?"
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Nathan Scott was just outside his condo and he was shooting free throws. He heard the door slide open.
"I found another thong on your couch. Blonde or brunette?"
"Red head. Big hooters."
"You need to stop this. As your manager, and your brother, I'm saying, you need a new image."
"As your money maker, I say I have a pretty good image Lucas. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have any income. And you wouldn't have been able to pay for the rock you gave Peyton. So, stop worrying about my life and start planning your wedding. Unless she left you?"
"Peyton didn't leave me. She's in LA for the week. She has to do some business."
"Right, if that's what you want to believe."
"I'm going to think up a new image for you. And you will listen to me when I give it to you. And you'll live it."
"Fine, but I will get a say in what I do."
"Deal."
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Haley and Taylor join the rest of the family in the living room. They sit down.
"Mom." Haley looked at her mom. "You don't have to worry about me."
"Why not?"
Haley looked up at Taylor who nodded. "I'm getting married."
"That's great, honey. What's his name?"
"His name?"
"Nathan Scott." Taylor shouted. "She's marrying Nathan Scott."
