PART I
"One week!" Haley bounced happily into their bedroom, jarring Nathan as she settled on the bed.
He groaned his eye cracking open slightly to peer at her before snapping shut again and nestling into the pillows. He burrowed his body into the blankets, relishing the warmth around him and trying his best to ignore his fiancée's chatter.
"Nathan." She moved her body up along his, her much smaller one coming to rest along the length of him, her fingers playing with his ears as he continued to try and disappear under the pillows. "Aren't you excited? A week from today we'll be husband and wife!" She giggled as he merely snored in response. Wiggling her eyebrows at his back, she moved her hands under the covers, seeking out the warm flesh of his back.
"Shit! Hales!" Nathan grumbled, his head springing up as he tried to pry her cold hands off his back.
She giggled, moving her hands lower to skim underneath his boxers as he continued to wriggle away from her.
He flipped over, pinning her beneath him, his hips rubbing against hers, his body no longer asleep. She giggled again, seeing the quick response in Nathan, feeling his body warm against hers.
"That wasn't a very nice way to wake me up." His hands moved down her arms, pushing up the hem of her t-shirt.
Haley rolled her hips beneath, took the quick intake of breath as the appreciation it was. "You're right. I better make it up to you." She moved her hands between them, her fingers moving beneath the waist band of his boxers, the cotton riding low on his hips. Reaching her head up to kiss him, she ignored the warning of morning breath, pushing her tongue between his lips, kissing him completely. His taste was intoxicating, her body wanting more from him, wanting to feel all of him. Nathan groaned loudly, his hands fisting in the cotton of her t-shirt, pushing it up past her breasts, wanting to feel flesh.
The phone rang loudly beside them causing Nathan to curse. He continued to kiss her, willing her to ignore the incessant ringing.
"Nathan. The phone." She wiggled underneath him, trying to reach for the cordless.
"Machine… will… get it." Nathan broke out between kisses, enjoying this form of distraction as his hands moved over her breasts, flexing once, twice.
"But…" Haley's protest died on her lips as Nathan's mouth descended, taking her into his mouth. Haley arched off the bed, her hand coming to rest on Nathan's neck, all but pulling him tighter to her.
"Tutor-fiancée! Answer the phone." Brooke's voice broke the quiet sounds of their moans of pleasures.
Nathan moved his head, groaning with displeasure. "Well if that doesn't ruin a mood." He looked down at Haley, saw the same look of interrupted pleasure and rolled to let her grab the phone.
"Haley James! Pick up the phone. I don't care how great Nathan is in bed."
Pressing at the phone briskly, Haley spoke tersely into the phone. "What Brooke?"
"Hey, so you are there. You sound tense. I must have interrupted something. Good."
Haley shook her head slightly, pulling the blankets around her as she felt Nathan's hand move over her stomach again, tracing light circles on her skin. She sucked in her breath sharply, glaring at him in warning, to which he only gave her a smirk.
"You called because…" Haley tried to steer Brooke back to why she had called.
"I wanted to make sure you had remembered our appointment today."
"Of course I remembered Brooke, it is my final dress fitting." Haley felt Nathan's hand cruise lower, his fingertips running beneath her plaid pajama bottoms, the pads of his fingers sliding under the band of her underwear. She tried to focus on Brooke's words as Nathan's hands slid even lower, Haley sucking in a shaky breath.
"I know it's your dress fitting, but I just wanted to check. Do you want Peyton and me to meet you at your house, or at the shop?"
"Um…" she was having a very hard time following the conversation as Nathan's hand moved even lower, his fingers exploring her. She tried to glare at him, get him to stop as she turned her body, but he held her in place, his body hard along hers. Haley moaned slightly and tried to cover it by clearing her throat.
"Are you guys having sex right now?" Brooke sounded impressed.
Nathan leaned to whisper in Haley's ear, "How does it feel baby? You feel good."
Haley groaned again, his words licking a fire within her as his fingers continued to roam and circle.
Brooke laughed throatily, "You get yours tutor-fiancée! We'll just meet you at the shop. Don't be late!" She hung up laughing.
Haley hung up the phone abruptly, her body all but quivering. "I am going to kill you." She wiggled again, but Nathan moved over her, pinning her with his body. Leaning down he kissed her, his tongue licking at her mouth as his fingers continued to probe.
Haley's breath came out on a long guttural moan, and she saw the wide smirk spread across his features. "I don't hear you complaining."
Pulling her shirt over her head, she kissed him fiercely, her body wrapping around his. "Oh honey, I'm not."
Pushing him back against the pillows, she devoured, wanting him as much as he wanted her.
The soft morning glow shined through the window as they tumbled together in the warm sheets.
"Now remember, you have to pick up your tux today before four." Haley called from within the shower.
Nathan chuckled from the edge of the bed. "I know, you've only reminded me about twenty times."
Poking her head out from behind the shower curtain she gave him a quick smile. "I only do it because I know how the day can escape from you." She moved back underneath the spray. "And I want you to get over there before the tux shop closes. You have to make sure the tux fits right. Take Luke with you."
"Yes ma'am." He moved off the bed, coming to stand in the bathroom, his hand pushing back the shower curtain. "Now why am I not in there with you? Water conservation and all." He grinned at her and Haley found herself grinning back as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair.
"Because as much as I would love to save water with you, I have to meet Brooke and Peyton in a half hour and we don't have any time for water conservation." She closed the shower curtain again.
Pouting, Nathan moved to stand in front of the bathroom mirror, feeling at the rough stubble across his cheeks and chin. The evidence that he hadn't shaved was clear across Haley's chest, the slight red burns that she would curse him for once she found them.
"I'm so excited to try on my dress today. All the alterations are done, and it should be perfect." She paused briefly, the sound of the pounding water the only noise. "Nathan?"
Nathan's eyes darted from his own reflection back to her form, the outline of her hazy behind the curtain. "Yeah?"
Her voice was low, the words rough. "I love you."
Startled by the sudden mood change, Nathan pushed back the shower curtain again, worried. Haley stood there, the water streaming around her, her hair falling in wet tendrils on her shoulders, her eyes big with tears.
"Hey." He reached to shut off the spray, grabbing a large towel from behind him to wrap protectively around her. He plucked her up in his arms as the tears continued to fall, bringing her over to sit close with him. "What's wrong?"
Her body shivered, wracked with chills as she struggled to slow the tears. Nathan ran his hands up and down her body, hoping to warm her up as the water soaked into his pants.
"Hales, please tell me what's wrong. I'm starting to freak out."
She looked in square in the eye then, trying to give him a smile, but the tears still escaping. "I love you so much Nathan."
Nathan's eyes narrowed, not following why this was a reason to cry. "I love you too Hales, you know that."
Haley's body shivered against his, and she wiped at her eyes. "I know you do. I just can't believe we're actually getting married on Saturday. I feel like I've been waiting my whole life for this, the moment when I get to give myself to you forever, in front of our friends and family. And sometimes it feels like I can't wait another second to be your wife. Is it crazy? Is it possible to love someone too much? I couldn't stand it if we weren't always like this, like we are right now. You're the most important person to me, and I don't know what I'd ever do if you weren't there." Her lip trembled again and Nathan leaned over to soothe, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
"You're not going to have to worry about that for a very long time, until we're old and gray and we're side by side in an old folk's home. I love you. Sometimes I think I love you more than you love me, and then there are times I'll catch you smiling at me, and I know that what we have is what everyone would kill to have. I know, without a doubt, that I love you a little more everyday. Even when I think I couldn't possibly love you any more you go and do or say something that sends me reeling off that cliff again. Even if it's something as little as passing me the newspaper in the morning, the sports page already on top. It's in every little action that you show me how much you love me, and I know that if I can show even one tenth of what you show me, that you'll always know how much I love you."
Haley's eyes watered again, but this time her mouth was wide in a jubilant smile. "Nathan." She pressed a slow, smoldering kiss to his lips, her mouth opening to slip her tongue across his. She pulled back, the tears dried from her eyes. "You are one of a kind Nathan Scott. And I'm a lucky girl to have you. You make me so happy."
Nathan grinned, "I'm lucky to have you too." He pressed his forehead to hers, feeling the softness of her skin against his. His fingers snuck under the thick cotton, feeling the heat of her skin as she quivered against him.
Her head dropped back as his fingers traced the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. He spread his hand low across her belly, feeling the heat slide. Haley's mouth moved to nip at Nathan's earlobe, pushing him back against the sheets, the towel slipping away. Her hair fell in damp curls around them, a veil surrounding their kisses as Nathan's hands moved over her, taking his time to feel her heat, to feel her ready for him.
She sighed, the sound soft against his ears and he felt the heat surround him, and all he could see was her.
"I'm so sorry I'm late." Haley rushed into the wedding shop nearly an hour later, a very impatient Brooke and Peyton in front of her.
"Yeah, you said that on the phone." Brooke tapped her foot, her hands on her hips. "This is why I called to remind you. I knew that the minute Nathan started touching you, you'd forget everything."
Haley blew the hair out of her eyes, fixing a look at Brooke. "Who says Nathan had anything to do with it?" She tried to sound indignant.
Brooke smirked, and even Peyton had a funny smile on her face. Moving close, Brooke pushed Haley's hair behind her shoulder, her fingers tracing the red marks that lay scattered across Haley's collarbone and chest.
"I take it Nathan forgot to mention the razor burns." Peyton spoke up, trying to stifle a laugh. Brooke handed Haley a compact, allowing her to see the tender red spots across her chest.
"Ah! I'm going to kill him. I told him I had a dress fitting today." Haley growled, looking for her phone to rip into Nathan.
Brooke closed her hand around Haley's, halting her movements. "Don't punish the boy for being good in bed. Let's just try and cover up some of the red, and then we'll try on this dress."
"Yeah, Hales, don't worry, we told them you had a family emergency and were rushing over, so they know we're going to be late. Really late." Peyton slung her arm around Haley's shoulders. "Don't worry; we're not going to punish you for getting some action."
"Oh God." Haley slumped against Peyton.
"You're in an awfully good mood." Luke observed as Nathan whistled along side him as they walked towards the tuxedo shop.
Nathan shrugged, trying to keep the smile off his face but failing. "What can I say man? I'm getting married to the woman I love. That's reason enough to be in a good mood."
Luke narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Normally I'd agree but I have a feeling there's more to that statement, and I think it might cause my ears to bleed."
"Oh you mean because Haley and I have sex." Luke slammed his hands over his ears, groaning. "Yeah, hate to burst that bubble for you bro." He quirked an eyebrow at Luke, before stopping in front of the shop, turning to face him. "I never say anything when you and Peyton come over and your shirt is on inside out, or Peyton's got a giant hickey on her neck."
"That's different." Luke pouted as they walked into the tux shop.
"Why? Because Haley's your best friend? Well Peyton's my ex-girlfriend. And it isn't that different. But who cares, we both have sex. Good for us." He slapped Lucas on the back, moving toward the front counter of the shop.
The female attendant straightened as they walked towards her, her eyes alight. "Can I help you?"
Nathan smiled politely, ignoring the way she fluttered in front of him and Luke. "Yes, we're here to pick up the tuxedoes for the Scott wedding."
"Oh okay." Her smile faltered slightly. "And you are?"
"Nathan Scott. The groom." He laughed as the saleswoman's eyes immediately left his and sought out Luke's.
"Oh okay, well I'll be right back." She turned, giving Luke a long look before disappearing into the back.
Luke laughed nervously, "I'm going to miss you doing that to girls. I thought the travel agent was priceless, her batting her eyelashes when you were booking the trip to Greece, until you mentioned it was for your honeymoon." He laughed again, Nathan joining in.
"I know, it's amazing. You plan weddings and girls flock. You say you're the one getting married, and it all changes. Though I think our little saleslady has her eye on you brother." He jabbed Luke in the side.
"Only because you're the groom." He pulled at his collar. "So are we trying these on?"
Nathan nodded, "Yeah I promised Hales. I really think she would kill me if I brought it home and it wasn't right. Tim's supposed to be here soon to try on his too."
With that, the woman reappeared, the tuxes hanging elegantly. "Would you both like to try them on, make sure the alterations are correct?" She spoke towards Nathan, while stealing glances at Lucas.
Nathan stifled a laugh. "Yeah, we would. My fiancée would kill me if they aren't perfect." He grabbed the tuxedo off the rack, heading for a changing room, all but stranding Lucas. He could hear his brother fumble outside with an excuse to skip the flirting, before he slammed into the room next to Nathan.
"I'm going to kill you." Luke gritted out quietly, his voice audible through the thin wall.
Nathan just laughed, slipping on the shirt and vest. "Love you too, bro."
"C'mon Hales! Are we going to have to pull you out?" Brooke spoke impatiently from the plush waiting chairs. They had been waiting for what felt like hours for Haley emerge from the dressing room. The attendant had left awhile ago, but still no Haley.
Just as Brooke was about to push her way into the room, the door opened and Haley stepped out. She didn't meet their eyes, but instead moved to stand in front of the three mirrors, her reflection surrounding them.
She turned then, braving to look at Peyton and Brooke, a bubble of laughter rising in her chest at their mirrored looks of shock and awe.
"What do you think?" She stood anxious in front of them.
Peyton opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it again, her eyes welling with tears. She turned towards Brooke, hoping she could speak up for the both of them but found her just as incapable of speech.
"Is silence a good thing?" Haley looked curiously at the two girls she had never seen without something to say.
Brooke nodded quickly, clearing her throat. "Hales. Oh my God, you look gorgeous."
Haley blushed, "Really?" She looked down at her dress. She had settled on a loose, silky dress over the princess style Brooke had pushed in the beginning. The bodice of the dress fit her snugly, the silk sliding over her. It flared at her hips, falling gracefully around her thighs where it whispered against the floor. She had fallen in love with it the minute she had seen it, and even though she had tried it on numerous times, just knowing that she would be getting married in only a few days had made it that more special. She had stood for what seemed like hours in front of the mirror, taking in her reflection, twisting this way and that, looking at herself from every angle. She felt beautiful and special, and she couldn't wait for Nathan's reaction to her in it.
The silk felt wonderful under her hands, and she could only imagine Nathan's hands grazing over her as they danced their first dance together. Now, standing in front of Peyton and Brooke, she knew she had chosen right.
"Haley, that dress is perfect." Peyton wiped at the tears that clouded her eyes.
Brooke stood hastily, moving to stand beside Haley. "P. Sawyer's right. You look stunning Hales. Nathan is going to blow a fuse when he sees you in this." She bumped hips with her.
"Thanks guys. I'm so glad I have you two with me." Haley wrapped her arm around Brooke's waist and motioned for Peyton to join them. "You're the two best friends a girl could have. And I'm so glad you'll be a part of my wedding. It wouldn't be complete without you. Hey!" She spoke happily. "Go get your dresses and let's see how they all look together. Get a preview for Saturday." She smiled wide at them.
"Hell yeah! C'mon P. Sawyer." Brooke dragged Peyton off, leaving Haley to smile wistfully at her reflection.
"We look good Luke." Nathan looked at their reflection in the wide mirror, the sharp black tuxedos making them look lean and fierce.
Luke posed in the mirror. "I look like Bond. James Bond."
Nathan scoffed. "You're a dork. And if anyone looks like James Bond, it's me. I'm tall, dark and handsome. You're blond, lanky, and squinty." Nathan turned to the side, buttoning the jacket briefly. "Damn we look good."
"You both do look very handsome. You picked out a very good style of tuxedo." The saleswoman spoke up behind them.
"That was all Haley. I wouldn't know what to choose." Nathan opened his jacket, studied the ivory vest beneath. He turned to look at the saleswoman. "And this is the vest that was ordered, correct?"
"Yes sir. Your fiancée chose the classic ivory vest for the groom, and for your groomsmen, a silver and black patterned vest. The colors work well together."
Nathan turned back to the mirror, ignoring Luke's continuing poses next to him. "Yeah we're having a black and white wedding. We couldn't decide on any other color. Luke! Stop man, you're not James Bond."
Lucas ignored him, instead grinning at the saleswoman. "You think I look like James Bond, don't you Colette?"
The woman blushed, giggling slightly. "Well you do share some resemblance."
Luke threw a triumphant grin at Nathan. "I knew it!"
"Whatever, man. Hey, where's Tim? He was supposed to be here like a half hour ago."
Luke fiddled with his jacket. "I don't know. I'm sure he'll show up. Why don't you call him?"
"No need boys, I am here!" Tim shouted happily as he maneuvered around the displays of tuxedos. He grinned at Colette. "Is that one mine?"
"Yes it is, feel free to take the last dressing room to try it on." She smiled back at Lucas and Nathan.
"Hurry the hell up Tim, let's get this done. I was hoping we could get in a game today." Nathan ordered as Tim hustled to the dressing room.
"Hey Nate, you think I could skip the game and wear this home? I have a feeling Peyton will like the James Bond look." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"For the last time, you don't look like James Bond. You look like you should be pulling a rabbit out of a hat." Nathan punched Lucas in the arm.
"Oh shut up, we both know I got all the looks in the family."
"In your dreams, Squinty."
"And he's the best man, why?" Tim spoke up as he made his way to stand beside them.
Nathan shot Tim a look. "I've told you, he's my brother. Plus he's Haley's best friend. It's not like he could be the maid of honor. Though, Luke I really think you would have looked great in those slinky black dresses Peyton and Brooke are wearing."
Lucas laughed, "Yeah black really is my color."
"Whatever, I still think I should be the best man. I mean, I've been your best friend for years." Tim straightened his jacket.
"I'm not getting into another argument with you about it Tim. You're still a groomsman. You're still a part of the wedding party."
"Yeah, okay. Sorry." He studied their reflections. "Guys, we look great. We're going to be beating girls off with a stick."
Both Nathan and Lucas shot him a look. "Uh, Tim, you do know we're wearing this to my wedding. To Haley." Nathan emphasized her name.
"Yeah of course I know that. I'm just saying, damn boys, we look good. Why don't we wear these all the time?" He unbuttoned the jacket, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Lucas and Nathan just laughed. "Right Tim. Right."
"Hey! I look like James Bond!"
"We looked gorgeous!" Brooke squealed happily as they made their ways to their cars, their arms full of their dresses.
"When you're right, you're right. You picked some great bridesmaid dresses, Hales." Peyton spoke up.
"Now you know I can't take all the credit. You two were the ones who helped me settle on the black and white theme. And I'm so glad we did. Can you imagine if I put you guys in some lavender dresses? You'd never wear them again." Haley opened up the trunk to her BMW, laying the dress flat in the back, protected by the plastic dress bag.
"Well this dress I'll definitely be wearing again." Brooke smiled.
"So Brooke, do we finally get to meet this infamous Chris?" Haley smirked at the blush that worked across Brooke's face.
"Mark down this day Haley! Brooke Davis, actually blushing over a guy!" Peyton hooted with laughter.
"Shut up! I blush. Sometimes." She twirled a strand of her hair around her knuckle. "And yes, you will get to meet him."
"It's about damn time. You guys have been dating for a couple of months now. He must really be something." Haley smiled happily.
Brooke smiled wistfully. "Yeah he really is. I just hope you guys like him."
"I'm sure we'll love him Brooke. If you like him, we'll like him." Peyton hugged her.
"Thanks guys. So, Hales, how do you feel? Only a week until your wedding day. Are you nervous?"
Haley leaned against her car, shrugging. "No. I mean, I've wanted to marry Nathan since I was sixteen. I'm excited, I can barely wait."
Peyton smiled, "Does it ever feel like it took you forever to get to this place?"
"All the time. Sometimes it feels like we've been together forever, and then other times I stop and remember we're both only 23. To a lot of people we're getting married young. But I can't imagine waiting any longer to be Mrs. Nathan Scott."
Brooke wiggled her eyebrows at Peyton. "Was that a hint about you and Lucas? You ready to get married?"
Peyton blushed, "Well no. Not really. I mean, sometimes I think about it. But we haven't really been together that long, only a little over a year. But it took us so long to get it all together, I wonder if we're ready for that step. Does that sound crazy?" She bit her lip nervously.
Haley smiled. "Of course not. You and Lucas, even when you weren't together, you were always circling around each other. We all knew it was just a matter of time. Have you guys talked about getting engaged?"
"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago it came up. And we seem to both want it, and we know its coming, it's what we want so it'll happen. I just love him so much. And all this wedding planning is making me want it too."
"Yeah weddings are contagious." Haley laughed, moving away from her car. "You girls want to come over, sit around and watch a movie. If we drive fast we can beat the boys and claim the big screen."
Brooke laughed, "Count me in. Anything to piss them off when they realize they can't watch a basketball game."
"I'm in. We'll meet you there Hales." Peyton and Brooke walked towards Brooke's convertible, leaving Haley to smile, her cell phone ringing loudly from within her purse.
Recognizing the ring tone she grinned, opening up the phone quickly, "Hey baby."
"Hey sugar!" Tim responded happily.
Haley groaned, "Tim? Why are you calling from Nathan's phone?"
"Oh right, um we're picking up the tuxes, and Nathan wanted to make sure that we got the right stuff. You picked out an ivory vest for him, and the silver and black for Luke and me, right?"
"Uh yeah. Why didn't Nathan just call me himself?" Haley spoke, confused.
"Well I figured it was the best man's duty to make sure everything was perfect, right?"
"Luke's the best man Tim. I know you're jealous, but really, you need to get past this." Haley rubbed tiredly at her eyes.
"Well damn Haley; I've been his friend since we were little. He didn't even like Lucas until you started kissing him!" Tim yelped at Haley, drawing attention from both Nathan and Lucas.
"Tim. This is our wedding, and Nathan chose Lucas as his best man. I'm sorry that upsets you, but that's the way it is." Haley tried to rationalize with him.
"Tim! Are you talking to Haley? What the hell are you doing on my phone?" Nathan's aggravated voice came through the background.
"Yeah I'm talking to Haley. I wanted to know why the hell I'm not your best man. Stupid Lucas. I don't care if he is your brother."
"Give me the phone." Haley could hear the jostling, Nathan growing angrier with Tim. "Tim! Let go." There was a yelp before Nathan's annoyed voice came over the line.
"Baby, you still there?"
"Yeah I'm here. What is Tim's deal?"
Nathan puffed out a breath. "I have no idea; he just won't let it go. He's asked me about 500 times today alone. I'm sorry you bothered you." Nathan lowered his voice. "How'd the dress fitting go?"
"Good. It looks amazing. I look amazing. It's going to be perfect Nathan." She matched his tone before she remembered that she was supposed to be annoyed with him. "Oh, and thanks for all the razor burns. They were the perfect addition to the dress. Everyone thought so."
Nathan laughed, not even bothering to sound apologetic. "I knew you'd like them."
"Nathan! It was so embarrassing. I know everyone noticed. It was practically the first thing Brooke and Peyton said to me!"
Nathan lowered his voice again, his tone teasing. "I didn't hear you complaining at the time. In fact, I remember quite a few moans that would speak differently."
Haley struggled to stay indignant, while his words licked a heat within her. "Yeah."
"Are you going home now?" Nathan's voice was rough.
"Mmm hmm. Peyton and Brooke are going to hang out with me for awhile."
"Okay." Nathan's voice went back to normal at the mention of Peyton and Brooke. "Well I'll see you at home. I think we might go to the court, play a game or two."
"Okay honey. Have fun, I'll see you when you get home. I love you."
"I love you too sweetheart. Bye." Nathan clicked off, fixing a glare at Tim, who still stood nearby, with Luke at his side. "Don't do that again."
Tim straightened. "Fine. I just wanted some answers. Damn." He grabbed his tuxedo off the rack. "Can we blow this pop stand?"
Luke nodded, "Yeah, let's go play a quick game. Then I have a lady to impress with my spy gadgets." He smirked at Nathan.
"For the love! You are not James Bond!"
"That's 007 to you."
"Hales! You here?" Nathan called out as he walked into the house, Luke and Tim trailing behind him. He had seen her car in the driveway, Brooke's car parked on the street.
They could hear the TV in the living room and followed the sounds, finding the girls spread out on the couch, pillows clutched to their chest, tears in their eyes. The boys exchanged glances, wary of what they would find on the TV. Walking further into the room, Nathan glanced at the screen, surprised to find them watching The Wedding Planner.
"Haley?" Nathan said again, this time his voice registering with the girls.
"Hey honey." Haley wiped at her eyes, sitting up straighter. Brooke and Peyton too, collected themselves as Luke made his way to sit beside Peyton, slinging his arm over her shoulder.
"Uh, why are you guys crying?" Nathan moved to sit on the arm of the couch. "You've seen this movie a million times and I've never seen you cry. It's not even sad, is it?" Nathan looked to both Luke and Tim.
"Nah man, it's great. It's just Jennifer Lopez looking all sexy." Tim wiggled his eyebrows.
Haley glared at Tim before turning towards Nathan, her fingers playing with the denim covering his thigh. "I don't know, it's just she's so sad. She helps everyone plan their perfect weddings, but then she goes home and she's all alone. And she finally meets a great guy and then he turns out to be the groom in the latest wedding she's planning! She just can't catch a break!"
Brooke and Peyton nodded behind her.
"Okay." Nathan decided to drop it, knowing it wouldn't make any sense.
"So Nathan, are you excited for your bachelor party?" Tim spoke up happily, ignoring the glare Haley sent his way.
Nathan shrugged. "I don't really care. It's just a stupid tradition." He played with the hair that fell across Haley's shoulders.
"Stupid? It is not stupid. And as your best man…" Tim trailed off as the other five interrupted.
"You're not the best man!"
"Whatever. We know that Luke can't plan a proper bachelor party. Besides, my brother knows a guy who can hook us up."
"Just make sure it's not a guy. We all know what happened the last time you were on stripper duty." Luke sniped from the couch.
"You know you liked it Luke." Tim shot back, Luke just rolling his eyes.
"It doesn't matter anyway Tim, because Haley's bachelorette party is going to blow yours out of the water." Brooke shot out confidently.
"Yeah right, it's probably going to be boring, you girls just sitting around watching sappy movies and eating cookie dough." Tim dismissed her.
Brooke cocked an eyebrow, a smirk on her face. "Believe what you want Tim."
Nathan watched Brooke carefully before he turned to look at Haley. "Do you know what she has planned?"
"No idea. But knowing Brooke, it's going to be insane." Haley shrugged while Nathan glowered.
"Well this has been fun. But I think Peyton and I are going to get going." Luke pulled Peyton up off the couch, walking her towards the front door. "So Peyt, what's your opinion on James Bond?" He chuckled as Nathan groaned after him.
"Yeah Hales, I think I'm going to hit the road. I'm meeting Chris for a late dinner." Brooke came over to hug Haley briefly, before smirking at Nathan. "Don't worry about her party Nate. Just worry yours is going to suck." She turned, patting Tim on the cheek before leaving.
"Don't listen to her, Nate. Your party is going to be off the hook!" Tim laughed.
"Whatever Tim, I don't even care." Nathan looked at Haley, focusing on her.
"So what do you guys want to do for dinner? I'm starving!" Tim settled on the couch.
Haley looked at Nathan, raising her eyebrow slightly, while Nathan stared back, licking his lips briefly. They spoke together. "Tim, go home."
"What?" Tim looked bewildered, flipping through the channels.
Haley laughed at Tim, giving Nathan a quick peck. "Nevermind. How about we just order a pizza?" She giggled as Nathan grabbed at her waist as she stood.
"Hell yeah! Pepperoni!" Tim found an old basketball on TV, settling into the couch.
Haley leaned over, whispering in Nathan's ear as she made her way to the phone. "I'll kiss you later."
Nathan smirked. "That, and a whole lot more."