Hey – so I've just got into One Tree Hill fanfiction, and had to start something of my own. This breaks off from canon somewhere around the end of the second season, and is about six years later, so think they're about 23.
Completely Naley.
Hope you like it – if you do, let me know, because I'm not entirely certain whether I'll be continuing.
Haley looked around her, her mouth quirking with amusement as she did so. Another hotel room, exactly the same as the last. And nothing like where she wanted to be. A sense of light, and colour, and love, flooded through her, and she shook her head, confused.
Where had that come from?
She trudged toward the bed dominating the room, heaving the heavy bag over her shoulder and onto the soft duvet. As she did so, a muffled sound began to emit from the soft handbag still over her shoulder, and she pulled it off and began to rummage through it. Rooting aside her book and wallet, she found the phone, quickly flicked it open.
"Luke!"
"Haley!" was the slightly sarcastic reply.
Haley laughed. "So, yes, I have been avoiding you a little! But I didn't need to answer the phone if I didn't want to, you know."
"That's true. So, how are you?"
Luke sounded unduly serious, as if he was expecting some kind of breakdown.
Haley's brow wrinkled. "I'm not exactly certain what you mean by that tone, Luke. I'm as fine as I have been any time in the last few months."
"So you don't remember what day this is?"
"Haley! Haley!"
A sound pierced her daze, and Haley jumped.
"Chris! Don't do that to me. I'm not in the mood."
"Oooh – a snappish Haley. How unusual." Chris's eyebrow lifted. "So, what's the problem, babe?"
Haley made a face. "Don't call me that. You know I hate it when you call me that."
Chris laughed. "Sorry, Haley. But you know that's why I do it, right, babe?"
"Yeah, well, stop."
Chris frowned, concern showing in his usually mischievous eyes. "No, really, Haley, what's wrong? Something's definitely bugging you, and it took about three minutes for you to notice I was calling your name. Has something happened? Your family ok?"
Haley nodded, smiling a reassuring smile at her friend. "Yeah, there's nothing wrong. It's just –"
Her voice cracked, and her smile wavered. She suddenly turned solemn, and seemed to shrink in front of Chris's eyes. As she reached out blindly, he pulled her to him, hugging her close as she buried her face in his chest.
"It's just what, Haley? What's wrong?" He stroked her back, petting his best friend, letting her know he wasn't going to let her go.
"It's been five years, Chris."
Chris's head shot up, and his eyes narrowed.
He was finally going to kill Nathan Scott.
So – read, review. Let me know what you think is going on, and whether you think I should continue with this.