Author's Note: School isn't that hectic right now so I decided to write this, it is just a one shot, and I don't really like it cause I wrote it with a headache, and I think its sucks, but I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything.

I think it's best to just get on to this thing…

Waiting For Return

I used to know Nathan Scott.

He was kind, caring, sweet, and just plain great.

I remember when we were in sixth grade a kid dropped my books, laughed, and then walked away. Nathan was there, and when he saw he walked up to the boy, smacked his head, and pulled him over to me by his collar, Nathan commanded him to tell me he was sorry, and the boy did, he stuttered it actually.

And as the boy had practically ran away, Nathan picked up my books and handed them to me with a soft smile. I just smiled right back.

After that he continued to stick up for me all throughout middle school. We actually got together in high school.

He was the star basketball player and I was the head cheerleader, it just made sense. It was like it was written in the stars.

My best friend Peyton always didn't see it that way, she always asked me what I saw in him, but she only said that because she didn't know.

She didn't know how he always opened doors for me.

How he always complimented me, not with 'you look hot' but with 'you look beautiful.'

She didn't know that he always told me 'bless you' when I sneezed.

She didn't know that he cared.

She just didn't know.

Of course that was a long time ago.

I am twenty eight years old and I haven't seen Nathan Scott since our high school graduation. It wasn't that we broke up exactly, we just agreed to get our careers going first, of course I didn't know at the moment that we were going to go our separate ways but life was funny like that…or a major pain in the ass, whichever one works.

Anyway, I found out I had to go to New York and Nathan found out he had to go to Los Angeles. We didn't want to hold each other back but we loved each other so we decided to make the best of everything until graduation.

And we did.

Too bad it didn't seem long enough. Graduation came a little early for my liking, because soon Nathan was boarding a plane and so was I. We had said our goodbye's and promised that we would wait for the other. Of course the catch was that we had to have our absolute dream job.

Good thing I found mine. I am the creator of a major fashion label and I love what I do. I heard that Nathan is playing professional basketball, it happened only recently though, it took him a while to make it big.

And I'm still waiting for him.

But like I said, I used to know Nathan Scott.

The key words are: used to.

I have no idea what he's like now. I don't know if he's changed or not, since fame has a way of doing that to you, and not for the better.

Fame really had no affect on me, I was used to it. I was always popular and its pretty much like being famous: everyone knew you, you got special treatment, I was the talk of the school newspaper, and the the town. So not to sound conceited or anything but to put it lightly…I was 'the shit.'

Nathan was too, but he always laid low, he didn't like being the center of attention, which was kinda hard since he was dating me and captain of the basketball team, but somehow he had managed to stay out of it.

I just hope he could do the same now. I won't worry though, he was always good under pressure.

Damn, this seat is hard.

Sorry. It's just that I'm sitting on a wooden chair just staring at my front door.

Weird? I know.

But I have nothing better to do. And to tell you the truth, I have a feeling I should, I don't know why though. I just woke up today, got the chair from the kitchen, placed it in front of the door next to the stairs, and sat down.

If Peyton saw me now. She'd think I'm crazy. Good thing she can't see me though. I think she's off with Jake somewhere, or probably Lucas, I don't know I can't keep up with the girl. As for me, most people are surprised to hear that I have only ever been with Nathan Scott. I, myself, am surprised. I always figured I'd turn out like my mother, the popular school slut, thank god I didn't.

Nathan always thought he'd turn out like his father, the popular jack ass, but alas…he didn't. Actually he was a jack ass but on some odd moments he would show his true colors, he always did around me, but rarely around Peyton which was why she didn't like him. She started to like him by the beginning of senior year though, after he helped her get with Lucas.

God…isn't Nathan sweet?

I had a giddy smile on my face, it went away when the doorbell rang, but it was there nonetheless. But I just shook my head to rid my thoughts as I stood to answer the door.

When I opened it, I gasped.

There in front in me was that certain raven haired basketball player that has been consuming my thoughts.

And when he opened his mouth I swear I swooned.

"I'm done waiting."