So I was watching the Movie 'Catch and Release' and I was thinking about making a fanfic loosly based off of it. So here it is. It's a Naley story (: This first chapter is from Haley's POV. I hate reading fan fics when it's in first person POV, but only this chapter is going to be..and I know this chapter isn't the longest, but they should start to get longer.

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Chapter 1 – Introduction.

I have been through times of hardship, and times of joy, I've shared laughter and tears, and some of the happiest times in my life were with my fiancé Damien West. He was there on my 16th birthday, when I got my first car, he was there when I graduated from high school, and he was also there when I received and opened my acceptance letter from Duke University. The happiest time of all was shared with him. It was the day that he asked me to be his wife in front of all of our family and friends. Even through all of the good times, there were some bad one's too. The day my cat got ran over, the time I got my first paper that wasn't an A+ (it was a B+). And he was there when my father died of a heart attack. He was there through it all holding my hand and telling me how proud he was, or just sitting there with me whispering comforting little things in my ear. At this moment in time, I'm going through one of the hardest things I've had to deal with yet. Another death. Only this time, Damien's not here to comfort me, or to hold my hand and kiss the side of my head like he always does and tell me that everything's going to be okay. No. He can't do that, he can't be here to help me though this nightmare that I want to wake up from. He can't help me because he's laying directly in front of me in a long shiny black coffin, that will now be his final resting place from now on.

It all started last month when Damien and I started to plan a weeklong fishing trip. For one whole week, we fish, camp, and become one with nature. Something that he loved to do. He was the one that liked that sort of thing. Fishing was a huge part of his life, he loved doing it. Everything about it was what he loved. The smell, the feeling, the air, everything. Me, I'm not so much the nature type, I love being outdoors, and I love the smells of certain flowers, but I'd just rather sit back with a nice book and read.

About a week before we were set to go, Damien had talked to a couple of his friends from his home town, and they decided to join us. Lucas and Nathan Scott were Damien's best friends from Tree Hill, North Carolina, where he was born and raised. They did everything together since they were young. Basketball was the one thing that comes to mind first when you think of this trio. They were the stars of their high school basketball team. Lucas, he wasn't only Damien's best friends, but he was a great friend of mine as well. You'd think that we'd known each other our whole lives if you'd seen us together; he was smart and caring, and compassionate. He had a great love for literature, just as I did. You'd never guess that by looking at him. He was very tall and athletic, your typical jock. Coming with him was his girlfriend Brooke Davis. There are a lot of words that one could use to describe Brooke Davis. Smart, Fun, Carefree, Loving, and the list goes on. Her and I get along fairly well. We've only met a couple of times, but believably we hit it off seeing as we are polar opposites. She loves shopping, I love reading, in high school, she loved to party, I loved to study, She has brown hair, I have blonde. But it's those differences that make us mesh well together. I can defiantly see myself becoming Great friends with Brooke Davis.

Nathan Scott. Now he's a completely different story. He's an arrogant, womanizing ass, who loves nothing more than to drink his fill of alcohol, and hook-up with whatever bimbo bats her eyes at him. Nathan and I never really got along. He knows that I can't stand him, yet he uses that to his advantage, trying to push my buttons whenever possible. He uses his looks to get whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. Yes, I have to admit, Nathan isn't bad to look at, but he uses his looks a little too much if you ask me. I never understood why Damien was friends with him. They are nothing alike, Damien was sweet, compassionate, funny, everything that Nathan wasn't. Maybe Damien and Nathan are just like Brooke and I, who knows. But all I know is that I can't stand him.

Looking around the room, you'd think that funeral homes would make the viewing rooms a little more cheery, considering the situation, but no, the walls are a deep pink and purple with ugly painting and flowers on the wall. Everything in this room screams depressing, even the smell makes you want to vomit. Speaking of vomit, I look to my right and see Nathan who has a lady cornered, making her giggle as he whispers things into her ear. What a friend he is, his best friend just died, and isn't even buried yet, and he's over there, trying to get into someone's pants. I just roll my eyes and put y focus back on Damien, The one that I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with, the one that was always supposed to be there to protect me, and love me, the one who is about to be put six feet under. The one who I loved more than any other person, yet, was one of the two people that I now hated as well considering the new that I received just minutes before I stepped into this room.