Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or any product including movies or songs mentioned. For pure entertainment purposes only. Rated PG-13 for language and consumption of alcohol.

Chris was playing the piano at Red Bedroom Records trying to come up with a song.

"Why can't I write a song," Chris sang. "One that's easy to sing along. I really really hate my life. I wish Haley James was my wife."

Chris pounded the piano angrily.

"No!" Chris screamed. "What is wrong with you Chris Keller?! Why can't you think of a damn song?! I need a drink!"

Chris walked out of the studio and into the bar part of Tric. He sat down at a barstool and rang the bell.

"Chase!" Chris shouted. "Chris Keller wants a drink!"

Chase didn't come to the bar, so Chris rang the bell even louder.

"Chase!" Chris shouted. "I want a damn drink! Oh forget it!"

Chris walked behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of vodka. He took a big swig of the vodka.

"That's good vodka," Chris said.

Chase and Chuck came out from back room. Chuck stomped towards the exit.

"Chuck," Chase said. "Throwing a tantrum like that is not going to change my mind."

"I hate you!" Chuck shouted. "And I'm un-friending you on Facebook!"

"That'll show me," Chase said sarcastically.

Chuck went out the exit and slammed the door.

"What's Chuck's problem?" Chris asked.

"His mother got a job in New York and he doesn't want to move," Chase replied. "Hey! Put the vodka down and step away from the bar!"

Chris did as he was told and sat down at a barstool. Chase sat at a bar stool next to him.

"Anyway," Chase said. "Chuck asked if he could live with me so he won't have to move to New York. Unfortunately I can't watch after a teenager and run a bar."

"Poor Chuck," Chris said. "So is the Scolnic house for sale?"

"Yeah," Chase said.

"Good, Chris Keller needs a place to live," Chris said. "I only have 2 weeks to move out of my apartment."

"I thought you had a whole month," Chase said.

"Yeah, they changed it to 2 weeks because the board really hates me," Chris said.

"What did you do?" Chase asked.

"No clue," Chris said.

"So how's your song writing coming?" Chase asked.

"It's going so great," Chris lied. "Chris Keller is going to top the charts!"

"You got nothing?" Chase asked.

"Usually writer's block doesn't last that long for me!" Chris shouted. "Why is this happening to me?"

"Maybe you should hire a songwriter," Chase suggested.

Chris stood up and kicked Chase in the leg.

"What the hell?!" Chase shouted.

"Chris Keller doesn't hire songwriters!" Chris shouted. "Chris Keller writes his own songs!"

"Chris," Chase said. "I'm going to sing you a song my mother used to sing to me whenever I didn't know what to do."

"Okay," Chris said. "Let's hear it."

"Oh when you…" Chase started to sing before Chris cut him off.

"No," Chris said. "There's a reason you're a bartender and not a singer. You sound like a dying whale."

"Thank you," Chase said sarcastically.

"You're welcome!" Chris said cheerfully.