This is a several part story, probably about 5, based on a lyric in the U2 song "Sweetest Thing." I hadn't heard the song in a while and it come on in my iPod and as soon as I heard the lyric (Blue-Eyed boy meets brown-eyed girl) I was inspired to write my first short story (all my other ones are long, haha).

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy.

Blue-Eyed Boy Meets Brown-Eyed Girl

Chapter 1

I was lying on my bed trying to grasp the last moments of dawn before my alarm would inevitably go off, when I heard the familiar creaking of my window opening. Moments later, the bed beneath me lowered just smidge and I felt a gentle tapping on my shoulder.

"Tutor Girl are you up?"

Brooke Davis. She's my best friend for life and yet she still doesn't get the concept of my not waking up before seven. How she being Ms-Party-All-Night gets up at five every morning I will never know.

"Well I am now," I groan sitting up a little. I glance over at the clock next to me before turning back toward her, "What brings you to my room Cheery, at so oh, I don't know – SIX in the morning."

"I have a favor to ask."

"Here's a little lesson for you. Waking someone up at six in the morning then wanting a favor… kind of an oxymoron yeah?"

"Oh come on Hales, you know I would only do this if I really needed you," she said looking at me, blinking her sparkling eyelashes at me.

"Oh fine. But you so owe me. Now what is it?"

"Well you know how Lucas' cousin was supposed to be coming to visit this summer?"

"Yeah… Peyton told me."

"Okay well, Peyton and Lucas were supposed to go pick him up from the airport but they can't because her dad is getting back today so she needed Lucas to drive her to Charleston to go get him."

"I'm still not seeing where the favor comes in…"

"Now you see, Peyton asked me to go pick up Nathan."

"Okay so what's the problem? We don't have school anymore so you have nothing on your agenda."

"Hales, if I go and get Nathan then I'll be seen as like the slave girl who goes and does everyone's dirty work. Besides, you know I'm really bad at paying attention when cute boys are around and Peyton said I get first dibs on him because apparently he's UBER cute and well, you don't want me to get distracted and crash the car, killing Nathan and having me in hell with no love life for the rest of eternity now do you?" She stated, letting out a long breathe afterward.

"Okay first, lay off the sugar before noon and second, am I a slave girl now if I do this?"

"Oh totally not!" She blushed. "You're the um, totally awesome best friend who will be safely transporting my hopeful boy toy for the summer!"

I contemplated this for a moment. Did I really want to spend one of my first days of summer carting Lucas' cousin home from the airport. I mean, talk about awkward considering I don't even know what he looks like, let alone what he's into. Yet at the same time I have my best friend here, putting on her best puppy dog face. What's a girl to do?

"Okay fine."

"Ah, Tutor Girl, I love you!" Brooke squealed, grabbing my shoulders and encasing me in a bear hug.

"Yeah, yeah," I say, pushing her off be before lying back down to get some shut eye.

"Oh yeah I forgot to tell you… his plane lands at eight," she chirps before scurrying out my window and down the lattice before I have time to change my mind. Oh what a classic Brooke Davis move! Leaving the fine print out before roping my poor soul into doing your dirty deeds. She'd make a great telemarketer.

An hour and a half later, I found myself standing at the end of the terminals holding a sign, compliments of the brand new company Haley's Cab Inc., that stated Nathan Scott. I even drew a smile inside of the 'O' in Scott.

After about twenty minutes of waiting and no new arrivals walking towards us, I was beginning to feel even more agitated that I took up Brooke's little favor. That and the fact that I look like a lunatic being the only person holding a sign with some random person's name on it other than the cab and limo driver's. Most sane people who aren't doing this for their income would actually know the face of the person they're picking up. But no… not me. Does this mean I'm not sane? If I have to wait here any longer I might just prove that factor correct.

At about 8:20, people finally started coming out of the terminal. They were all lugging their various bags and in some cases, children, walking hurriedly to wherever they had to be. Some of them were meeting people waiting around me… people not holding a dumb sign, and I just continued to stand there. When it seemed like everyone had emptied out the terminal that's when I saw him. Suddenly I wish I hadn't drawn the smiley face in the 'O'. It was very fifth grade of me.

He was a fiercely good-looking guy, which is some cases is not a surprise considering Lucas is not too shabby himself. But this, I've never seen beauty like this. His at-least-6-foot-frame came walking towards me, his khakis lightly swinging on his hips, his crisp red polo showing off what appeared to be the perfect six-pack beneath it. I was about to think this was mirage but then he spoke.

"Are you um, Brooke?"

Blue-eyed boy meets brown-eyed girl

I finally looked up out of my daze and was met with the most intoxicating blue eyes I'd ever seen. They had this little sparkle in them that made my brown eyes brighten with joy. I trailed from his eyes to his mouth and realized that he was now wearing a slight smirk and that I had not yet answered his question.

"Yeah… I mean no. I mean she was supposed to get you, um Nathan, right?"

"Yep," he stated, flashing a bit of his pearly whites at me as he pointed over at my sign.

"Oh right, duh!" Oh god, please kill me now. "Well anyways, um, Brooke was supposed to come get you for Lucas and Peyton but something came up and well, here I am. I'm um, Haley, by the way."

"Nice to meet you," he said nodding at me. Gosh, did he have to be so gorgeous "So, you want to head out?"

"Right, duh. How silly of me. You must be tired from your flight. Do you want me to take something?" I asked, suddenly slapping myself. Now he must think I think he's a weakling or something. Offering my barely-there arm muscles when he has more than enough muscle for a small African country. I am so stupid.

"No, no. I'm good, just let's get out of here."

"Alright, well, follow me!" I chirped with excitement leading us out to the car. Did I have to be in tutor mode all the time? Brooke really is going to owe me for this. Number one, I just sacrificed myself for her in front of this all-too-perfect human being, and two, well that just counts as two points right there.

"Hey Haley?" He questioned from behind, causing me to turn.

"Yeah?"

"I like the smiley face."

Insert blush on my face… here.

Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing