AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, my friend Jordan turned Guiding Light into a One Tree Hill fan fic by replacing character names with those of OTH characters. So, I have done the same thing for OTH, but with the movie Shag (1989). My aunt and cousins were actually extras in this movie because it was filmed in Myrtle Beach where they live! And I watched it that first time when they told me about it and fell completely in love with it! I hope you do too!

Please note that the dialogue is DIRECTLY taken from the movie, but the thoughts are obviously my doing since there are no voice overs in the movie. No copyright intended, just having fun here, people!

Also, please note that Pudge is Peyton, but I had to keep her name Pudge because… well you'll see. But whenever you see the name Pudge, picture Peyton Sawyer. (: Enjoy!

One more thing, I know it starts out with Haley/Lucas as a couple, but I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE that this is a Naley story! Just be patient! (:

Chapter 1: Getaway

The day was bright and she was late. Millicent Huxtable had everything packed and in the car the night before, but she'd woken up late, which was very unlike her, and was now late to pick up the girls. As she hurried down the stairs, the Huxtable family's housekeeper, Deb was walking up them with a tray full of breakfast food for her parents. As she passed Deb, Millicent's makeup bag that was stuffed full of all her makeup burst open, spilling makeup all over the staircase.

"Damn!" she yelled. "Why does everything have to happen when you're in a damn hurry?"

"Why Millicent," Mrs. Huxtable said as she rounded the corner from the back parlor. "You think your daddy can't hear that language?" She had her morning coffee in her hand and sipped it gently. "Oh dear," she said disapprovingly, "you're not wearing Bermuda shorts to Fort Sumpter? Least of all to someone's house?" Her mother was always fussing about Millicent's appearance. She had to wear the best clothes, the best makeup (but not too much), and have to most expensive up to date glasses. Millicent's current pair were deep pink and matched her face whenever she got embarrassed.

"Well I'm going to change in a gas station before we get there," Millicent replied.

"Senator Huxtable's daughter does not undress in a gasoline station," her mother replied in a sweet but stern voice as she headed into the living room. "Now go upstairs and change."

"Damn!" Millicent yelled scraping her make up into her makeup bag and stomping upstairs.

"Nicely."

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!"

While Millicent started the car, which so happened to her mother's brand new 1963 Mercury Comet convertible, bright red, top down, Deb loaded up two more bags in the car that her mother had requested. And Mrs. Huxtable came out to bid her daughter farewell. "Now do try to learn something," she said to her daughter. "The civil war started in Fort Sumpter."

"Everyone knows that mama," Millicent replied.

"And do try to be gracious, remember who you are."

"Yes ma'am."

"And don't wear dark lipstick."

"Yes ma'am."

"Don't stay up to late."

"Yes ma'am." The car was in drive and Millicent hit the gas, grateful to be away from her parents.

"And don't let any of the other girls drive my car!" she yelled as Millicent pulled away.

"Yes ma'am!" she called back as she turned out of the driveway and on to Pudge's house.

"Other than that, have a good time!" But Millicent couldn't hear. She was already out of sight.

After she made it out of the neighborhood she looked in the rearview mirror and giggled. She was free!

Pulling up to Pudge's house she honked the horn four times and saw Pudge running out with her suitcase, her mother in tow.

"Pudge, Pudge," Mrs. Sawyer said. "You forgot your MetriCal honey."

"Oh mama," Pudge said, rolling her eyes.

"And stay on your diet, dear. You want to fit into that bridesmaid's dress."

"Bye mama," Pudge said annoyed and hurried to the car.

"Hey Millicent!" Mrs. Sawyer called.

"Hey!" Pudge said in sing-song voice as she handed Millicent her suitcase. Millicent put it in the back seat and she and Pudge climbed into the car.

"Is your mama still making you diet?" Millicent asked. Pudge wasn't as thin as her three friends, but she wasn't fat either. But anyone over a size two was fat in her mother's eyes. "They'll be nothing left Pudge."

"She hasn't noticed yet," Pudge said as they started for the road.

"Bye!" both of the girls called to Mrs. Sawyer who was on the front porch.

"Bye sweetheart!" she called back. "Ya'll have fun!"

"Weee!" Pudge said as they pulled onto the road. Now they were onto Brooke's. "I thought you'd never get here Millicent."

"So did I."

Then a thought crossed Pudge's mind. "Suppose your mama calls my mama?"

"She won't. She won't," Millicent replied in a reassuring voice. "She's going off campaigning with daddy somewhere. What'd your mama say about the trip?" She held out the word "trip" like she had a secret. And she did.

Pudge cleared her throat. "'I'm so thrilled you girls are taking an interest in your heritage'," she said in a higher than normal voice. "'Now, you take this jar of pepper relish to Millicent's Aunt Devote'."

The two girls laughed, because as they both knew, Millicent didn't have an Aunt Devote, and the girls weren't going to Fort Sumpter for the weekend. Pudge threw the jar of pepper relish out of the side of the car and it busted into a million glassy pieces on the road behind them. Pudge then took the MetriCal out of the bag her mother had given her and threw it out of the car as well. "'And stay on your diet, dear'," she mocked. "Yuck, yuck, yuck!"

As the girls pulled up, Brooke Davis was in her room getting ready for the break-out, her overbearing father outside her locked door threatening to come in.

"Brooke, open this door, you hear me?"

"I'm not decent, daddy," she replied. Her short brown hair was pulled back in a hair band and she was putting the finishing touches on her eyeliner.

"You tell those girls to lay off that horn, you're not going with them."

"Yes sir," Brooke said as she checked to make sure he wasn't coming in and then put her button-up tank top on over her polka-dot bikini top.

"And you ain't fooling me with that 'Fort Sumpter' story." While her dad went on, Brooke threw her bag out of the window.

Millicent and Pudge saw the bag fly out and hit the grass below. "Uh oh," Millicent said, pulling the car up to the side of the house. "Break out." Brooke climbed down the ladder that she had her father put outside the window in case of a house fire.

"Someday her daddy's gonna take that ladder away!" Pudge yelled as Brooke made it down, picked up her bag and darted to the car. "Come on!"

Millicent opened her door and Brooke threw the bag in the back with Pudge's and flopped down in her seat yelling, "Go! Go! Go! Lay rubber!" As they made for the highway Brooke's very angry father ran out of the side door and yelled.

"Brooke! Get back here right now!" But soon he was out of sight, and he had no clue where they were all going.

"I can't believe you're leaving me with the whole wedding," Haley James's fiancé Lucas said. He was behind a privacy screen in Haley's bedroom while Mrs. James and Haley's aunt fitted her for her wedding dress.

"Lucas, it's only for three days," and she lifted her arm above her head to get it away from the prying grip of her mother's hand.

"Don't raise your arms," her mother said.

"Three days is a long time," Lucas said, annoyed. He never wanted to help out with anything and so leaving for the weekend was killing him.

"Lucas," Mrs. James said, "just let her go on this little outing so I can get on without all this fuss." And at that moment he turned around and peeked at the dress without anyone seeing.

"You haven't even chosen your bouquet yet," Lucas whined. And Haley lifted her hand to her head to wipe off sweat that wasn't even there.

"Don't raise your arms, Haley," her mother said sternly.

"Sorry mama," Haley said exasperated. This whole wedding was going to be the death of her.

"Fort Sumpter?" Lucas said as he stepped onto the front porch with Haley, carrying her bags. The three friends were pulling into the driveway at that moment and Haley waved. "I don't understand why you have to go right now."

"Uh oh," Pudge said. "Lucas is having a hissy."

"Ya'll told," Brooke said accusingly.

"Shh," Millicent said, "Nuh uh."

"Yeah," Pudge added. "Haley still thinks we're going to Fort Sumpter."

"She is going to lay a brick when she finds out where we're taking her," Brooke said, and at the moment Haley leaned in to give Lucas a goodbye kiss. "French him Haley!" Brooke yelled.

"Can you imagine marrying anybody so dullsville?" Pudge asked. "Kill me now."

"So ya'll don't think Haley and Lucas have premarried sex?" Brooke said aloud.

"Brooke, gross!" Millicent said making a face and turning back to the couple who were now walking to the car.

"Haley told me Lucas doesn't see any point in it," Pudge said. "They're saving it for their wedding night."

"Yeah," Brooke said. "He'll wait until then to spring it on her he doesn't have a tallywacker." To this, Pudge laughed but Millicent sushed them.

"Ya'll don't talk ugly about Lucas, in front of Haley. Remember we have to make this the best weekend of her entire life." Then the three girls turned around.

"Hi Lucas," they all said.

"Hello," he replied shortly.

"Hi ya'll," Haley said softly.

"You okay sugar?" Pudge asked.

Haley got in the car. "Lucas didn't want me to come."

"It'll be fun!"

Lucas put the bags in the trunk and shut the lid. "Ya'll behave yourselves now," he said.

"Bye Lucas!" the three girls called.

"Bye," Haley said blowing him a soft kiss. And as they pulled out of the drive he just saw his fiancé drifting further and further away.