Hello My lovely readers.. Welcome to my First Naley Fanfiction. I thought since my last FF turned totally Naley, I'd make a totaly Naley FanFic.
Please read and Let me know what you think.. Chapter 2 will be up in a little bit .. probs before X-mas.


Chapter 1. Being who one thinks I am

Like I was coming home in eleventh grade with a B instead of an A. You should have seen her face. I had finished college last year and had been searching for a job in the last year. Now my parents sold the house and got themselves a RV. So I had to move out. No money, no job, no place to live, so now my only option was to move in with my sister, who lived in New York with her son and husband. Can you believe it. I was Valedictorian and now my sisters nanny. So unfair!
I flopped on the bed in, what from now on would be my room, with a sigh. I pulled back the picture from Taylors face. "Argh!" I sighed frustrated. "Everything okay Haley bob?" I looked up. Argh her face still smug. "No I'm fine." I lied. She came in and closed the door. "Hales, I know living in with me and my family, feels humiliating to you, since I screwed up so badly and you never did, but I'm really happy to have you around. I missed you and so did your nephew." She was right, it felt unbelievably humiliating and unfair. I faked a smiled. "You're bad liar Hales." She said and hugged me. "Go unpack, dinner will be ready in an hour." I kinked my eyebrow about the diner comment. She rolled her eyes at my assumption. "Are you sure your husband is okay with it. I mean I've never even met him. Is your great saviour okay with this?" Taylor was taken in by some rich guy with great carrier, because she was pretty and needed help. Now they were happily married. My opinion on it was that the guy was a perv and that it was a pretty shallow marriage.
"I know you guys, make him out to be some creep and me stupid to agree to such marriage, but I do love him Hales. He is actually a really good guy, not pervy thoughts behind it." I simply nodded.

"Well I'll let you unpack." She said before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. I fell back on the bed. It felt as if this guy had some hold on my sister. I worried for her, she didn't seem to think it was necessary.
Well, the pros on staying here were that it was a really big house. It had a pool, and some sort of fitness place, a huge yard and I got to see more of my nephew. She was 22 and got knocked up. My parents weren't too happy, but now this guy was taking care of them. He got Taylor a job and now Taylor got her sister a job (yes I got actually paid for being her nanny)and her son a Nanny.

I unpacked my suitcase, and hung all my clothes neatly in my huge closet. I needed new clothes. I made a mental note of that and then continued unpacking my other stuff. When I was dome unpacking I had still 15 minutes before dinner, I was sure that was going to be interesting, So I decided grabbed a book. I rolled up in a big nice-to-roll-up-in chair in a sweater, it was extraordinary cold for this time of year, and started reading.
I might had been Haley James Tutor girl(like Lucas had named me)but I loved the simple love story of the Twilight saga.
A bit more about me; I grew up in Tree Hill, with my family and Lucas. It had always been just to two of us. Now Lucas was a published writer and I was .. well my sisters nanny. I had a pretty steady boyfriend in college.. But we broke up. It wasn't much special...
"HALES!" =-Taylor yelled. I sighed and put my bookmarker in my book and got up from my chair.
"Hales!" Taylor greeted me. I was stunned. She was sitting at the dinner table, with her son, and a completely prepared meal in front of her. "You made this?" I asked. She smiled. "Yes I did indeed. I spend three months watching cooking channel." I laughed. "See if it tastes as good as it looks." I sat down at the table and filled my plate.
"So hales, tell me what did you do in the last few years."
"I went to school, studied English."I shrugged. It was clear Taylor was smug about the fact that she had all that I was surrounded by now. "you know I'm a little hurt, that you tried, Vivian's Quinn's and Ben's place before thinking of me."
Jasper, Taylor's son, was putting spaghetti in his hair. I wiped his face with a napkin and replied. "Well, can you blame me Tay. We aren't exactly close and you just married a guy I've never met a handful of months ago." She smiled. "Okay you're right.. but really Hales, he's going to be fine with it." That moment I realized I didn't even know his name.. She was always so vague about the guy. "Speaking of your husband, where is he anyway?" I was really weird, cause she looked up at me like I was crazy.. "Hales..My husband kind has a 'away' job. He's not coming home for another two weeks. So you've got like two weeks to find a new place to live." She winked. "Joke."
I merely e living room had this great grant piano. That one was of use. I took Jasper on my hip and searched through some other rooms. The fitness room had mostly weights. Separate dining room, filled with fancy furniture. I went upstairs. I expected a office. Couldn't find one, not up and not downstairs. I found a few empty bedrooms. Jaspers bedroom too. I found a locked pair of double doors. Since it was centred on the second floor I figured it was Taylor's bedroom and her husband's of course. "Is this your mommy's bedroom?" I asked jasper. Jazz was a little shy, since I hadn't seen him in a long time.
"Okay.. you don't have to answer." I said and putted the boy down. "So what does your mom have to hide?" I wondered out loud.
At noon I made myself brunch and Little Jazz lunch. After lunch put Jazz in his room to play and made another round trough the house. Taylor seemed to keep all her personal stuff in her bedroom. I didn't understand. This wasn't my sister. The girl I knew wasn't prude and left her stuff everywhere. Since her husband wasn't home I could only imagine she had things to hide that didn't involve that her husband didn't want her to be sloppy. I pulled open some cabinets. Stuff was thrown in. A plaid, some toys, picture frames with photos of Taylor and Jasper. "Mhh." I mumbled. I'd seen some of these photos. Some included me, some with mom and dad, Quinn and David, Vivian and Lee. Ben and Tyler, too. I wonder why she's stuck them away.
I took them out and went back to the living room to put them up on the mantel. I vacuumed the living room and played with Jazz for a while. When the hall clock struck 4, I wandered off to the kitchen and started searching through the kitchen. The fridge was near empty so to make up my bad mood to my-little-freaked-out-three-years-older sister, I was going shopping and make diner.
I took the credit cart labelled household money and dressed Jasper warmly.

As I entered the store and I realised I hadn't made a list, at which I realized there wasn't anything at all in the fridge. I placed little Jazz in the cart and made around through the store. When I passed the magazine and pocketbooks section, it reminded me that I had to call Lucas. I picked up a children magazine and then looked for gossip. I reached for a Elle Magazine and a well manicured hand snatched it away. It was the last. "Hey!" I yelled. "Got to be faster sorry!" A brunette said. "But...!" I stumbled. `You don´t look like you´re the gossip kind of girl anyway." She said. "Listen honey you can walk a block and get your magazine there. I have a child here, and need to be back in half an hour!" she shrugged and then turned around. "too bad." She said. I sighed and went to get the rest of my groceries. At the register later as I had paid for the groceries. I was the same girl curse over the fact that she hadn't enough money. She smiled and walked up to the girl with a dollar. "You need this?" She shot me a evil glare. I don't need anything." She raised head. I gave her the dollar anyway and waited till she had paid. "You still here?" she sounded sour. I smiled. "Hi, I'm Haley and you owe me a dollar." She laughed shrilly. "Nice try." I kept smiling. "Okay, I'm Haley James, unemployed teacher working as a nanny for my sister and I needed serious distraction, but then you took my magazine." For the first time a nice smile appeared on the girls face. "It's Brooke. Sorry, about the magazine. Coffee?" That was more like it.
I accepted the invitation and after I putted the groceries in the car we went to Starbucks for Coffee. "It's cold huh, I don't think it's ever been so cold at the start of December." She said. "Yeah," I agreed. The girl seemed nice. Different from me, but exactly what I needed in a friend. "you know you have interesting way of making friends." I chuckled.

"I have only two problem with myself, which is probably less than most girls, and those are my hair and my sarcasm." Brooke started the laugh. "and the moving in with your sister as her nanny is a part of a good sense of humour?" I rolled my eyes. "Not really, more my a desperate solution for the no place to live no income thing."

Brooke and I talked for a while. She was a designer who was trying to make it in fashion, without becoming mean and Ice cold like most designers. She lived in Manhattan with her boyfriend, who was more like a arm jewel than a boyfriend.
Then I explained her more about why I moved in with Taylor and my problems with that.
"it's not that it's just that my sister loves to show me that I'm just a nerd. No sense of fashion no love life and living with my family. She just loves rubbing it in." I could strangle Taylor from time to time. "I know the feeling..." Brooke said.
she told me a thing or two about her family and her live where after I looked at my watch and saw it was 17.30. "Damn!' I muttered.
We exchanged phone numbers and I went home.

Home I put Jasper on his play plaid in the living room by the TV and unpacked the groceries.
had just started to make mac and cheese, when Taylor came home. She seemed stressed. 'Hi Tay..." a dark cloud above her head tipped me off not to be to cheerful. "bad day..?" I asked careful.
She didn't reply, she just pulled out a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass, not offering me one. She went to sit by the TV with Jasper.
I groaned in frustration. Like she cared. I was going to find a job quickly and save all my money so I could move out as soon as I found a job.
Half an hour later I called them to the table for dinner. "What's wrong Tay?" I asked honestly concerned.
Have you been through my closets?" She snapped, motioning toward the picture frames. "I looked for a vacuum cleaner, I found the photos, there nice I like them." She sighed and didn't talk for the rest of dinner.
After dinner I put Jasper to bed and went to bed myself. I felt like I had come into something that was supposed to be a secret, but I didn't understand. I went to bed and to sleep. I was going to need my strength to find a job.


Okay what did you think.. Is it worth continuing?? I have a second chapter almost ready..
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Love Philine