Disclaimer: I do not own, any rights what so ever to One Tree Hill.

A/N: personally I think there is more to Chris Keller then what there is on the show. Okay so Tyler Hilton is a BABE. So I'm making there be more to him. I'm making up the story line I'm using for his life prior to his appearance in Tree Hill. Just be nice. Please.

Peyton, sat alone on the greyhound bus. She was scared of where she was heading, yet she knew it was some where she had to go. She sat near the back, with her head leaned against the window, staring out at the pounding rain. The bus was making it's last stop, at a station before, it traveled to her destination. The bus emptied, almost completely when the doors opened. Only a few people got on, none of which Peyton paid any attention to.

Until, a tall, spiky haired blond slipped into the seat next to her. She slowly turned her head to look at the guy, and her blue eyes met his.

"Hello Peyton, long way from Tree Hill aren't we?"

"Can't you go sit somewhere else" Peyton snarled.

"Well, either I set beside ya, or the strange creepy guy, that keeps staring at you is going to come sit beside ya."

"I think I'd much rather set with him."

"I don't know, he looks like some psycho killer. He'd probably kidnap ya first chance he gets, then kill ya, after doing goodness knows what to ya."

"Fine, just keep your mouth shut." Peyton turned back to the window, trying to ignore her the man sitting next to her.

"So, why are you heading to Salt Lake City?" (I really don't know that much about salt lake, other then the mountains and snow and stuff, I just picked a random place, that was one of the first things that came to mind. If anyone has a better idea, let me know.)

"If these is your idea of shutting up, then I'm going to have to get out my duct tape."

"No, for real. Why are you going to Salt Lake?"

"If I tell you well you shut up?"

"Probably not, but I still want to know. Please tell me."

"Fine. I'm going to see my mother."

"Not to be mean, but I thought your mom died."

"She did. But I'm going to see my birth mother. I don't know if I'm going to talk to her, I just want to she her. Wait, why am I telling you this?"

"Because, believe it or not. Chris Keller is a good person to talk to. So, want to tell me about your mother. I hear talking about it is good for ya. You know, makes ya feel better or something."

"Oh, fine. I guess I do need to talk with someone. But why did it have to be you?"

"Well, probably because, all your Tree Hill buddy's are back home in bed, with voice messages from you, telling them what you're doing. Am I right?"

"Shut up. My birth mom showed up over the summer, because she had cancer, and now she's suppose to be remission. And I yelled at her and sent her away. And now that's all I can think about, how mean I was to her. And how she might be dying, and if she does all, I'm going to ever now about her, is some things she told me, and that I was so mean to her. I, I don't know, I just need to at least see her. Talk to her or not."

"You should talk to her. Other wise you're going to spend the rest of your life, wondering, and beating yourself up over it."

"How, do you know? And why are you going to Salt Lake, it doesn't seem like your kinda place."

"I'm going to see my sister."

"You have a sister?"

"Yeah, a twin sister. She lives in Salt Lake, with her husband, Tristen. He's 21, and Alex is 18, duh we're twin, but they got married a year ago and they both go to collage there. Alex finished high school early and is on her second year of collage. See, I can share too."

"You really have a sister?" Peyton asked, half smiling.

"Yeah, I love her more then anything." Rasing slightly, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket, and opened it to show her the pictures he had. "I only carry four pictures with me. I have more, at Alex's, in a box in the closet she disunited for me. But these are my favorite, so I always have them with me." Peyton, smiled as she looked at the first picture, a family picture, with a smiling blond boy, and brunette girl. They looked about twelve. Both wearing shorts and red tank tops. "That's me and her, with our parents. It was took about two weeks before, they we're killed in a car wreck."

"I.. I'm sorry. I didn't know about your parents."

"Not mean people do. Reaching over he flipped, to the next picture. It was of him and his sister in their swimming suits, with a smiling blond woman. "That's our aunt Annie, she's the one who raised us. We were 14 in that picture. It was just before we found out."

"Found out what?"

"That she had cancer."

"Oh, my gosh," Peyton whispered.

"Yeah, so I know. This is us on are 16th birthday, before it got bad." It was clearly Chris in the picture, dressed like he does now, faded jeans, and a rugged tee shirt. And it was clear that the girl was he's twin, despite her dark brown hair, and green eyes, she had the same other features, pretty much. Some what of a similar style, tight jeans and a hockey jersey. "And this is her wedding picture." He said flipping to the last one, where the girl stood in a short fitting white dress. She was wrapped in the arms of a smiling dirty blond.

"Those are great pictures. So, what did you mean, be before it got bad?"

"Well, the cancer got worse. A lot worse. The doctors gave her a year maybe two. Alex, who is the stronger out of the two of us, well she just kinda kicked into control mode. She took care of everything. She was 16 and gave up the last of her teen years, to take care of our aunt, and me for that matter. I just kinda shut down, and yes I hate myself for not being stronger for the two of them. I'm just glad she had Tristen, to help her with it. Well, after a year of watching my aunt get worse, and worse. I finally couldn't take it anymore. So at 17 I left, and shortly turned up in Tree Hill. Alex got real mad at me for it. She wouldn't talk to me at all, Tristen would some what, and Aunt Annie would, but not Alex, to stubborn. I knew she was mad at me and had every right to be. And when we did talk we fought. Then, this one time, we got into a big fight, a big one. So, when she started calling, I didn't answer, I just let the voice mail pick up. All she'd say was, 'Hey it's me. We need to talk, call.' Looking back now I realize how scared and hurt she sounded. But I let me pride get the better of me, and didn't call. It went on for a week, till finally, I got a call from a hospital number. It was Tristen, he said Alex had been trying to reach me cause my aunt had got way worse. And she passed away, about an hour before he called. Said Alex, had got over whelmed by the stress, and everything, and passed out. That was when I left the tour. I best myself up the whole way, I let my aunt down, and I let Alex down. I let my stupid pride get the better of me, and I wasn't there for either of them. When I got to the hospital, I found my sister crying in Tristen's chest, she looked so small, and fragile. I like'd to died, then and there."

"I'm so sorry."

"Alex, told me aunt Annie was by far my biggest fan. Watched all my shows, read everything they wrote about me, owned everything that had my music on it. She loved me, and was glad I was following my 'dream'. And I let her down, by not being there. Alex said she didn't blame me, and wasn't mad at me, but I was enough for the both of us. Her and Tristen got married, and I was staying with them and going to school, and hurting. It hurt to be there really, and knowing, I wasn't there for them. Then, Nathan called, so I left and came back to Tree Hill, and pretended like nothing happened. But, now I'm ready to go back and see my sister. I miss her. So, see I do know what I'm talking about when, I tell you to talk to your mom, cause if you don't and something does happen to her, you'll beat yourself up over it."

"What am I suppose to say?"

"Well, what do you want to know? Why not start with that."

"So, what I'm just suppose to go up to her, and be all like 'Hey, I know I was pretty mean to you, but I just wanted to know why you put me up for adoption."

"Yeah. So, do you have a place to stay? I mean, are you going to stay with your mom, hotel, what?"

"Well, I was thinking hotel, or something."

"Well, how about, you stay with me at my sister's. She won't care in the least. And I think they still have the guest room, if not you can have my room and I'll stay on the couch."

"I don't know about that. Talking to you, and sitting by you on the bus is one thing, but staying with you."

"Come on. I promise not to do anything you don't ask me to. Plus it'll save you some money. Come on what do you say?"

"Oh, all right. If you're sure it's fine with your sister and her husband."

"It well be." Smiling he pulled out a cd player, and plugged in the dual headset piece, reaching a head set to Peyton, then putting on his own.

"Thanks." Once Peyton had her's on , she leaned over and placed her head on his shoulder. "More comfortable then the window" she whispered.

Peyton wasn't sure when she fell asleep, but when she woke it was just starting to get light out, though you could barely tell from the thundering rain storm outside. Her head still rested on Chris' shoulder, and she was partially curled up in her seat, with Chris' denim jacket, wrapped around her upper body. She sat up slightly, and stretched pulling at the kinks and knots, through her body. Then, turned to look at Chris. He sat, leaning back flipping through a magazine, trying he's hardest not to move to much, and disturb her.

"You was shivering, and I wasn't wearing it." He answered before she got a chance to ask. "We, should be there soon."

She slowly reach his jacket back to him. Offering a soft smile. "Thanks, for the jacket, and letting me use you as a pillow."

"No prob. Hold on to it. You're still cold, plus you'll need it when we get off. It'll block some of the chill and wind."

"Well, what about you?"

"Don't worry about."

Nodding, she slipped it on. "So, how long was I asleep?"

"About, two hours."

They both glanced up, when they heard the driver announce they was approaching the station. Standing, they took there bags down, and sat back down, waiting for the bus to stop.

"Alright, where does your sister live?" Peyton asked as they stood out front of the station, and stared at the pounding rain.

"About, two blocks away. No, taxis, no car, and pounding rain. Looks like we're going to have to run for it."

Nodding, Peyton looked up at him. "Are you sure you don't want your jacket?"

"Nope, you need it more. You ready?" Seeing Peyton nod, he grabbed her hand and they took off running through the pouring rain.

By the time they reached Alex's front porch, they we're both soaked to the bone, panting, yet couldn't help the slight laugh. Placing the bags down, they tried to wring some of the water out of there clothes, while waiting for their knock to be answered.

The door suddenly swung open, and there stood Alex laughing, wearing a hockey jersey, and baggy jeans.

"Oh, My GOSH!" She squealed throwing herself into her soaked brother arms, placed a quick kiss on his check and pulled back. "Goof, not that I'm not glad to see ya, but you should have called, and some one would have come picked you up, so you wouldn't have to walk. Or I'm guessing from the looks of ya, run all the way her in the rain."

"Baby, move and let them in. They've got to be freezing. Look at 'em, their soaked." Suddenly, someone pulled her out of the door way, so they could enter.

Switching his bags over into one hand, Chris placed his newly freed hand, on the small of Peyton's back and ushered her in a head of him.

"Guys this is Peyton. Peyton, my sister Alex, and her husband Tristen, but I'm guessing you already guessed that. Peyton's taking a short trip, and I was wondering if it'd be okay if she stayed her?"

"It's totally cool, if it's not okay. I understand, I can find somewhere else to stay." Peyton rushed out quickly, looking slightly panicked.

"Oh, no it's perfectly fine if you stay here. Come on I'll show you to the guest room, it's across from Chris'. Unless you two want to stay in the same room?"

"No, no. guest room is fine. Thank you, so much."

"No problem. Hey, Chris. If you want to shower, go use the one in our room. I'll get Peyton set up in the bathroom down here. And you two can grab a hot shower, and dry clothes. And when you're done I'll throw your wet clothes in the washer, so they don't sours."

"See, what'd I tell ya? The boss." Chris teasingly told Peyton, while pointing at his sister. Oh in turn stuck her tongue out, then showed Peyton into a room down the hall.

When, Peyton exited the guest room, she headed into what she assumed was the kitchen. She was right, she found Chris standing in front of the stove, his back to her. Slowly she slipped into the room, and sat at the table.

"Hungry?" Chris asked without even turning.

"Yeah, a little."

"Well, then I hope you like omelets."

"You can cook?" Peyton asked with a smile.

"Yes I can. My aunt taught both me and Alex how to cook. How do you want your coffee?"

"With cream." She smiled when, he placed a steaming mug in front of her. "Where, is you sister, and brother-in-law?"

"They, had to head off to class. They said to make our selves at home. So, are you going to go see your mom today? It's stopped raining."

"I think I'll go after we eat. What are you doing to day?"

"Wow. Is it just me, or are you being nice, and to me none the less."

"Yeah, you was being nice. Now your starting to be a jerk. Plus that two hours on the bus, is all I've sleep in two days. And I guess thinking about what I'm going to be doing today, kinda makes it a little hard, to be mean. Even to you."

"Well, stop thinking about it." Chris placed a plate full of omelets and toast in front of her. "Juice, milk?"

"Orange juice?"

"You got it. Anything else?"

"Nope, this looks great Chris."

hope ya guys like it. Plz review. If I get some good feed back on it, then I'll update as soon as I can't, if not then I'm going to work on one of my other storys I've got in progress. Thanks