Since I love the movie Definitely, Maybe and Ryan Reynolds is a totally hottie. I decided to remake the movie but One Tree Hill style. This is my first time re-writing a movie so please don't hate it too much I'm trying. If this goes over good maybe some of you can suggest movie's you like and tell me what TV show to use and who should be who. I decided to make this into chapters instead of the whole thing. I hope you enjoy and please review. When everything's in italics that means its story mode and its gonna switch fro story mode to real life mode because Will and Maya stop the story some times. But that's not till the next chapter.

Chapter 1

"Hi, Nathan. Package for you." My assisted dropped a manila envelope on my desk. I clicked my pen a couple of times before throwing it down and opening the envelope pulling out divorce papers. 'I don't think anyone ever imagines on their wedding day they'll be part of the 46% that doesn't live happily ever after.'

"Nathan? Just heard we got the Quaker Oats account. Way to go. You must be completely psyched." Julie my Ad executive said popping her head in my door as I flipped through the pages. 'Then again, I never thought I'd spend my days, weeks and years working in an advertising agency trying to figure out how to get kids to eat Cap'n Crunch instead of Froot Loops. But Tuesdays and Fridays are my favorite days. I get out of work early, and I go pick up my daughter, Avery, from school.' I walked out of the bulldog and started walking down the streets of New York putting my wireless earphones in my ears. 'Now, it's a great feeling when you find the right track to go with the day. And today, I have found the absolute perfect song. Bitches, they can kiss my...' I stopped the song before going to the next one. 'The other perfect song.' I walked past a guy holding a cardboard sign that said 'STRANDED! Need $$$ To Fix Spaceship to Return to my Planet Ordon!' I turned back around and gave the guy five bucks.

"Thank you." The random guy said and I walked away again.

"You're welcome." I yelled back and after about twenty minutes I finally made it to my daughter's school and opened the front door. 'But sometimes, no matter how carefully you plan your playlist, there is no right track for what awaits you.' I enter the school to see parents and their children in the halls arguing and I take out my headphones confused by what's going on. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked one of the parents.

"Nathan, did you know there was gonna be a sex ed class today?"

"Aren't they kind of young?" I mean they're in the fifth grade.

"Yeah! It was a total disaster." She said looking around at everyone.

"At least it got them reading." Another parent said.

"There's a book!" I looked over to where a boy and four of his friends were looking at a book.

"The 250 million sperm are ejaculated "and begin their treacherous journey towards the fallopian tubes! "One hundred million are wiped out instantly..." He read out loud to the kids around him. 'What the hell is going on?'

"I'm gonna find Avery." I told them walking away on the search for my daughter.

"Do you still have sex with Daddy?" A girl asked her mother.

"What are you talking about?" Her mother asked her.

"Do you?"

"You know, we will go home and talk..." Her mother tried to convince the girl but she wasn't having it.

"You do, don't you. I hate you, I hate you!" She yelled at her mother. I finally saw Avery walking towards me and we stare at each other for a second.

"We need to talk." She says breaking the silence. We walk out of the school and start making our way to our apartment. "Which is when the man removes his penis from his pajamas and thrusts it into a woman's vagina..."

"Okay, but Mrs. Gallagher didn't actually say "thrust." I tell her trying to stop this weird conversations. I can't have the sex talk with my ten year old daughter.

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"But what I don't understand, Noah Smith's sister said he was an accident." I opened the door letting Avery enter the lobby first and I followed after her. "I mean, how do you accidentally thrust a penis into...Hi, Tim." Avery waved at the doorman.

"Hey."

"How do you accidentally..."

"Stop saying "penis" and "thrust." Just say "tinkle part" or "wee-wee." Something cute." I told her getting weirded out that she knows those words and what they mean.

"Explain how Noah was an accident." She said sitting down on the bench as I grabbed my key to open my mailbox.

"That's complicated."

"Penis! Penis." She says loudly and I close the box and crouch down in front of her.

"Okay. All right, that's enough. Okay, they... It's not like his dad slipped on a banana peel. The accident was that Noah's mom got pregnant." I whispered to her hoping that no one who was walking past us could hear our conversation.

"If they didn't want a baby, then how come they had sex?" 'Does this kid ever stop?'

"That's a very good question. I guess you could say that they were rehearsing."

"Was I an accident?" She asked after a minute of not saying anything.

"No."

"I was, wasn't I?"

"No. You were completely and totally on purpose." I kissed her forehead before heading to the elevator. "I knew exactly what I was getting into." We made it up to the apartment and we both changed into more comfortable clothes. After we changed we started on dinner so I made Avery cut up some potatoes while I looked through some boxes that I haven't unpacking.

"I think you should tell me the story of you and my mom."

"Why do you keep saying "my mom" like I've never met her?" I asked her walking into the kitchen to put some dishes away.

"Well, because now that you're getting divorced, she's mine, not yours." She said in a sassy tone.

"Is that so?"

"Tell me how it happened. And the real story, not the, "Oh, we met, we fell in love, "and we decided to take all that love "and make a family, and that's how we made you."

"You know something?" I asked pointing my knife at her that was in my hand. "I'm gonna tell you the real, true story of how me and your mother met."

"When I'm older."

"Yep." I told her cutting up somefruit.

"Look. I know love isn't a fairytale."

"Really?"

"Really." She said getting up from the table and bringing the bowl of chopped potatoes to the kitchen. "Did you have another girlfriend before you met her?" I laughed at that. "Come on, tell me the truth."

"I had two serious girlfriends. And then some other, a smattering of other women that I dated." I noticed that she was giving me a weird look. "What?"

"What's the boy word for slut?"

"They still haven't come up with one yet, but I'm sure they're working on it. You a vegetarian this week or not?"

"Yeah, I am." 'Great! One week she's a vegetarian and the next week she's not a vegetarian. I can't keep up with this girl.'

"Great."

So is it a good concept? Should I continues? Feedback is always needed.