A/N: Another installment. Thanks for the reviews.

Part Two: Boy Meets Girl

The rain had finally slowed to a slight mist and Nathan rose from the half empty bed and walked over to the still slightly opened window where he stared out. There was no trace of the brunette. He looked back at the bed that not long ago was occupied by Haley. The beige sheets were crumpled at the foot of the bed, which always drove him crazy, but that was the way she liked them after they had sex. He smiled remembering how she teased him for making the bed after their first time together.

Haley had sauntered into the bathroom and he stretched before rising to his feet. He quickly made the bed and pulled the sheets back as he tucked himself in. He didn't think anything of it, but when the brunette opened the bathroom door to reveal a neatly made bed she stifled a laugh and climbed on the bed making sure to put creases in the neatly made bed.

"Did you seriously just make the bed?" she asked as she climbed on top of him, laying her still naked body against his half exposed body.

Nathan smiled as he wrapped his arms around her small frame.

"You're kidding?" she questioned as she pressed her body further into his causing quite the response from him.

"I didn't want you to think I'm a slob," he said as he placed a kiss in the crook of her neck before rolling them over.

The brunette laughed loudly as he tickled her.

"You just … you just messed up the bed," she said trying to catch her breath.

Nathan picked his head up so he could look her in the eye.

"If you want an unmade bed I can live with that. Whatever you want you can have." He smiled at her and kissed her deeply.

"That's not all I want," Haley whispered against his lips as the two parted for air.

Nathan raised his eyebrow understanding her want. He was caught off guard by her aggressiveness, but loved it.

He ran his hands over his face as he came back to reality. He cursed upset that he allowed himself to fall asleep, but he knew his body would succumb to sleep and she would leave. One of his faults was being a heavy sleeper and Haley had the habit of sneaking off during the night. He sighed deeply as he picked up his shirt. He began to dress trying not to think of her, but it was difficult after the night they shared. He pulled himself together and headed downstairs. As he walked by the bar, he left another twenty on the counter and grabbed his helmet off the chair by the door. When he stepped outside the rain began again. He shook his head and smiled at the reminder that it brought. He placed the black helmet on his head and walked over to his motorcycle. As he started the bike his thoughts drifted back several years ago to the moment that started it all.

The dark-haired boy strolled down the street beside the brunette. He didn't know why he agreed to go with the teenage girl, but he promised so he wasn't going to back out.

"Why did I let you talk me into this?" he asked receiving a giggle from her. "You owe me, Haley James."

"No one twisted your arm," she responded as she skipped ahead and hopped right in front of him causing him to abruptly stop walking. "Besides Peyton is going to be there." He rolled his eyes not caring about the blonde and not in the mood for her teasing.

"Nathan Scott," Haley said playfully hitting him on his chest. "I saw you staring at her during the basketball game in between your shots. Don't act like you aren't interested."

"Hales, I wasn't staring at her. I prefer brunettes," he said running his hand through her now loose hair. She had her mane pulled back during the game with a nice, black and blue ribbon in it. It was all part of the uniform, which fit her perfectly.

Haley pressed her lips together caught off guard by Nathan's flirtations. A chill ran through her body the instant his hand combed through her hair.

"Are you cold?" Without hesitation he removed his basketball letterman jacket and placed it over her shoulders stepping closer to her. "You're shivering." He ran his hands up and down her arms and felt her body relax almost falling into his.

The brunette snapped out of the trance and took a step back placing her arms in the jacket.

"We should get going we don't want to be late for the victory celebration." Haley began walking again this time backward.

"Explain to me why we are going to Karen's café instead of the beach house."

"You couldn't get the key besides Karen wanted to host a little get together. Be nice and I may be nice back," she said biting her bottom lip. Still walking backward she tripped over her feet and Nathan reached out for her, placing his hands on her hips to steady her. As he prevented her from falling he collided with her and almost fell.

"How do you manage to cheer?" he asked with a smirk once he got his bearings.

"I'm not that much of a klutz." She ran her hand through her hair. "Besides extra circular activities look good on a college application."

"You think cheerleading is going to get you into Stanford?" he asked jokingly.

"Just say it Nathan. Just say I don't fit in. I'm too nerdy," she said hurt. He was supportive of her trying out and now it sounded quite the opposite.

"That's not it at all." Nathan Scott stood before his tutor and best friend scared for the first time. He had no intention of hurting her feelings. He was attempting to keep the mood light.

"Then what? I know I'm not Peyton Sawyer or Brooke Davis. I don't have high expectations from being a cheerleader like suddenly I'm going to be Miss Popularity," she said as the pair continued to walk toward the café.

"I was joking Hales. I think it's great that you decided to be a cheerleader. I was thinking maybe you could wear your uniform during our tutor sessions," he said raising his eyebrow suggestively.

"Does it smell like rain?" Haley asked ignoring Nathan's advances. Lately he had been more affectionate and she didn't know what to make of it. Part of her thought it was just her imagination.

"What?" he laughed. "What exactly does rain smell like?" He honestly thought she was crazy. He had never smelt rain.

The brunette paused as she thought about it. "It's difficult to describe." She sniffed the night attempting to pinpoint the smell. "It's fresh and clean with a mixture of dirt," she said.

"I'm not familiar with that smell, but if you say it's going to rain maybe we should turn back and head for shelter." He grabbed her hand and motioned in the direction they had just come from.

"The café is closer," she said with a huge smile knowing he was trying to get out of going. "Don't make me drag."

"Really?" he questioned. Haley nodded yes as she leaned her body weight back and pulled on his arm. Unfortunately Nathan pulled her toward him and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

"Nathan Scott!" she shouted, "put me down!"

"I thought you were going to drag me."

Haley tried to kick but he had a good hold of her legs.

"Oh no," she said feeling the raindrops on her face. "Put me down!"

The dark-haired boy felt the rain start to fall and he looked for the nearest place to duck for cover. As he put the brunette down, the rain picked up and she yelped.

"Over here," he said taking her hand as they ran up the street to duck in the entranceway of a storefront.

"If you hadn't been such a caveman …"

"A caveman? Are you kidding? I didn't threaten to drag you around," Nathan said as he ran his hands over his damp hair.

"I was only kidding," she responded lightly hitting him in the chest. She poked her head out and looked around. "I think we're stuck here for awhile unless you want to run in the rain.

"I don't care. This is your night whatever you want." He brushed her now damp hair off her left cheek and allowed his hand to linger. "Well?" he whispered as he stared into her hazel eyes.

"I say let's make a run for it."

Nathan pulled his letterman jacket over Haley's head and led the way into the rain. He carefully ran up the street as he held onto the brunette's hand not wanting either of them to slip. The rain picked up and turned into a torrential downpour. Nathan pulled Haley close to him and led them under another storefront entranceway. He pushed the jacket off her head.

"Nathan, you are soaked." Haley removed the jacket and shook off the rain. "You're going to get sick."

The dark-haired boy stepped closer to the brunette and cupped her face wiping off the raindrops that were on her cheeks.

"Wha …" she stuttered feeling her voice caught in her throat. Lightening lit up the sky and a loud clap of thunder followed causing Haley to jump, drawing her closer to Nathan.

Before either knew it, the teenage boy pressed his lips against Haley's afraid she'd pull away if she had a chance to realize what he was doing. When he realized the brunette responded he kissed her with more desire and moved his body closer to hers closing the little gap between them. He could taste the rain on her lips mixed with her lip gloss. He tilted her head slightly up deepening the kiss and she rested her hands on his waist. He pulled back needing air. He grabbed her right hand placed it over his heart so she could feel his rapid heartbeat.

"That's what you do to me. That's what you've always done to me," he finally admitted.

Haley blushed at his comment and held his hand in both her hands.

"You need to stop with the lines."

"Do I need to stop kissing you?" he asked causing the rosy color to come back into her cheeks. "Well?"

She stood on her tiptoes and leaned into his muscular body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, finally answering his question.

Nathan rode his bike through the streets of Tree Hill as the rain slowed again. Though no one could see it, he smiled as the the memory faded. They were teenagers, young and naïve, yet they quickly fell in love despite all three. He wondered where the petite brunette ran off to and was curious if she remembered that rainy night, if she remembered every rainy night they shared.

Rain is what the thunder brings

For the first time I can hear my heart sing

Call me a fool but I know I'm not

I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top

Till I feel your

Rain, I feel it, it's coming

Lyrics credit: "Rain" by Madonna