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Note: This story was just something I had writted during the first season of One Tree Hill. I had just gotten done watching The Breakfast Club right before watching One Tree Hill, and the story just came out. I'm finally posting it, but it's a pretty early story andmight not be all that great. Please Review, but please...be nice:)

Later in the day, around 10:30 am.

The group had only been there for two and a half hours, and already they'd each gotten more Saturday Schools and had a fight. After the incident with the principal, things calmed down and the tension was eased for awhile. Haley and Mouth were sitting at their table, playing cards. Peyton had her sketch pad out and was drawing. Lucas was tossing spit wads at the back of Nathan's head and Nathan and Brooke were having a conversation, trying to ignore Lucas.

"So, you get to any trouble?" Nathan asked Brooke.

Brooke chuckled. "Are you kidding? My parents have probably already forgotten I'm here."

Nathan grit his teeth as another spit wad bounced off the back of his head. Brooke glared at Lucas, then offered Nathan an understanding smile. Nathan forced a smile back to his lips and continued his conversation with her.

"Do you need a lift home?" he asked.

"Well...actually...my parents are sending a driver for me." Brooke said. "They dropped me off on the way to the airport."

Another spit ball landed in Nathan's hair. Brooke reached up and brushed it off. Nathan smiled at her.

"No parents, huh?" he asked, wiggling his brows.

Brooke giggled. "Yeah...we have the place all to ourselves."

Brooke and Nathan leaned in towards eachother, their lips seeking the others. Just as they were about to kiss, Lucas fired another spitball in their direction.

"Ew!"

Peyton looked up at Brooke's shriek and frowned. Barbie had a spit ball stuck on the side of her face.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Brooke screamed at Lucas after Nathan took the spit ball off her cheek.

Lucas shrugged and gave her an innocent 'it wasn't me' type of look. "I was just accessorizing ya, Barbie..."

Lucas jumped to his feet as Brooke started towards him. Nathan and Peyton quickly got in between them.

"Lucas...stop it. She's a girl, man...you don't spit things at her, no matter how much she deserves it." she said under her breath.

"Brooke...come on...it was just a spit ball." Nathan said.

Lucas smirked, not heeding Peyton's words. "Yeah...it was just a spit ball. I would think that you of all people, are used to spitting balls."

It only took a second for Nathan to start towards Lucas. Haley and Mouth didn't even bother looking up from their game. It wasn't the first time, the two had fought that morning, and they doubted it would be the last. Peyton turned and pushed Nathan back towards Brooke.

"Stop!" she shouted. "As much fun as it is to watch you two fight, I don't think here is the right time and place. If Turner catches you, you both get expelled...which means...Lucas...you get sent back to Juvie for good this time, and Nathan...you don't get to play basketball. So just...chill."

Lucas and Nathan glared at eachother, but sat down anyway. They both knew Peyton was right. Peyton sat down beside Lucas and sighed. Nathan looked at Brooke as she sat down.

"So where'd your parents go, now?" he asked, after taking a deep calming breath.

Brooke shrugged. "Don't know. Don't care."

"Do you get along with your parents?" Haley asked Brooke.

Brooke shrugged again. "I don't really have parents. I mean, they're always gone and stuff."

"What about you, Nathan?" Haley asked, turning to him. "You get along with your folks?"

Nathan snorted. "If I say yes, I'd be an idiot."

"No...just a liar." Lucas said under his breath.

Nathan turned narrowed eyes on him. "At least my parents wanted me."

Lucas snorted. "They didn't want you. They just wanted someone they could control."

Nathan glared at Lucas and Lucas glared right back. Peyton and Brooke rolled their eyes and ignored the two. Mouth cleared his throat, trying to defuse the situation.

"I don't get along with my parents, either." he said quietly.

"Dude...you get like straight A's and shit." Peyton said looking at him. "You're like the perfect kid and all."

Mouth frowned at her. "Yeah well...that's the problem! They expect perfect everytime and when you don't give it to them, it's the end of the world. They push and push and push...nothing's ever good enough."

Nathan shook his head. "Tell me about it."

Mouth looked at him and made a face. "What do you know about being pushed? Your the best player on the team."

Nathan looked at him. "Are you kidding me? He started training me when I was two years old. He wakes me up at 4:30 every morning to go practice basketball before school. Then after school practice, I come home and have to practice again, sometimes until 10 or 11 at night. And even if we do win a game...it's always...'you should have scored another point', 'you need to practice more', 'you should have went left, instead of right'." Nathan mimicked. "It's never enough and it never will be."

"At least your parents care enough to push you." Haley muttered under her breath.

"What?" Nathan said as everyone turned to her.

Haley sighed. "Look...I'm not saying that you guys don't deserve a break, but...I mean...they care and that's why they push. I've got two older brothers, an older sister and four younger siblings at home. My parents don't have enough time to care about me and or how well I do."

"They got upset that you got Saturday School." Mouth pointed out. "That's caring."

Haley looked at Mouth and wrinkled her nose. "No...they got upset at the idea of having to haul 9 kids clear across town just to drop me off. When I told them I got a ride, they patted me on the head with a smile and told me to have a nice time at the party with my friends."

"Well...at least you have both parents." Lucas said, before turning to Nathan. "Then again...maybe I should be thanking the bastard for leaving."

Nathan looked at Lucas, saying softly. "You should."

The atmosphere was slightly tense and uncomfortable, although not angry. It was like they had all shared a part of themselves that no one else had seen before and after it was over, they didn't know what else to say. Peyton, who had been drawing in her sketch book the entire conversation, sighed and shook her head.

"Well, I don't know what you guys are talking about." she said with a shrug. "I get along great with my parents."

Everyone turned to stare at her, but she ignored them and continued her drawings. Lucas glanced at everyone else, before turning back to his best friend.

"Hey...um, Peyton? Honey?" he said with a smile.

"Hmm?" she said glancing up.

"Your mom is in rehab and your dad is in jail." he said softly.

Lucas was surprised when Peyton grinned at him.

"I know, " she said cheerfully. "That's why our relationships so great. They're not here to piss me off."

She looked so cheerful and matter of fact when she said it, that Brooke couldn't help herself and let a giggle slip. She put a hand over her mouth to stop them, but the giggles kept coming. After a few second, Lucas joined in and soon, all six teens had erupted into a fit of laughter.