(A/N) Okay, before you read the chapter you need to know that I changed Peyton's fake name, Lizzie (Elizabeth) Stewart to Sam (Samantha) Walker. I did it mostly because Sam Walker is an actual OTH character, but I had other reasons too. For example, I have an aunt named Elizabeth and I didn't think about it when I posted the first chapter, but every time I write more about Lizzie I think about my aunt, which is a bit weird. AAAAAAAAAANYWAY... Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Two

Sam's POV

I picked up the phone after two rings. "Hello?"

"Is this Samantha Walker?"

I held the phone to my ear as I wiped down the counter with a dish towel. "Yes, this is she."

"I'm calling to confirm your reservation for lunch at noon. "

"Sorry, who is this?' I stopped cleaning the counter.

"I'm the hostess at Ruby Ristorante. Your friend, Nate called to set up a reservation at noon."

"And he put it under my name?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yes."

"Okay. Yes, we'll be there."

"Great. We'll be waiting."

"Thanks." I clicked end call, and dropped the phone onto the counter beside the dish rag.

"Bad conversation?"

I turned. Nate was standing in the doorway of the beach house, his dark hair whipping back and forth in the wind.

"You made us a reservation?" I demanded.

He waved a hand at me, dismissing my anger, which of course only made it worse.

"What will your wife think?" I said icily.

"Well I told her that I'm having lunch with an old friend." He said. "So I imagine, she'll think I'm having lunch with an old friend."

I rolled my eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He grinned. "Because I wanted to see the look on your face when you found out on your own." He chuckled, and pointed at me. "Look at that. Priceless."

I swatted his hand away. "Pig."

"Princess."

I glared at him.

"Hey, it's just like old times, isn't it."

"No it isn't."

"What makes it so different?"

"Because you didn't know me back when you were young, you knew Peyton Sawyer."

"Ah." He said. "And you're Samantha Walker."

"And don't you forget it. I swear, if you call me Peyton in the middle of a conversation with one of our enemies, I'll wring your neck."

He chuckled coyly. "I would never call you Peyton in front of those people. I'd probably call you Sawyer."

I hit him lightly on the shoulder. "Not funny."

"Really. I think I'm hilarious."

"Get lost, Scott. I've got to get ready for our lunch." I gave him a gentle push in the direction of the door, and bounded up the stairs. When I made it to the first landing, I stopped and leaned over the edge. "You better have the facts about all the people around here. I want to know everyone and everything that mean anything. If you decide to waste my time at this lunch, I'll get someone else's help. Got it?"

He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Yes Ma'am."

I shook my head. "Also, never, ever call me Ma'am. I'm twenty five, not forty."

"Whatever you say, Walker."

I gave him a look.

"What? I have to call you something. It's either Walker or Sawyer, take your pick."

"Fine. Walker it is." I turned to go up the stairs.

"See you Walker -" He made a face. "No I take it back, I'll just call you Sam. Calling you Walker makes you sound like a one hundred year old man."

I stared at him for a second. "God, you are such a weirdo. How did you get that poor girl to marry you?"

He snorted. "Says the girl who's pretending to be someone else."

I waved a hand at him dismissively and made my way up the stairs. Still I couldn't help but grin.

I sat down at the table across from Nate, and flipped through the menu. "Ruby Ristorante is a very fancy choice."

He looked around. "I like it here. It's where I took Haley on our second date."

I raised my eyebrows. "So you just skipped right over the first date?"

He laughed. "Our first date was-"

I waved a hand at him. "Never mind. We're not here to take a walk down memory lane, Nathan." I said, putting extra emphasis on his name. "Do you have all the information?"

He grinned. "When have I ever let you down."

"Uncountable times."

I got a scowl for that, but I was smiling playfully. He held up a binder. "It's all here." He said, passing the binder to me over the table. "Pictures, titles, and descriptions of everyone important."

I flipped to the first page. It was a picture of a girl. Her long dark hair flowed loosely over her shoulders, and her eyes were covered by dark sunglasses. It look as if she was walking somewhere, in no rush though. At the top of the page it read Alex Dupre : Tree Hill's top model. Best friends with Lily Scott and Brook Davis.

My blood ran cold. B. Davis. Peyton's best friend. My best friend.

"P. Sawyer, get your skinny butt out of that chair. We've got planning to do."

I looked up from my bowl of cereal at the girl who had just barged into my house, without anyone's consent. Her dark hair was straightened to perfection and she had on way too much eye make up for a seven year old. "What sort of planning?" I asked tentatively.

"We're going to the mall with my babysitter so I can help you pick out a gift for me."

I giggled softly. "What kind of person goes with their best friend to pick out their own birthday gift."

"Me." She retorted playfully. "Now get up and get dressed, before I drag you out the door."

"Anything for my best friend." I said as I set my bowl on the counter.

She smiled. "I love you, P. Sawyer." She murmured, pulling me into a hug,

I let my arms go around her. "I love you too, B Davis."

I looked back up at Nate. "Is it sorted any particular way?"

"Alphabetized." He said.

I turned to the next page, and sure enough the next name was Andy Hargrove. I felt my fingers tighten around the binder.

"Andy, Andy! Look what I got!" I yelled to Andy, waving the pink and white shell around. They wind blew my hair from side to side, and it got in my mouth when I tried to speak. Andy laughed, and smiled. "It's beautiful, but not as beautiful as it's owner." I grinned widely. Andy had this charming accent that suited him so well. I never got to ask where it was from, but I thought it was awesome.

"Andy." A woman with dark hair was calling to him from across the beach.

He waved to her. "I'll be there in a second, Karen." He turned his attention back to me. "I'll be right back, okay? You think you can hang out by yourself for a minute or two?"

I nodded enthusiastically. My mom and dad never let me be by myself. They always said I was too young, and I should hold onto my childhood while I still could. But I wanted to be free.

I watched as Andy ran up the beach to meet Karen. They talked for a second before he looked around cautiously, and gave her a kiss on the lips.

I smiled. My first thought is that they must have been married. My parents kissed on the lips all the time, but they only did it with each other.

After a few more words with Karen, Andy hurried back. I looked up at him. "Uncle Andy, are you and that woman in love?"

Andy looked so surprised by the question, he almost tripped as he tried to sit down. "Uh, no."

I frowned. "But you don't kiss on the mouth unless you're married and in love. That's what Mommy told me."

"Oh, well um... Yeah, we are."

I smiled. "Good. You seem so happy with her."

He returned the smile, shakily at first, and then the smile widened into a grin. "Yeah. I am."

"Andy Hargrove. He testified against my father in 98."

Nate's hand tightened so suddenly on his glass of water, I thought it would break. "I know."

I closed the binder. "Than he's our first target."

(A/N) Haaaay. So a few of you commented about this story being based off the t.v. show Revenge. I was gonna reveal it near the end (lies, I totally would've stolen the idea if no one called me out), but you guys really know your stuff so congrats you figured it out! As for the pairings, all I'm telling you right now is that if you're a Naley fan, get ready for some fluff, BUT ALSO get ready for some really hard stuff because Carrie will be in this story (sorry). Fans of all other ships, do not fret, it will all be okay. I will try to put in some more pairings as soon as possible, because let's face it, I'm the most romantic person I know. Anyway. Lots of love…

xoxo - Ava