Okay, so was the 2nd chapter not that good? i didn't get a lot of feedback. Just let me know what you like or dind't, it really makes me update sooner and it make me smile. This chapter took forever and I am not to sure that I like it, so let me know. I was in rush editing this, so I am sure there is going to be a few errors, but let me know what you guys think.
Nathan laughed as he watched his brother flip through the pages of his brown leather planner that had his most recent novel's main objectives written in them. He was like a little kid trying to figure out his brand new toy car. He was skimming his fingers over the lines of the paper and reading the notes to himself.
After what seemed to be an hour Lucas looked up with a cheap grin on his face, "Its all here."
Brooke threw her arms in the air. "I said that twenty hours ago!" Brooke looked to Nathan who just nodded his head in reply. "Now the real question is, Who all saw the book and decided to go write a novel with your ideas? "
Lucas' head shot up and his eyes were full of hate as he glared at Brooke, "That is not funny."
"Oh, I didn't mean for it to be funny." Brooke told him as she pulled out her hair tie from her purse and put her hair up in a loose bun on top of her head. "Now that you have your stupid book…"
"It's not stupid!" Lucas exclaimed as he rubbed the binding. "This is where I write down all my ideas. I'd think that after you read my first novel you'd think more of my writing and considering that my first novel helped me buy the condo, where you live, I just you know thought that…"
"Well there is your damn problem! You think to much!" Brooke told him as her anger started to grow. "May I remind you that your first novel, which by the way made me look like a total slut, I mean come on : Brooke Davis, she'd slept with every basketball player in the state, and here she was in my arms. Who the hell says something like that?"
Lucas looked at her as if she had two heads. "Who!? Oh I don't know maybe the same person who was only eighteen and had written a novel that was on the best seller list for over sixteen weeks."
"Guys," Nathan said. "Maybe we should talk about this later, you know in private." Nathan started to get up and go, but he was stopped when Brooke laughed at him.
"You two never seem to get it, do you?" Brooke told them as she too stood up. She put both hands on her hips and glared down the boys, "You two just make me so… ugh!"
"Well," Nathan laughed. "Brooke, as nice as that is, can we please go?"
"Screw you Nathan Scott!" Brooke said in through her clenched jaw. "Maybe if you could just shut up we'd have this whole thing figured out."
Nathan threw up his arms and looked to his brother who was sitting on a bench with his head in his hands, he was exhausted, they both were. "I'm sorry Brooke, but just for once: you shut up! " Nathan chuckled. "I can't believe I just said that."
Brooke placed her hand over her heart, "Neither can I."
"I apologized first," Nathan said defending himself.
"If you ask me," Lucas said. "I think that it was a very smart thing to do. She's not yelling anymore. Nice job Nate."
"You're right," Brooke scuffed. "No one asked you."
Haley looked to Sam for some sign that she was dreaming and it wasn't true. She searched his eyes for something that just told her to let go and that she dind't have to hold on. She looked at Sam almost as if she wasn't human, she tilted her head towards the door and then quickly shook her head. "I am not answering it."
Sam didn't know what pushed him to do what he had done that morning. He didn't even know why tried with Haley sometimes. He didn't understand that Haley was beyond determind, she was just plain stubborn. Sam dind't know what her first grade teacher's name was or what her first pet's name was, truth was Sam dind't know that much about her past. He only knew the things that he needed to know. But he did know that he was all Haley had most days, so it didn't really matter that he dind't know what her first grade teacher's name was, but he knew where Haley was headed, and as far as he was concearned that was way more important than her past. Now all he had to do was make Haley see that too.
Sam shrugged, "It's your place."
The knock came once again. This time it sounded much more urgent than before. This time it came with a voice.
"Haley! Hales, baby I know you're in there!"
It was Drake.
Haley's eyes about popped out of her head. She had totally forgotten about Drake, well not forgotten, he just was the least of her problems at the moment. Before Haley had met Drake she was in a pretty horrible place. She was just going to her daily lessons and coming home nothing more and nothing less.
"It's Drake," she whispered, still not moving.
"Oh, I got that part." Sam jumped of the couch and ignored Haley's protest coming from behind him on the couch. He was in his own world when he opened the door and saw the punk holding a bundle of roses. Those aren't even a start.
Drake's eyes were filled with surprise when he saw Sam open the door. He was wearing nice dress pants and a blue button down shirt that gave Sam the impression that he was coming straight from work, even though Sam told him to stay there, but once again Drake didn't listen.
Sam clenched his fists and he tried not to punch Drake.
"I need to see Haley," Drake told him.
Sam shook his head and blocked Drake's view into the apartment. Sam wanted to just punch him square in the jaw and take the flowers from his hand.
"Haley isn't ready to see you," Sam told him. Sam tried to shut the door in his face but Drake brought his arm out to stop him.
"Well I need to talk to her," Drake tried again.
Sam glared at him, "Maybe later."
"No." Drake demanded. "Now."
Sam was about to protest and slam the door when he heard Haley's tiny voice coming from behind him.
"Sam, I can do this," Her voice was anything but faithful. She had changed in the two minutes that Sam had been talking to Drake. She had put on her Duke sweatshirt, Sam's eyes were twinkling in the light as he watched as she lead Drake into the apartment.
There on the back of her blue sweatshirt in big block letters read the name Scott.
Sam smiled as he stood in the doorframe of the kitchen, she had done it. Haley was finally ready to face what was about to happen. Sam watched as Haley started to cry as she talked to him. Sam wanted to go into the living room and hold her as she cried because he knew this story all to well.
Instead he retreated further into the kitchen and he picked up his cell phone that was sititng next to the stove where he had left it earlier that morning. He dialed the Lucas' cell phone and waited for him to answer.
"Hello?" Lucas answered.
"Its me," Sam told him. "Where are you guys?"
"We haven't left yet, we got a little held up." Lucas told him as he looked to Nathan and Brooke.
"Well," Sam said. "You might want to hurry up and get here."
"Sam what's wrong?" Lucas asked him.
"Our buddy is here."
"You mean Drake?' Lucas asked him.
"That exactly who I mean." Sam was trying not to yell, not break down, and most importantly he was waiting for Lucas to hurry up and save Haley before Sam did it himself.
"Well we're leaving right now." Lucas declared as he got up and started walking directing Nathan to grab his bags for him. "Okay, bye Sam."
"Wait," he said. "She put on the sweatshirt."
Sam didn't even wait for Lucas to say something. The silence between two people, two friends, it simply said more than enough. Lucas was smiling and he knew it.
"Good for Haley."
"Yeah," Sam muttered. "So," he said picking himself up form a moment of weakness. "I'll be seeing you."
Brooke couldn't help but notice how happy Lucas was after he hung up the phone. She watched as he hand their bags to Nathan as he jammed them in the back of a cab, he was smiling from ear to ear. Brooke knew Lucas Scott way to well, more than she wanted, she knew everything, that's why when they get in their stupid little fights she knows just where to push him.
"Brooke." Nathan said. Brooke was snapped form her thoughts and saw Nathan holding the door open for her to get in. Lucas was already in and looking at Brooke waiting for her to come in so they could head on down to Haley's aparment.
Brooke slid in on the cold leather backseat of the cab. She was squished between the two Scott brothers and she wanted to throw up as the sixty year old cab driver winked at her through the mirror. Brooke nudged Lucas' with her elbow.
"Want to tell me why you've got the grin on your face?" Brooke asked him. Brooke couldn't help to remember that night two months ago when he had just gotten the call that his newest book was going to be published. He was wearing that cheesy grin on his face when he asked her to go out for drinks, and he was wearing the cheesy grin when he took her to his room that night.
Lucas didn't say anything for a couple blocks, he just sat there looking out the window of the cab. When he turned to her she was looking at him waiting for some kind of hope. He brought his head down to hers, he slowly whispered into her ear, "She put on the sweatshirt."
A smile formed on Brooke's lips as she squeezed Lucas' arm for what seemed the longest time. She slowly laid her head down on his shoulder, both faces were still framed with smiles.
"She's coming around, Broody." Brooke whispered.
Lucas kissed Brooke's forehead as she was slowly drifting off, they still had a thirty minute drive. "Yeah, I think she is."
Haley was looking at Drake and she wanted to tell him so many things, because everything was about to change and there was nothing that either of them could do.
"I brought you these," Drake said waving the flowers in his hands.
"Thank you." Haley said as she kissed him on the lips, soft and tenderly.
"Haley, about last night," Drake started to say. "I know that it was kind of sudden, but Haley I am crazy about you, you make feel complete, and I love you." Drake ran a hand over his face. "It's only been like six months but I am head over heels in love with you."
Haley sighed, "I know you are."
"Haley, tell me that you feel the same way. Please," he begged. "Don't make me sit here all alone, come on I know that you feel something for me, I know you do. You have too."
Haley nodded as the tears stared to form in her eyes, "I do feel something." Drake's eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. "But I can't marry you." Just like that the fireworks were gone.
"Well," he said. "My offer will still stand. We can work to that, right?"
Haley nodded. "Drake, I don't think you really want to marry me."
"Yeah, Haley I really do."
Haley shook her head, "You don't know enough about me to want to marry me. You have no clue who I was before I moved here. You don't even know why I moved here."
"But you said…"
"Well, I know what I said, its just, I lied." Haley looked him in the eyes. "I like you Drake, I just can't marry you, I can't be that girl, not now at least."
"I don't understand."
"You're not supposed to," Haley told him. Haley took his hands in hers and she brought them to her lips and gently kissed his knuckles. She looked him in the eye, "I can't marry you, because I am still married to Nathan Scott."
April 10th 2008
Haley laid in the hospital bed waiting for someone to come in and tell her that she was dreaming. She looked down to her stomach, she rubbed circles over and over, just the way Nathan did when he'd tell the baby stories. She laid there rubbing circles until Brooke came bursting through the doors.
"Oh my god," she gasped when she saw that Haley was awake. "Haley." She rushed to her best friend's side.
"They said that I lost him," Haley mumbled as the tears streamed down her face. "They said that he couldn't handle all the stress." Haley felt Brooke's hand squeeze hers. "Brooke, tell me that they were lying."
"Oh, sweetie," Brooke gushed as she too started to cry. She kissed Haley's forehead over and over again. "There was nothing that you could have done."
Haley reached down and placed her hand where her bump used to be. Haley kept her hand there. "They were wrong." Haley kept her hand there. She was waiting for some sign. "Brooke, go get Lucas," Haley demanded. "He really kicks when he hears Lucas." Haley's hand didn't move.
"Haley he's not in there anymore."
"YES HE IS!" Haley shouted as the tears streamed down. Haley poked her chest, "I did not lose my son! I didn't. Do you hear me, he is not gone."
Brooke pulled Haley into a hug, "I hear you."
