"Honey, I'm home," Haley shouted as she entered her best friend's mansion of a house.
"Thank God," Brooke breathed out as she rushed down the stairs in a bikini. "I was seriously on my way to humiliate the hell out of your brother. Where have you been?" When she got to the bottom of the stairs she looked at her best friend as she lay disheveled against the front door. Her mouth fell open as she realized just what her friend had been doing. "You tramp!"
"How about an apology?"
"Oh my God, Hales! I'm so sorry. Wait, who were you with?"
Haley walked past her best friend and up the stairs to Brooke's bedroom where she quickly plopped down on the bed and waited for her friend to join her. "Nathan Scott," she said dreamily as Brooke stepped into the room.
Brooke squealed and ran to the bed, grabbing Haley's hands and jumping up and down. She jumped up on the bed and they started jumping in circles while squealing. After a few minutes Brooke calmed down, but Haley's smile didn't disappear. "So, was it as good as the first time?"
Haley exaggeratedly fell to the ground and put both hands to her heart. "Which time?" she finally asked.
Brooke started squealing again and Haley couldn't stop laughing. "Oh my God, Hales! You're my hero!" She started fanning her face, pretending to hold back tears. "I am so proud to call you my best friend. So… exactly how many times?"
"What if I said, I lost count?"
"I would say that I love you, Haley James."
"I know, right?" Haley giggled.
"So, mission accomplished?"
Haley let out a huff. In sharing the good news, she had forgotten that she hadn't actually gotten anywhere other than between the sheets at Nathan's. "I don't know," she muttered as she crashed back down to reality. "I mean, we both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, but we kind of fell asleep before we could actually talk about anything."
"So that's why you sounded so groggy when I called."
"Yeah. Shit. Do you think Jake noticed that I'm here?"
"Where'd you park?"
"In the driveway."
"Then he probably saw. Look out the window."
Haley got up and walked to the window and noticed her brother sitting outside on Peyton's porch. She lifted the window and screamed to him, "Hey douche bag! I'm here, so you can quit stalking me."
Haley could hear Peyton's distinctive laugh and Jake's quick response. "I'm not stalking you. I'm hanging out with my girlfriend."
Haley closed the window and rolled her eyes. They never hung out at Peyton's. Since no parents were usually around the James house, it was a much more private setting for a couple.
"You know, my brother is dating a high schooler, so why does he have such a problem with me dating Nathan?"
"The same reason you get all bothered when I talk about me being with Jake."
"That's just gross, Brooke."
"Right. Genius girl still doesn't get it. Pretend like we actually liked Peyton and she wasn't a total emo freak. How would you feel about knowing that they are fucking?"
"Honestly, I don't want to think about my brother fucking anybody. And why must you be so crude about it? They love each other, of course they are going to do the horizontal tango."
"Right, horizontal tango is so much for tasteful."
"Whatever."
Meanwhile…
"So, you know I hate you, right?"
"What did I do this time?"
"How about not tell me that Haley is Jake's little sister. And only seventeen years old."
Chris choked on his drink when he heard that Jake was Haley's brother. "Shit, dude, I didn't know, I swear."
"Can we think about this for a moment?" Nathan said sarcastically. "You see, these days, there's this thing called facebook. You see two people, same last name, same small town. You don't put two and two together?"
"One, do you know how many facebook friends I have? They're called fans. Over two thousand. I'm kind of a big deal. Two, I'm not friends with Jake on facebook. You see, I find it a bit gay to friend another guy that you don't actually hang out with on a regular basis. People friend me, not the other way around. Unless they are extremely hot chicks."
"Why am I even friends with you? You are a complete douche."
"True, but so are you. And we're both going to be famous, so we've got to stick together. You totally hit that though, right?" Nathan gave Chris an evil look, which got across his point quite well. "Jealous, man! I've been trying to get in her pants for the longest time."
"You realize that's illegal? You're freakin twenty-six! She's seventeen!"
"Eighteen in a week, man! So… how was it? it was fucking amazing wasn't it? I bet she's a freak in the bed. Especially after all she drank the other night."
"Do I need to remind you she's Jake's sister? You talk like that about her and he will kick your ass."
"Sadly, I'm not the one who fucked her, which means your ass will be grass well before mine."
"Except I'm much stronger than him, so he can't touch me. You on the other hand are a scrawny little punk."
"Whatever man. Are you gonna tell me what you called me over for?"
"Can't a guy hang out with a neighbor?"
"Yeah, but you said we needed to talk about something. Is it about Haley?"
"Why would you think that?"
"Because I just saw that taut ass of hers leaving here an hour ago. Not too long after I heard mid-day moaning. If I didn't know better, I might think you were the rock star."
"Fuck you."
"Oh come on, Nate. What did you expect when you called me?"
"You're right. I should have known you couldn't take anything seriously."
"Oh, quit being a bitch, Nate. I'm here for you man. Just before we get all serious… how is she man? Amazing, right?"
"Really? You have to ask?"
"So true," Chris grinned while shaking his head. "I heard more than enough to know that she rocked your world."
"She rocked my world? Not the other way around?"
"I guess I couldn't really tell the sounds apart. You were totally in the bathroom though, I do know that, because you woke me up from my nap."
"Your nap?"
"Uh, yes. I take a nap everyday. I'm a fucking rock star, Nate. We have long hours."
"If you're such a fucking rock star, why are you living in an apartment and not some fancy mansion?"
"Because we waste all on money on women and drugs. Seriously, Nate. Quit judging me and tell me what's up. Or else I'm leaving." Chris snapped his fingers and pointed to the door, like a true douche would.
"Fine! The deal is… I like her. She's somehow gorgeous and cute at the same time. We have this incredible chemistry that I have never felt before. And not only is she seventeen years old, but she's my best friend's little sister."
"Eighteen in a week."
"Fine. She's legal, but she's still my best friend's little sister."
"Is he really your best friend if you've never even met his sister? Or could he possibly just be your best friend because he feeds you the ball. Like my agent. Total prick, but he's my 'best friend' because I'd be out of work without him. I mean, think about it Nate, in ten years who do you see by your side, Jake or Haley?"
"Dude, I just met her. I'm not looking ten years down the line. And when did you become such an expert on life?"
"You've obviously never listened to my lyrics. I love the ladies. Just think about it. Maybe not ten years down the road, but do you see Haley with you a month down the road or would it just be a fling? Sure the sex may be good, but would there be more than sex in the relationship?"
"I feel like there already is. I don't know how to explain it…"
"Dude, you sound like a chick."
"Whatever, man. The point is, I like her."
"So date her. See where it goes. You don't have to tell Jake. If it gets serious, then you can tell him. Until then, who says he has to know?"