Once again, I CANNOT thank all of my faithful reviewers enough. I know I was kind of slow with this chapter, I truly apologize. College has been crazy and life, well, let's just say it's…intense. But never fear, because here I am with another update. Enjoy. Oh and this chapter is mostly just a filler. Ya know, fluff. It's not really vital to the storyline, but after seeing the latest episode (which made me fall in love with Nathan all over again) I was in a Naley fluff kind of mood, so here ya go! Happy Reading.
My eyes slowly flutter open as I feel Nathan shift slightly from beneath me; my small body on top of his, his arms encircled protectively around my waist. I open my eyes cautiously, allowing them to adjust to the light coming through the window. I turn my head up to look at him, and I'm surprised to see him looking back at me. The combined look of adoration and sleepiness in his eyes overwhelms me; I lean up, gently placing a kiss on his soft lips.
"Mmmm. Good morning to you too, beautiful." He says smiling at me before returning the kiss, a little more forcefully.
He slowly repositions our bodies, so that he's hovering slightly above me, our lips never parting. His right hand traces the lines of my face, his left arm is tightly wrapped around my waist, pulling my body closer to his, deepening our already passionate kiss. My hand travels gently across his face, trailing to the back of his neck as I run it through his hair. My free hand slowly finds its way across his body, traveling down his chest until I find the hem of his shirt, tugging at it gently to let him know that I want it gone. I feel him smile against my lips as he begrudgingly pulls away and reaches to remove his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine…
WHATCHA GOIN' DO WITH ALL THAT JUNK?
ALL THAT JUNK THAT'S IN YOUR TRUNK.
I'MA GET GET GET GET YOU DRUNK,
GET YOU LOVE DRUNK OFF MY HUMP.
Brooke's ringtone startles me, causing me to jump and topple off of Nathan and the couch, bumping my head on the coffee table in the process.
"Son of a –"
"Haley?" Nathan asks in a concerned sleepy voice. I glance at him quickly before looking away. Afraid if I make eye contact he might somehow know what I was dreaming about. Damn, it was just a dream; a perfectly perfect dream that Brooke ruined.
WHATCHA GOIN' DO WITH ALL THAT JUNK?
ALL THAT JUNK THAT'S IN YOUR TRUNK.
I'MA GET GET GET GET YOU DRUNK,
GET YOU LOVE DRUNK OFF MY HUMP.
"Haley!" Nathan groans, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow his face is buried in. "Either answer that phone or make it stop before I throw it out of the window."
I grin shyly as I put the phone to my ear. "To what do I owe the pleasure Brooke?"
"Is my brother there?" Lucas asks on the other end, surprising me.
"Well nice to talk to you too Sunshine." I say sarcastically into the receiver causing Luke to laugh.
"Sorry, Haley. Good Morning. Now, is my brother there?"
"You mean Nathan?" I ask sweetly, causing Nathan to turn his face to me, smiling at me sleepily.
"No Haley I mean my other brother…of course I mean Nathan!" He exclaims, I smile to myself, knowing that I'm frustrating him. Good that's what he gets for calling at the crack of dawn and disturbing me from my dream.
"Well you know, considering who your father is…"
"OOKKAY," Nathan says, snatching the phone from me. "I think that's about enough out of you Ms. James. You're feisty in the mornings." He says looking down at me. Feisty in the mornings?!? Psshh, you should see me in my dreams…Oh My God! Did I really just think that?!? My face betrays me by turning a dark shade of pink. Nathan looks at me strangely before putting the phone to his ear.
"Luke?"
"Nathan, what happened man? I thought you were going to come get your car last night?"
Nathan looks down at me. "Yeah man, sorry about that. It's just I knew if I went home last night I would've worried about Hales all night so I decided to just stay with her. Give me fifteen minutes to get ready and then I'll walk over there and get it." He says as he sits up, stretching his free arm above his head.
"Nah, bro it's alright. Brooke's car is here too, so she'll drive her's to school and I'll come get you and Hales in about an hour, cool?" Lucas asks.
"Yeah man that's fine, except for one thing." Nathan says, his tone serious and direct.
"Okay, what's that?"
"It's HALEY, not Hales."
I can hear Lucas laugh on the other line. "Alright man! Sorry! Geez you guys are protective over one another."
"Yeah well…" Nathan states, and I can feel his gaze on my face as I carefully study the hem of my shirt. "We'll see you in about an hour." He hangs up the phone, places it on the coffee table and stretches his other arm above his head, yawning.
"Haley?" Nathan begins.
I look at him slowly, praying that the crimson color has left my face. "Yeah?"
"Why are you on the floor? He asks with his head slightly cocked to the side and a furrowed crease in his brow. If only this boy knew how gorgeous he is. Well, I mean of course he KNOWS, he's Nathan Scott. Him not knowing he's hot is like Bill Gates not knowing he's rich. But…if only Nathan knew how truly amazing he is…to me.
"Haley?" He asks again, concern joining the confused expression on his face.
"Huh?" I ask, jolted once again from my wandering thoughts. "Oh, haha, when the phone rang it startled me and I kind of…fell of the couch." I state shyly looking up at him.
He looks back at me, laughter in his eyes, a smile on his face. "Did you sleep well last night, were you comfortable?"
More than you'll ever know. "Yeah, I was fine. You?"
He nods his head, standing up to stretch. He extends his hand down to help me up. I put both feet on the floor, preparing to stand up, until a sharp pain in my ankle reminds me that I can't. I fall back onto the couch, silently willing the tears in my eyes not to fall, even though they do.
"Oh, Haley! Are you okay?" He asks, and immediately he's by my side, softly wiping the tears from my eyes. I nod my head yes even as the tears continue to fall. He wraps his arms around me, gently rocking me back and forth until my crying subsides; leaving behind traces of tears on my stained face.
"Are you okay now?" He whispers into my hair, laying a small kiss atop my head.
I take a deep breath before turning to look at him. "Yeah, it's just…I actually had forgotten that it was hurt. Now I think it hurts worse than it did yesterday."
He looks down at me as I talk, his concerned eyes meeting mine. "Well, I don't know Hales, maybe you shouldn't go to school today. I mean, it's not like you can go to practice anyways."
I raise my eyebrows at him incredulously. Doesn't he know I'm Tutor Girl? "Nathan, I appreciate your concern, I really do, but I have to go to school. It's only the second day and I meet my new tutees and you know I hate missing school."
"Yeah but Haley…" he starts, attempting to argue his point, but I quickly cut him off by a shake of my head.
"No Nathan, I'm not arguing this one. I'm going to school." I look at him and can see the uncertainty in his eyes. I sigh. "If it'll make you feel better I'll use the crutches I have from breaking my foot a couple of years ago, that way I won't be walking on it all day."
"And you pinky promise to tell me if it starts to bother you too much?" He asks, looking at me questioningly, holding out his pinky.
"Pinky promise." I say with a laugh, hooking my pinky around his. "Now come on mister. We have to get ready for school." I stand up and let him help me into my bedroom to change. He stops halfway down the hallway and turns to look at me.
"Haley has it ever occurred to you that you're such a nerd that you would rather gimp down the hallway all day than miss ONE DAY of classes?" He asks, a smart ass smirk smacked on his face.
I turn to him, my smile sweet. "Nathan has it ever occurred to you that if I wasn't such a nerd you'd still be trying to pass the seventh grade?"
He slowly nods his head, that damn smirk now replaced with an amused smile. "Touché, James, Touché."