Z'oh my days, I'm actually updating this this is new. Lol. :) I know it's taken me ages and I am sooo sorry, also sorry for any errors or missing words, fanfiction seems to like randomly deleting them sometimes, lol. But anyway... here it is (finally) Enjoy!

She woke up with a major crick in her neck. She hadn't meant to fall asleep in the hospital chair, and it was going to set her back all day.

She looked over at her best friend lying in the hospital bed, she looked so peaceful. So serene, she didn't want to wake her really. But when Nathan Scott came charging into the room with a massive WAKE UP SAWYER, the blonde startled awake by the sound.

"Meh!" she looked around with bleary eyes "Nathan?"

"Yep! C'mon, you're heading home today so wake up already!" He was wearing a huge smile on his face.

"Today? Hotshot, are you sure? I thought she was coming back tomorrow?" Brooke's perfectly plucked eyebrows raised into an arch, and she pulled her personal planner out of her bag and began shifting through her appointments.

"God, bless touch-screens, gets ya there so much quicker."

She muttered under her breath, but Nathan and Peyton still heard her. Catching each other's eye at Brooke's weird obsession with her personal planner, they both tried to suppress laughs.

Nathan was surprised to say the least at how quickly he and Peyton seemed to have re-acquainted. They had already reached their usual friendly banter and sibling-like personality. He even beat Brooke there, though not by much. At moments like this, when it was just the three of them, all signs of amnesia were forgotten – they were back to being the best friends they were in high school.

"Right! Found it! Peyton comes home... today. Oh, you were right Nate."

That did it. The look on Brooke's face, the shame at being wrong and Nathan being right, caused her two best friends to burst into laughter.

"What?" she acted indignant. "Oh, come on guys! I'm allowed to be wrong once in my life."

"Yeah, you are. But that was not the first time!"

"Nathan!" she whined at him.

"Ok. I'll be the medium shall I?" Peyton asked. They both looked at her sheepishly. "So, I've like only known you for about two weeks, and even I know you can be wrong Brooke. And that you" she pointed to Nathan "shouldn't antagonise her." She chastised him.

Both of them looked at the floor like two children that just got caught doing something bad by their mother. Peyton smiled.

"Oh stop pouting you two, I wanna actually get out of this hospital!"


"Hey, baby." Nathan leant over the back of the sofa and wrapped his arms around his wife's shoulders, hugging her from behind.

Haley put down the book she was reading, putting her hands up to receive the hug. "Mmm, hey hunny, how was your day?"

Nathan moved forward and went to sit next to her. "It was ok. I helped Brooke get Peyt home, and then I went to the court with Skillz and Luke."

"Oh, really. How was Skillz?" she asked with nonchalance.

"He was fine, do you not wanna know about Luke?" she gently shook her head, looking away slightly. "Seriously, Hales, you haven't spoken to Luke in weeks, what happened?"

"Nothing, honestly, sometimes people fall out over stupid things."

"And what type of stupid thing did you guys fall out over?"

"Nathan." She stood up, "just drop it already, if I wanted to tell you, I would have done so by now."

She stormed out of the room, leaving Nathan wondering what the hell was going on.


Previously...

"Right Haley, well just because YOUR life is perfect, DOESN'T MEAN EVERYONE ELSE'S IS TOO!" he roared at her.

"I NEVER said my life was perfect Lucas Eugene Scott, so don't you dare say that I did!"

"Oh, you don't have to say it for everyone to know Hales. You walk around on your high horse and you don't think about anyone else. You're so selfish Haley James" He said her nickname scathingly.

"That is not true, Lucas" her voice cracked as she said his name, and her tone softened, tears brimming at her eyes. "I have done nothing but support you over the years." A tear drop fell, then another. Soon, they were silently streaming down her face. "When you joined the ravens, I was on your side. When you and Peyton cheated on Brooke, I was on your side. When you slept with bar-slut Nikki, I was on your side. When you decided to run away from your problems to Charlotte, I was on your side. When you came back and Brooke and Peyton hated you, I was on your side. When you decided you wanted Brooke back, I was on your side. When you didn't want to go to Jimmy Edwards funeral, I was on your side. When you actually did go to the funeral, I was on your side. Fair enough, when you kissed Peyton in the library I wasn't at first but then, guess what Luke, I was on your side! When you and Peyton finally got together after the psycho stalker thing, I was on YOUR side. When you came back from L.A after that proposal, I was on YOUR BLOODY SIDE! Do you see where this is going Luke? Because I was ALWAYS on your side, always there for you, but you can't see that can you? You call me selfish, Lucas? Seriously, you might want to look in the mirror sometime."

She span around, fire dancing in her eyes, fully intent on leaving the door and never seeing him again.

"Hales. Wait." He grabbed her arm gently, forcing her to wait.

"What, Lucas? What more can you possibly more do you want Luke?"

"Just to tell you, I'm sorry. I've had a bad day, and I'm taking it out on you."

"Don't apologise." Relief filled his face as she said that. "Because, I've had enough."

Horror filled his expression, "What? Hales, what do you mean?"

"I've had enough Lucas. As far as I'm concerned, this friendship is over."

And with that she left the room, and that was the last time he'd seen her in three weeks.

Now...

Haley looked in the mirror, and subconsciously put her hand on her still flat stomach. Right now, she really needed her best friend.

"What have I done, baby?" she said to her unborn child as a tear silently slid down her face.

This was fairly short, I think. Lol, my word count isn't working tehe. But I quite liked this chapter, even if I wasn't planning to go here with this. I know this had a lot of Laley friendship/hate (eek) but I really don't know where it came from. Next chapter, I might bring Peyton's memory back, or should I drag it out a bit longer? Up to you, R&R xx