The River was nice and quiet as far up as the dock was. Most of the shipping that came in didn't venture far into the small tidal branch. So it made a nice place to keep a boat and to fish.
Huck and Kelly sat on the docks with their fish gear and just chatted.
"So why are we doing this again?" Kelly asked.
Huck still looked across the river, "Because I want to spend time with my sister," he finally said.
"Yeah, but you know I hate fishing off the docks."
Huck just shrugged, "Well I'm not taking the boat out."
She shook her head at her brother then checked her watch, "Damn, I got to get ready. Dad is taking me out tonight."
Huck looked down cast and returned his stare to his line.
"Huckleberry, is Dad not coming home tonight?" she asked.
He sucked in hard, so hard he bared his teeth. "Well he got asked to work again. So he took it."
She turned red with anger. "Damn it! I needed to go shopping and it was a good excuse to spend time with him."
Huck shook his head. "Well he asked me to take you shopping, and he said he's sorry."
That was when Kelly broke down crying. Huck took his sister and pulled her close to comfort her.
The room told so many stories. This house had many stories. The room that Angela had was once her brothers.
She lay on the bed and looked over pictures. They were old pictures. She flipped it backwards and took every face in.
Her brother and cousin were always there, as were their wives. Among the favorite family members was her Cousin James, who was born the same day as she was. She remembered having a good life and raising, and Lucas was always there, a mixture of a father and brother.
Finally she came to pictures of her father. A man she would never know. She started to cry. Her tears fell on to the picture of Keith A Scott, her father and Lucas' Uncle.
Peyton walked into her daughter Ellie's room. The younger girl looked up at her mother. Peyton smiled at her and slide onto the bed next to her.
"I heard you wanted to be a cheerleader," Peyton said.
Ellie looked up at her Mother. "Yes I do," she said.
Peyton hugged her. "You know I was a cheerleader," she said.
Ellie shook her head, "Of course, that is how you met Dad."
Peyton nodded, "Is that why you wanted to cheer, because I did?"
Ellie thought about it. She remembered how she was younger and after they settled in Tree Hill their mother enrolled her and her sister in art class and cheerleading. Everyone would joke that she was trying to make two mini-Peytons. It didn't quiet work; Ellie enjoyed the cheerleading, where Kay enjoyed art.
"Mom, I've always enjoyed cheering. It is something I want to keep doing," she said.
Peyton got up and walked to the door. "Good Answer," she said with a smile and threw Ellie a set of Pom-poms, "So you can practice."
Ellie was just beaming.
Lucas walked into his son's room. Keith was listening to some obscure indie music. Keith had inherited his Mother's Love of Music. Lucas sat on his son's desk.
"Why did you club Angela during your game?" Lucas asked.
"It was an accident," Keith said.
Lucas nodded, "From what I heard it didn't look like an accident."
Keith shook his head. "So if it wasn't? What about it? She deserved it!" he yelled at his father.
"Why did Angela deserve to get clubbed?" Lucas shot back.
Keith was starting to shake, "Because she's better then me, because she seems to get everyone's attention, and because she is who she is."
Lucas stood up and his stare bored down on his son, "And who is she?"
"A bastard!" Keith shouted.
Lucas just turned and walked out of the room. He walked by Peyton and muttered under his breath, "I'm going out."
Peyton sat in the window seat with her daughter Kay. It was soon after Lucas stormed out of the house. She rubbed her eyes and then looked at her other daughter. Ellie was the younger of the twins. Kay was the older by two minutes and also was the more sensitive of the two.
Keith inherited Lucas' love of basketball, and her love of music. Ellie had Peyton's love of cheerleading and Lucas' love of books. While Kay was the artist and loved to write, Peyton had several of Kay's self made short books stored somewhere.
"Mom, what was it like watching Dad play basketball?" Kay asked.
Peyton thought for a second. "It was amazing. He loved the game and it came out in how he played. He left it all on the court too; he was different off the court. What was better was watching the man I loved play," she said.
Kay smiled, and slid over to Peyton. "I finished a new drawing," she said.
Peyton took her daughter's pad and hugged her as she looked at the drawing. It was a self portrait, she was wearing a Raven's Basketball shirt and the caption said, "Daddy's Girl."
Lucas stood at the River Court. This was where some of the best times of his life took place. He stood just off the court looking at the one hoop he and his friends always played at. This was where he beat Nathan to be on the Raven's Basketball team.
As he stood there remembering the old days, he seemed focused elsewhere. He was still shaken by what Keith had said. It was too much to take and he didn't want to have anything affect him before his next Doctor's appointment.
Sounds of foot steps shook him out of his thoughts. He was about to turn around and started to say something.
"Look Pey…"
The person looked at him with piercing blue eyes, and smiled.
"Hello Big Brother, I expected I could find you here," he said.
"Nathan," Lucas said and rushed over and embraced his brother.