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Feels Like Home
The early autumn breeze kicked up, sending the brown leaves skittering over ground, making soft scratching noises against the asphalt. Trees of oranges, yellows and reds swayed in the breeze, sending more leaves falling to the ground. All was quiet except for the occasional car that drove by, but even then you could only hear the hiss of the tires on the road, before it disappeard from sight, like it had never been there at all.
The air was filled with anticipation and at last the silence was broken by the shrill ringing of the school bell. The atmosphere was no longer silent. It filled with the sounds of excited teenagers, eager to get home for the weekend. Cars pulled out of the parking lot and the once deserted courtyard filled with chattering students, discussing their days and their plans for the weekend. There were more students inside the building as well. Still having yet to emerge from it's confining walls.
I was one of those who had yet to emerge. I was gathering the last of my things from my locker. I ticked off the assignments in my head and then tossed what I needed in my bag, along with a notebook or two for my tutoring sessions later. Then I took out my honey colored leather jacket, which I loved very much. I pulled it over my white chiffon top that had dusty roses on it. The jacket even matched my leather knee high boots and it went well with my denim skirt. I never was much of a fashion freak, but shopping with my Aunt sometimes piled up some style on me.
Grabbing my one shoulder bag, I exited to the school doors and paused to inhale the fresh fall air. I let a soft smile curve my lips and I observed the students milling around. I was not lost in the crowd, but I wasn't really a part of it either. I used to be considered an outsider, but then my best friend got boosted to Mr. Popular and of course, I went with him. I still wasn't used to a lot a people knowing my name.
I looked around once more, before starting down the steps, humming a catchy tune under my breathe. I was in a good mood today and for no particular reason. I just felt like being happy and relaxed. I sighed contentedly, as I weaved my way through the throng of students.
"Haley!" A voice called from behind me. I turned to see a familiar figure jogging toward me. Lucas Scott had his bag slung haphazardly over his shoulder and a huge grin covering his handsome face. I tucked a loose strand of my auburn hair behind my ear, as I waited for him to catch up.
"Hello Almighty One!" I teased, turning to continue once he was beside me. His long legged stride easily matching my own.
He laughed, a glorious sound I would always treasure. "Hello Annoying One!" He shot back playfully, slinging his arm around my shoulders.
"Ha Ha, very funny." I stuck my tongue out at him, as we started our daily walk to the Cafe.
"I thought so." He replied casually. "So it's a glorious Friday evening, what shall we do?" His eyes held a familiar gleam in them.
"Movie Night!" I blurted excitedly. Ever since we were little, Lucas and I had Movie Night, we'd rent our favorite movies and stay up late watching them and pigging out of junk food. We'd also talk about our problems or just catch up with every detial of each other's lives, as if we didn't know what was going on anyway.
"Ding ding ding, we have a winner!" Lucas crowed dramatically. "Definately, we haven't done one of those in awhile."
"Yeah, not since before all this basketball, Peyton and Nathan crap." I smiled up at him.
He winced. "I'm so sick of all that drama."
"Preaching to the choir, Buddy." I smiled softly. "But, let's not talk about that. This is a you and me night."
"I agree. So, you want to hit the video store now or later?" Lucas asked, as we tossed our bags in the back of his red tow truck, that had Scott's Garage printed on the side of it.
"Now, more selctions." I climbed into the passenger seat and once Luke started the truck, I began to fiddle with the radio.
"Okay, so two films of my choice and two films of yours." Luke agreed with a nod of his head. he easily pulled the big truck out of the parking lot and onto main street towards the video store.
Lucas's POV
I browsed the shelves of videos, trying to find something that Haley would actually sit through. I wanted an action film, but nothing that was too gory for her. She'd end up leaving the room.
I looked up and spotted Haley in the romantic comedy selections. I knew she was doing the same thing, trying to find something not too gushy for me to sit through. She was really good that way, always saving the really gushy chick flicks for herself and not making me sit through them.
I paused at The Italian Job, noting that Charlese Theron was in it, so it couldn't be too bad. Plus, Haley did like Mark Wahlberg and Seth Green. It also had Donald Sutherland and Ed Norton for me. I pulled it off the rack and looked for my next pick.
I didn't even notice Haley sneak up behind me, until she tapped my shoulder. I jumped and spun around to face her. She was grinning broadly.
"Gotcha!" She teased, giggling like a school girl.
"Hales." I growled, nudging her out of the way with my hip. "That wasn't very nice."
"I know, it's 'cause I'm so mean." She trotted after me, still laughing.
"You're anything, but." I looked over at her and smiled. She really was pretty, it surprised me that Ihad never really noticed before. I mean, Haley has been my best friend since we were six.
"Aw, tear." She traced a line down her cheek with her finger, before bursting into laughter.
"You're a total Dork, Haley." I chuckled and shook my head, before beginning to browse for another movie.
"Hey! Watch it!" She slapped me playfully on the arm. I pretend to be wounded. "Oh grow up. I barely touched you!"
I laughed again and plucked Charlie's Angels from the rack. "Here we go, some romance for you and some action and hot girls for me."
"Typical male." She took the dvd from my hands. "Ooh, The Italian Job! Now that choice I like." She took the other dvd.
"What did you get?" I asked, pulling her dvds from her hands. "Down With Love and Moulin Rouge. C'mon Hales, you trying to kill me?"
"I'm in a Ewan Mcgregor mood." She shrugged. "Besides, I'm sitting through Charlie's Angels for you."
"Yeah, but that's only one movie, Hales. You're making me sit through two." I protested.
"Please?" She gave me the most convincing puppy-dog eyes I had even witnessed her use. How could I say no to those.
"Fine." I grumbled, running a hand through my unruly hair. "But, you so owe me." I warned her.
"Deal." She scampered off to the register, like a little girl who had just convinced her daddy to by her some candy.
I shook my head and followed. It was going to be a long night. Oh yes, a long night indeed.
Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. You know the drill, if you want more, review to your heart's content. I'm not going to freak out if you flame me because I need the criticism, but just remember that you're not a pultzer prize winning author yourself, so don't be too hard on me.
Feels Like Home
The early autumn breeze kicked up, sending the brown leaves skittering over ground, making soft scratching noises against the asphalt. Trees of oranges, yellows and reds swayed in the breeze, sending more leaves falling to the ground. All was quiet except for the occasional car that drove by, but even then you could only hear the hiss of the tires on the road, before it disappeard from sight, like it had never been there at all.
The air was filled with anticipation and at last the silence was broken by the shrill ringing of the school bell. The atmosphere was no longer silent. It filled with the sounds of excited teenagers, eager to get home for the weekend. Cars pulled out of the parking lot and the once deserted courtyard filled with chattering students, discussing their days and their plans for the weekend. There were more students inside the building as well. Still having yet to emerge from it's confining walls.
I was one of those who had yet to emerge. I was gathering the last of my things from my locker. I ticked off the assignments in my head and then tossed what I needed in my bag, along with a notebook or two for my tutoring sessions later. Then I took out my honey colored leather jacket, which I loved very much. I pulled it over my white chiffon top that had dusty roses on it. The jacket even matched my leather knee high boots and it went well with my denim skirt. I never was much of a fashion freak, but shopping with my Aunt sometimes piled up some style on me.
Grabbing my one shoulder bag, I exited to the school doors and paused to inhale the fresh fall air. I let a soft smile curve my lips and I observed the students milling around. I was not lost in the crowd, but I wasn't really a part of it either. I used to be considered an outsider, but then my best friend got boosted to Mr. Popular and of course, I went with him. I still wasn't used to a lot a people knowing my name.
I looked around once more, before starting down the steps, humming a catchy tune under my breathe. I was in a good mood today and for no particular reason. I just felt like being happy and relaxed. I sighed contentedly, as I weaved my way through the throng of students.
"Haley!" A voice called from behind me. I turned to see a familiar figure jogging toward me. Lucas Scott had his bag slung haphazardly over his shoulder and a huge grin covering his handsome face. I tucked a loose strand of my auburn hair behind my ear, as I waited for him to catch up.
"Hello Almighty One!" I teased, turning to continue once he was beside me. His long legged stride easily matching my own.
He laughed, a glorious sound I would always treasure. "Hello Annoying One!" He shot back playfully, slinging his arm around my shoulders.
"Ha Ha, very funny." I stuck my tongue out at him, as we started our daily walk to the Cafe.
"I thought so." He replied casually. "So it's a glorious Friday evening, what shall we do?" His eyes held a familiar gleam in them.
"Movie Night!" I blurted excitedly. Ever since we were little, Lucas and I had Movie Night, we'd rent our favorite movies and stay up late watching them and pigging out of junk food. We'd also talk about our problems or just catch up with every detial of each other's lives, as if we didn't know what was going on anyway.
"Ding ding ding, we have a winner!" Lucas crowed dramatically. "Definately, we haven't done one of those in awhile."
"Yeah, not since before all this basketball, Peyton and Nathan crap." I smiled up at him.
He winced. "I'm so sick of all that drama."
"Preaching to the choir, Buddy." I smiled softly. "But, let's not talk about that. This is a you and me night."
"I agree. So, you want to hit the video store now or later?" Lucas asked, as we tossed our bags in the back of his red tow truck, that had Scott's Garage printed on the side of it.
"Now, more selctions." I climbed into the passenger seat and once Luke started the truck, I began to fiddle with the radio.
"Okay, so two films of my choice and two films of yours." Luke agreed with a nod of his head. he easily pulled the big truck out of the parking lot and onto main street towards the video store.
Lucas's POV
I browsed the shelves of videos, trying to find something that Haley would actually sit through. I wanted an action film, but nothing that was too gory for her. She'd end up leaving the room.
I looked up and spotted Haley in the romantic comedy selections. I knew she was doing the same thing, trying to find something not too gushy for me to sit through. She was really good that way, always saving the really gushy chick flicks for herself and not making me sit through them.
I paused at The Italian Job, noting that Charlese Theron was in it, so it couldn't be too bad. Plus, Haley did like Mark Wahlberg and Seth Green. It also had Donald Sutherland and Ed Norton for me. I pulled it off the rack and looked for my next pick.
I didn't even notice Haley sneak up behind me, until she tapped my shoulder. I jumped and spun around to face her. She was grinning broadly.
"Gotcha!" She teased, giggling like a school girl.
"Hales." I growled, nudging her out of the way with my hip. "That wasn't very nice."
"I know, it's 'cause I'm so mean." She trotted after me, still laughing.
"You're anything, but." I looked over at her and smiled. She really was pretty, it surprised me that Ihad never really noticed before. I mean, Haley has been my best friend since we were six.
"Aw, tear." She traced a line down her cheek with her finger, before bursting into laughter.
"You're a total Dork, Haley." I chuckled and shook my head, before beginning to browse for another movie.
"Hey! Watch it!" She slapped me playfully on the arm. I pretend to be wounded. "Oh grow up. I barely touched you!"
I laughed again and plucked Charlie's Angels from the rack. "Here we go, some romance for you and some action and hot girls for me."
"Typical male." She took the dvd from my hands. "Ooh, The Italian Job! Now that choice I like." She took the other dvd.
"What did you get?" I asked, pulling her dvds from her hands. "Down With Love and Moulin Rouge. C'mon Hales, you trying to kill me?"
"I'm in a Ewan Mcgregor mood." She shrugged. "Besides, I'm sitting through Charlie's Angels for you."
"Yeah, but that's only one movie, Hales. You're making me sit through two." I protested.
"Please?" She gave me the most convincing puppy-dog eyes I had even witnessed her use. How could I say no to those.
"Fine." I grumbled, running a hand through my unruly hair. "But, you so owe me." I warned her.
"Deal." She scampered off to the register, like a little girl who had just convinced her daddy to by her some candy.
I shook my head and followed. It was going to be a long night. Oh yes, a long night indeed.
Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. You know the drill, if you want more, review to your heart's content. I'm not going to freak out if you flame me because I need the criticism, but just remember that you're not a pultzer prize winning author yourself, so don't be too hard on me.