Yeah I know I have like 5 stories out there that I have to finish, BUT I
thought about this a little while doing homework. HOPEFULLY, you all will
like it.
It's just the prologue, but if anyone has any suggestions for the next chapter, you can e-mail me, or write it in your review. THANKS! HAPPY READING! -marg.
Prologue
"Lucas, do I HAVE to do this?" whined Haley, playing with the cushion next to her on the large leather couch.
Lucas stared up at her sternly from the desk he was sitting at, holding a phone to his ear. Telling the person to 'hold on,' he covered the mouthpiece and sighed. "Hales, we've been over this about how many times? It's about time you start accepting it." Clearing his throat, he returned to his conversation, holding up a finger, telling Haley to wait, every time she tried to open her mouth.
Feeling like she did when she was 5, she slouched on the couch, and stared at the flat screen TV on the wall. The bright pictures moving, she lifted the remote and turned on the volume, right when the commercials came on.
Laughing at the lame commercials, she waited patiently for the movie to come back on. Watching the preview for the next One Tree Hill, she impatiently started to tap the ground with her sandals. Pulling the cushion unto her lap, she stared disinterestingly at the TV when her commercial for Neutrogena came on.
Flipping the channel, she leaned back on the couch, and settled on the Food Channel. Glancing over at Lucas, she noted that he was still discussing the current issue heatedly. Turning her gaze back over to the TV, she watched as Iron Chef America and some newbie tried to make exquisite meals with clams.
iYuck/i, she thought, almost gagging, [i]Clams?! Gross, who in their right minds would eat clam? [/i] Then remembering that Lucas, sitting over there, ate clams, thought [i]Oh, right. I forgot. Anger boy eats clams, and eats them often.[/i] Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she fought the urge to throw up.
Flipping the channel over to USA Network, she saw her movie playing, and without pausing, flipped over to MTV, where they were discussing her new movie that was out. A little disgusted, but touched by the faithfulness and obsessive-ness of the fans, she turned off the TV and stood up, smoothing her shirt out.
"Lucas, I'm gonna head out. I'll see you later," she waved, as Lucas jotted down some numbers unto a Post-It.
"Don't leave yet. Let me drive you home. Actually, just wait. I've got a surprise for you," Lucas cried excitedly, ending his phone call.
Haley, bored to death now, turned from the door, and said, "But it's not my birthday. Why would you get me anything?"
Lucas smirked, "Can't I give my friend a present whenever I want?"
"Uh, no. Last time, as my friend AND MANAGER/AGENT, you signed me up for some crazy deal. That was NO fun. And I was stuck with recording old, played out songs. And let me remind you of the time when you signed me up for that lame, very lame, movie that you KNEW I didn't want! Do you remember, or must I refresh your memory for you?" She cried out, jabbing him in the chest.
Rubbing his chest in mock-pain, Lucas laughed, "Yeah, but it got you money. Rich and famous, Hales. Rich and famous."
Rolling her eyes, she argued, "You got money too. Remember?"
Lucas argued back, "So what? As your manager, I'm entitled to at least a small percent." Waving the topic away with his hand, he started another topic, "Well, just wait until your surprise gets here."
Haley pretended to think about it. "How about.no?" She said, heading out. She managed to get halfway to her car, when a black SUV rolled up and blocked her path.
Lucas walked over behind her. "Here it is. Your present."
The driver rolled down the window, long enough to hand a ticket over to Lucas, then he drove off.
Haley, skeptically, asked, "What is it?"
Lucas opened up the ticket and exclaimed, "A trip to a secluded island!"
Sighing, Haley responded, "And how do I manage to have time for this? You booked my calendar for like the next two years."
Chuckling, Lucas replied, "Well, I cleared 2 weeks and managed to book this trip for you. You deserve it."
Grabbing the ticket before Lucas could change his mind, Haley leaned over and hugged him. "Thanks Luke. So when do I leave?"
"Uh, not so fast. I also hired a bodyguard to watch over you, just in case that stalker manages to locate you."
Rolling her eyes, Haley started, "Luke.I don't need some big, tough guy to watch over me. I can handle it all on my own."
"Right. Like the time when you went shopping alone, and almost got run over? Or what about that time when fans locked you in your car? Or what about."
"Okay! I got the point! Sheesh, stop while you're ahead."
Before Haley could walk further towards her car, Lucas cried out, "The bodyguard will pick you up tomorrow. That's when your plane leaves. Remember to call me from the plane!"
Turning around to blow him a kiss, Haley yelled, "I will! Thanks so much Luke! But I'll never forgive you for the bodyguard!"
Slamming the door, Haley drove off towards her house, located a few blocks from where Lucas's mansion was located.
"Great. I'm going to be baby-sat during my vacation. God damn it!" Haley muttered, easing into her driveway.
Getting out of her car, she rushed into the house, ticket in hand. Telling the housekeeper that she needn't come for the next 2 weeks, Haley generously paid her, and called the limo driver.
After packing for 2 hours, Haley was burned out. "Geesh! Who knew packing could be so damn tiring?" she asked aloud to the empty house, lying back on her king-sized bed.
She debated whether to call Brooke or not, but decided against it, seeing how Brooke had mentioned that she would be posing for YM, VOGUE, and various magazines. Taking into consideration that Brooke would be tired, Haley set the phone back, and turned on the stereo.
Since it was automatic, shutting off after an hour, Haley didn't think about turning it off as she drifted into deep sleep.
~NEXT MORNING~
Waking up abruptly at 8, Haley scrambled to the bathroom. Emerging 40 minutes later, freshly scrubbed and dressed, she walked to the kitchen and started making breakfast.
Forgetting all about the bodyguard business, Haley was startled when the doorbell rang. When the doorbell rang again, when Haley had almost reached the door, she flung the door wide open, angry.
But the sight in front of her was.interesting. There stood a very tall, about 6'1", man, holding a suitcase in one hand, flowers in the other, staring at her impatiently.
"Uh, who are you?" she demanded.
"Oh, yeah. I'm Nathan Scott, your bodyguard from Bodyguard INC." He answered, handing the bouquet to her.
Accepting gratefully, Haley ushered him in, annoyance from yesterday rising back in her mind.
"Thanks. I'm Haley James."
"Yeah, I know," he interrupted, unimpressed. He set his suitcase near the doorway, and asked, "Ready to go yet? Plane leaves in an hour."
"Well then we have plenty of time. Would you care for some breakfast?" she asked, suddenly nervous.
"uh, no thanks. Already ate. Listen, if you're not ready yet, I could wait in the car. Just hurry up," he ordered, picking up his suitcase.
"Didn't you just say we had an hour?" she asked, heading into the kitchen.
Following her, suitcase still in hand, Nathan replied, "No. I said the PLANE leaves in an hour. We leave here now."
"Well, I'm not ready. Wait here. I'll be ready in 10 minutes," she replied, brushing against him. Trying to lean out of the way, he didn't fail to notice that she fit perfectly against him.
Watching her butt, as she walked down the corridor, he smiled to himself. [i]This was going to be one fun vacation. Hopefully, she's not hard to keep an eye on, the last girl was hell! She wanted to play hide-and-go- seek all the f%@#in' time..Hell no, there is NO F$#@%n' way that I'm doing THAT again! [/i] He thought, scowling at the thought, waiting for Haley to emerge.
~~ [i] and [/i] mean that in between, the words are SUPPOSED to be in ITALICS! Well, hopefully you understood that before. HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Thanks! -marg.
It's just the prologue, but if anyone has any suggestions for the next chapter, you can e-mail me, or write it in your review. THANKS! HAPPY READING! -marg.
Prologue
"Lucas, do I HAVE to do this?" whined Haley, playing with the cushion next to her on the large leather couch.
Lucas stared up at her sternly from the desk he was sitting at, holding a phone to his ear. Telling the person to 'hold on,' he covered the mouthpiece and sighed. "Hales, we've been over this about how many times? It's about time you start accepting it." Clearing his throat, he returned to his conversation, holding up a finger, telling Haley to wait, every time she tried to open her mouth.
Feeling like she did when she was 5, she slouched on the couch, and stared at the flat screen TV on the wall. The bright pictures moving, she lifted the remote and turned on the volume, right when the commercials came on.
Laughing at the lame commercials, she waited patiently for the movie to come back on. Watching the preview for the next One Tree Hill, she impatiently started to tap the ground with her sandals. Pulling the cushion unto her lap, she stared disinterestingly at the TV when her commercial for Neutrogena came on.
Flipping the channel, she leaned back on the couch, and settled on the Food Channel. Glancing over at Lucas, she noted that he was still discussing the current issue heatedly. Turning her gaze back over to the TV, she watched as Iron Chef America and some newbie tried to make exquisite meals with clams.
iYuck/i, she thought, almost gagging, [i]Clams?! Gross, who in their right minds would eat clam? [/i] Then remembering that Lucas, sitting over there, ate clams, thought [i]Oh, right. I forgot. Anger boy eats clams, and eats them often.[/i] Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she fought the urge to throw up.
Flipping the channel over to USA Network, she saw her movie playing, and without pausing, flipped over to MTV, where they were discussing her new movie that was out. A little disgusted, but touched by the faithfulness and obsessive-ness of the fans, she turned off the TV and stood up, smoothing her shirt out.
"Lucas, I'm gonna head out. I'll see you later," she waved, as Lucas jotted down some numbers unto a Post-It.
"Don't leave yet. Let me drive you home. Actually, just wait. I've got a surprise for you," Lucas cried excitedly, ending his phone call.
Haley, bored to death now, turned from the door, and said, "But it's not my birthday. Why would you get me anything?"
Lucas smirked, "Can't I give my friend a present whenever I want?"
"Uh, no. Last time, as my friend AND MANAGER/AGENT, you signed me up for some crazy deal. That was NO fun. And I was stuck with recording old, played out songs. And let me remind you of the time when you signed me up for that lame, very lame, movie that you KNEW I didn't want! Do you remember, or must I refresh your memory for you?" She cried out, jabbing him in the chest.
Rubbing his chest in mock-pain, Lucas laughed, "Yeah, but it got you money. Rich and famous, Hales. Rich and famous."
Rolling her eyes, she argued, "You got money too. Remember?"
Lucas argued back, "So what? As your manager, I'm entitled to at least a small percent." Waving the topic away with his hand, he started another topic, "Well, just wait until your surprise gets here."
Haley pretended to think about it. "How about.no?" She said, heading out. She managed to get halfway to her car, when a black SUV rolled up and blocked her path.
Lucas walked over behind her. "Here it is. Your present."
The driver rolled down the window, long enough to hand a ticket over to Lucas, then he drove off.
Haley, skeptically, asked, "What is it?"
Lucas opened up the ticket and exclaimed, "A trip to a secluded island!"
Sighing, Haley responded, "And how do I manage to have time for this? You booked my calendar for like the next two years."
Chuckling, Lucas replied, "Well, I cleared 2 weeks and managed to book this trip for you. You deserve it."
Grabbing the ticket before Lucas could change his mind, Haley leaned over and hugged him. "Thanks Luke. So when do I leave?"
"Uh, not so fast. I also hired a bodyguard to watch over you, just in case that stalker manages to locate you."
Rolling her eyes, Haley started, "Luke.I don't need some big, tough guy to watch over me. I can handle it all on my own."
"Right. Like the time when you went shopping alone, and almost got run over? Or what about that time when fans locked you in your car? Or what about."
"Okay! I got the point! Sheesh, stop while you're ahead."
Before Haley could walk further towards her car, Lucas cried out, "The bodyguard will pick you up tomorrow. That's when your plane leaves. Remember to call me from the plane!"
Turning around to blow him a kiss, Haley yelled, "I will! Thanks so much Luke! But I'll never forgive you for the bodyguard!"
Slamming the door, Haley drove off towards her house, located a few blocks from where Lucas's mansion was located.
"Great. I'm going to be baby-sat during my vacation. God damn it!" Haley muttered, easing into her driveway.
Getting out of her car, she rushed into the house, ticket in hand. Telling the housekeeper that she needn't come for the next 2 weeks, Haley generously paid her, and called the limo driver.
After packing for 2 hours, Haley was burned out. "Geesh! Who knew packing could be so damn tiring?" she asked aloud to the empty house, lying back on her king-sized bed.
She debated whether to call Brooke or not, but decided against it, seeing how Brooke had mentioned that she would be posing for YM, VOGUE, and various magazines. Taking into consideration that Brooke would be tired, Haley set the phone back, and turned on the stereo.
Since it was automatic, shutting off after an hour, Haley didn't think about turning it off as she drifted into deep sleep.
~NEXT MORNING~
Waking up abruptly at 8, Haley scrambled to the bathroom. Emerging 40 minutes later, freshly scrubbed and dressed, she walked to the kitchen and started making breakfast.
Forgetting all about the bodyguard business, Haley was startled when the doorbell rang. When the doorbell rang again, when Haley had almost reached the door, she flung the door wide open, angry.
But the sight in front of her was.interesting. There stood a very tall, about 6'1", man, holding a suitcase in one hand, flowers in the other, staring at her impatiently.
"Uh, who are you?" she demanded.
"Oh, yeah. I'm Nathan Scott, your bodyguard from Bodyguard INC." He answered, handing the bouquet to her.
Accepting gratefully, Haley ushered him in, annoyance from yesterday rising back in her mind.
"Thanks. I'm Haley James."
"Yeah, I know," he interrupted, unimpressed. He set his suitcase near the doorway, and asked, "Ready to go yet? Plane leaves in an hour."
"Well then we have plenty of time. Would you care for some breakfast?" she asked, suddenly nervous.
"uh, no thanks. Already ate. Listen, if you're not ready yet, I could wait in the car. Just hurry up," he ordered, picking up his suitcase.
"Didn't you just say we had an hour?" she asked, heading into the kitchen.
Following her, suitcase still in hand, Nathan replied, "No. I said the PLANE leaves in an hour. We leave here now."
"Well, I'm not ready. Wait here. I'll be ready in 10 minutes," she replied, brushing against him. Trying to lean out of the way, he didn't fail to notice that she fit perfectly against him.
Watching her butt, as she walked down the corridor, he smiled to himself. [i]This was going to be one fun vacation. Hopefully, she's not hard to keep an eye on, the last girl was hell! She wanted to play hide-and-go- seek all the f%@#in' time..Hell no, there is NO F$#@%n' way that I'm doing THAT again! [/i] He thought, scowling at the thought, waiting for Haley to emerge.
~~ [i] and [/i] mean that in between, the words are SUPPOSED to be in ITALICS! Well, hopefully you understood that before. HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Thanks! -marg.