A/N: This is my first FanFic that I ever posted on fanfiction.net. R&R, but be nice, please. IMPORTANT: It's told in the points of view of all the characters. If there's a change in the middle of a chapter, asterisks () show a change in the points of view. Otherwise, each chapter's told in a different perspective.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this smack, except for the character Samantha.
CHAPTER 1
"Haley!"
My girlfriend was standing a few yards away from me, right in front of the exit from the airplane. Her dark eyes turned to stare at me when she heard her name, and her long dark hair gently whipped her face. She hurried to me.
"What's wrong, Nate?"
"What do you mean what's wrong?" I impatiently gestured to the clock on the terminal wall. "Your friend's flight was supposed to be here half an hour ago! I have a game at 7, and it's already..." I turned to check the time again. "A few minutes to six!!!"
She clasped her hands together. "I know, Nate! And I'm sorry! But, please, please, please just be patient. Her flight might be delayed."
"Or, she might not be coming at all."
Just then, we heard a voice coming a few yards away from where we were standing.
"Oh, my God. Haley James? Is that you?"
Haley sharply turned. "Samantha Edison!!!" They hugged. "Oh, God! I haven't seen you in so long!"
I was surprised to see how her friend (who she affectionately called "Sammie") really looked like. The way she described her, she seemed like an overweight geeky girl who loved to read and write poetry about butterflies and bees. But this "Sammie" was actually a... Well, there's no other way to put this. But she was a BABE. She had medium skin with long, dark wavy hair and big, dark eyes that seemed almost black. Her jeans and polo shirt clung to her body perfectly, accentuating her curves, and-
Wait! Why the hell am I talking this way? Especially when my girlfriend's right here! I shook my head slightly to remove these thoughts.
"What's wrong?" Haley walked up to me without me even noticing. She looked up at me with a worried expression on her face, while her friend just stared.
I looked from one to the other. "Nothing."
"Good." A smile spread across Haley's face. She gestured to her friend. "Nate, this is Samantha Edison. Sammie, this is Nathan Scott."
I stuck out my hand for her to shake. "Pleasure to meet you." Her hand was pretty cold.
"Likewise." She quickly let go. "Scott... Are you related to Lucas Scott?"
I was pretty surprised by the question. How did she know Luke? But then, I remembered that Lucas was Haley's best friend in the entire world, and Haley did call Samantha one of her "best friends" in the entire world when she was younger.
"Yeah," I replied. "He's my brother."
"Brother? I didn't know he had a brother." She looked me up and down. "And you don't look like you'd be his brother."
"Oh, well. Make that half brother."
"Oh!" She smiled. Her smile was very wide, but it was nice, and her teeth were perfect. Too perfect.
We walked out of the terminal to the parking garage. We came to our car, and I helped Samantha put her luggage into the trunk. I got into the driver's seat, while she buckled up in the back seat.
"Nice car," she said.
"Thanks, Samantha."
She laughed. "Don't call me Samantha, please. It sounds so damn formal. You can call me Sam, if anything."
I smiled. "All right."
The first few minutes of the drive, all three of us sat quietly. I turned on the radio, turning the dial, trying to find a good radio station.
"Wait!" Sam screamed.
The sudden outburst made me step on the brakes. I heard horns beeping all around me.
Haley spun around in her seat, her eyes wide with fright. "Sammie, what's wrong?" She sounded worried.
She leaned forward in her seat. "Put it back on the previous station."
I closed my eyes. She nearly killed us for this?!?!?! I thought to myself. I could feel Haley's gaze on me, but I didn't open my eyes to look at her. Hales leaned forward to turn the dial back to the previous station. The sounds of Hoobastank filled the car. I finally opened my eyes and continued driving.
Haley turned around again to face her friend. "I didn't know you liked rock."
Sam was bobbing her head in the backseat. "Are you kidding?!?!?!?! There's no type of music better."
"But, when you left, you only liked-"
"Classical?" Sam finished the sentence for Hales. I heard her laugh. "Yeah, but the city can change you."
"So how's life in San Francisco?" Haley asked.
"Oh, not bad. SF's great." Sam paused a while. I looked in the rear view mirror, and her eyes had a far-off look. "It's definitely not like Tree Hill, though."
I couldn't resist not staying in the conversation. "Why'd you leave Tree Hill in the first place?"
"It's a long story," Sam said, her eyes down.
Haley lightly touched my arm. I turned to look at her every now and then. She leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Don't ask her to explain just yet, okay?"
I didn't know how to respond to that. I just nodded.
A/N: Yup, that's the end of this chapter. Review, please.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this smack, except for the character Samantha.
CHAPTER 1
"Haley!"
My girlfriend was standing a few yards away from me, right in front of the exit from the airplane. Her dark eyes turned to stare at me when she heard her name, and her long dark hair gently whipped her face. She hurried to me.
"What's wrong, Nate?"
"What do you mean what's wrong?" I impatiently gestured to the clock on the terminal wall. "Your friend's flight was supposed to be here half an hour ago! I have a game at 7, and it's already..." I turned to check the time again. "A few minutes to six!!!"
She clasped her hands together. "I know, Nate! And I'm sorry! But, please, please, please just be patient. Her flight might be delayed."
"Or, she might not be coming at all."
Just then, we heard a voice coming a few yards away from where we were standing.
"Oh, my God. Haley James? Is that you?"
Haley sharply turned. "Samantha Edison!!!" They hugged. "Oh, God! I haven't seen you in so long!"
I was surprised to see how her friend (who she affectionately called "Sammie") really looked like. The way she described her, she seemed like an overweight geeky girl who loved to read and write poetry about butterflies and bees. But this "Sammie" was actually a... Well, there's no other way to put this. But she was a BABE. She had medium skin with long, dark wavy hair and big, dark eyes that seemed almost black. Her jeans and polo shirt clung to her body perfectly, accentuating her curves, and-
Wait! Why the hell am I talking this way? Especially when my girlfriend's right here! I shook my head slightly to remove these thoughts.
"What's wrong?" Haley walked up to me without me even noticing. She looked up at me with a worried expression on her face, while her friend just stared.
I looked from one to the other. "Nothing."
"Good." A smile spread across Haley's face. She gestured to her friend. "Nate, this is Samantha Edison. Sammie, this is Nathan Scott."
I stuck out my hand for her to shake. "Pleasure to meet you." Her hand was pretty cold.
"Likewise." She quickly let go. "Scott... Are you related to Lucas Scott?"
I was pretty surprised by the question. How did she know Luke? But then, I remembered that Lucas was Haley's best friend in the entire world, and Haley did call Samantha one of her "best friends" in the entire world when she was younger.
"Yeah," I replied. "He's my brother."
"Brother? I didn't know he had a brother." She looked me up and down. "And you don't look like you'd be his brother."
"Oh, well. Make that half brother."
"Oh!" She smiled. Her smile was very wide, but it was nice, and her teeth were perfect. Too perfect.
We walked out of the terminal to the parking garage. We came to our car, and I helped Samantha put her luggage into the trunk. I got into the driver's seat, while she buckled up in the back seat.
"Nice car," she said.
"Thanks, Samantha."
She laughed. "Don't call me Samantha, please. It sounds so damn formal. You can call me Sam, if anything."
I smiled. "All right."
The first few minutes of the drive, all three of us sat quietly. I turned on the radio, turning the dial, trying to find a good radio station.
"Wait!" Sam screamed.
The sudden outburst made me step on the brakes. I heard horns beeping all around me.
Haley spun around in her seat, her eyes wide with fright. "Sammie, what's wrong?" She sounded worried.
She leaned forward in her seat. "Put it back on the previous station."
I closed my eyes. She nearly killed us for this?!?!?! I thought to myself. I could feel Haley's gaze on me, but I didn't open my eyes to look at her. Hales leaned forward to turn the dial back to the previous station. The sounds of Hoobastank filled the car. I finally opened my eyes and continued driving.
Haley turned around again to face her friend. "I didn't know you liked rock."
Sam was bobbing her head in the backseat. "Are you kidding?!?!?!?! There's no type of music better."
"But, when you left, you only liked-"
"Classical?" Sam finished the sentence for Hales. I heard her laugh. "Yeah, but the city can change you."
"So how's life in San Francisco?" Haley asked.
"Oh, not bad. SF's great." Sam paused a while. I looked in the rear view mirror, and her eyes had a far-off look. "It's definitely not like Tree Hill, though."
I couldn't resist not staying in the conversation. "Why'd you leave Tree Hill in the first place?"
"It's a long story," Sam said, her eyes down.
Haley lightly touched my arm. I turned to look at her every now and then. She leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Don't ask her to explain just yet, okay?"
I didn't know how to respond to that. I just nodded.
A/N: Yup, that's the end of this chapter. Review, please.