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characters (I wish), but this is just a way for me to blow off steam for
not having Chad Michael Murray as my bf. Read and please enjoy whether you
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"Where is it, where is it, where is it," mumbled a British girl to herself as she steered her '79 Ferrari around a corner and flicked back her perfectly straight blond hair, making her huge hoop earrings swing. She set down the directions in the seat of her car and pulled into the driveway of Karen's Café. She stared at it for a second, then back at the sheet of directions on the seat, then back again at the café. Then she just commenced in sitting there and staring at it. Going in there could mean life or death.
"Who is that girl?" Haley asked Jake as she walked into the kitchen with an order in her hand.
Jake looked out the window to see a very pretty girl with large blue eyes just sitting there staring at the café. He wondered if she was some kind of serial killer or something. He leaned back to look at Jenny. Better not to find out. "I dunno," he told Haley, and went back to counting out the money. The café was closing in ten minutes, and in a town like Tree Hill, who really cared about counting their money out in the open. He sighed when Jenny began crying, making him lose track. He put the money back in the cash register and picked her up. She ceased. He bounced her up and down and she even made those cute baby coo-ing noises. Five minutes later she was asleep and he put her in her crib ever so gently. Then she started crying.
Luckily for him, Peyton walked in and in a very motherly gesture, picked the baby up and started bouncing her up and down just the way she loved. Jake smiled at her and she smiled prettily back. Jake felt something for Peyton that he had thought he had felt for Nikki. Too bad he could never go for it; that kiss with Nikki and her heart-wrenching pleas to see her baby and seeing her in the window when she thought he was asleep was almost too much for him to bear. But he wouldn't allow her to put Jenny through the kind he had been through.
"You know," said Peyton, "There's some blonde chic who's just been sitting in your driveway for like, ten minutes now."
"I know," Jake said, looking out at her again. He watched tears pool in her eyes and one streak down her cheek, smearing her mascara. Quickly she raised a perfectly manicured hand to wipe it away, pulling out a compact mirror to cover up the black streak. He figured he should see if she was all right.
He told Peyton what he was doing, kissed Jenny on the head and walked to the door, sticking his head out and calling to the blonde, "Hey, are you all right? Can we help you somehow?"
In a decidedly British accent, the girl laughed a silly tinkling laugh and said, "Oh no, I'm quite all right. I guess I just got the wrong address. Does Karen Roe work here?"
"Yeah, she's in the back if you want to see her. We're about to close up but I can grab her if you want."
The girl looked at something in the seat of her Ferrari, then looked at Jake and beamed at him. It was such a pretty smile he thought he was going to be blinded. "No, I don't think so. I guess I'll just go home."
Jake nodded at her, feeling a little uncomfortable now. He walked back in to start counting the money and Peyton asked what she wanted. He shrugged and told her what she had said. Peyton shook her head.
The girl pulled out of the driveway and started to drive around. Finally she pulled into an apartment building parking lot and smoothly parallel parked between a big blue van and a bright pink Cadillac that may well have been built in the 50's. It was at least three different shades of pink and the fender was scratched beyond reason and falling off. The window was cracked and had gross gummy stuff that looked like it was trying to keep the window on. She shook her head and stepped out of the car, looking at the sign in a window way up on the top floor.
"Roommate Wanted," said the sign. It was scrawled in big black and untidy letters. She figured it was some college student who didn't dig the dorms. She probably wasn't what they were looking for - an emotional wreck - but what could the college student really want? I mean, making it on your own is pretty damn scary and she knew all about that. They probably had that sign up there for weeks and no answers. She knew she'd be making their day. (She just didn't know how right she was just then).
Nathan was lying down on his bed, looking around his barren apartment. The painters had finished and now all he had was his two duffel bags full of clothes, junk he'd acquired over the years, and a ton of basketball trophies. He ran his hands through his hair and wondered if maybe he should just go to the roof, walk to the edge, and call it quits.
Knock, knock, knock. "Just a minute!" he yelled testily, jumping off the bed. He was only in his boxers, but it was only going to be someone he knew. (Too bad the blonde girl had to be smart and Nathan had to be so stupid today).
He opened the door and saw a pretty blonde girl standing there. She looked him up and down and then looked at him a little weirdly. "I'm Catherine Johnston," she said, putting her slim hand in his. He shook it and scratched the back of his head, wondering if he should scramble back to his room and put something on, or keep acting nonchalant. He figured to go with the nonchalant thing.
"Come in," he said. "You here about the sign on the window?" he asked, pointing in the general direction.
"Yeah," she said, walking in and closing the door behind her. She looked around and wrinkled her nose before she could stop herself. "Did you just paint it? I hate the smell of paint. Sorry, I don't mean to complain, but you don't think we could open a window do you?"
Nathan smiled and crossed over to a window, lifting it up, then leaning by the empty space of wall beside it. Then again, considering it was all empty, that really doesn't make much of a difference. "So, tell me about yourself," he said.
"This is gonna sound weird, but like, what do I tell you? I mean to say I've never done this whole apartment thing before. I've never had to have a roommie except for when I was in Catholic school, and believe me, that was an entirely separate situation."
Nathan just smiled again, and thought about Catholic schoolgirls short skirts. Snapping himself out of it, he said, "You know, like um...are you neat? Are you still in school? Going to college? In college? That kind of thing."
Catherine nodded and said, "Well, I'm fairly neat. Actually, I'm a complete neat freak. I'm just like that Monica on that um...show with the six people on it who seem like they've taken their share of dumb pills. Oh, what'sitcalled."
"Friends?" Nathan was shocked at himself.
"Yes!" she cried excitedly. "All right, so I'm neat. I'm a sophomore in high school. I'm getting this huge amount of money from a trust fund when I turned eighteen so I most certainly am going to college, I'm a bit of a wreck right now, but that won't interfere with not getting the rent on time. I'm a very capable and responsible person so I'll be able to balance school and a job and get the rent on time. Is that the kind of thing you wanted to know?"
"Yeah, that, and where are you from?"
"All over," she said.
"Yeah. But if you had to say you spent somewhere the longest, where would that be?"
"Well, we lived in two different countries for two years each. I was born in Ireland. Then we moved to London and Da had me take all these speech classes so I'd sound like I really was a well-brought up girl from London. See, all his business partners were Londoners, and...you don't need to be hearing this. We lived in London for two years, then moved around A LOT. Then we lived in South America for two years. Which wasn't very pleasant because it was only two years after Apartheid. All these Africans were shouting and throwing things at me and me Da. It was very painful. I still have a scar from a pencil incident."
Nathan couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Oh, you can laugh, but I'm telling you. Having a pencil thrown straight into your arm that hard! It hurts! Oh, and sometimes, when I get upset, I start talking in Latin. I know it's weird. It's true though."
"Latin?"
"Catholics? You know anything about them?"
"Right. Well, I think you'll be good. No one else has come around and I've had this sign up for a week." He took it off and made a paper airplane out of it, flying it straight into the trashcan. "Get your stuff."
"It's just a duffel bag. I'll help pay for furnishings if you'd like."
"No, that's really not necessary. I wouldn't want you having to dig in your money like that."
"I have two million dollars," she stated quickly and clearly.
Nathan's jaw dropped.
"Me Da died in an accident," she said. She seemed calm, but Nathan detected a slight tremor in her voice. "I got all of his money, which is a rather considerable amount."
"Then you can definitely move in. But we will split the cost half-in- half."
"Oh, that's not really necessary. When I turn eighteen I get like, twelve million."
"Oh, it's necessary. Now go get the duffel."
She came back up in two minutes, car keys clanging on the belt loop of her rather tight pants. Not that Nathan minded they were tight. They walked her into a room that was even smaller than his and set the duffel down. She opened the teeny closet and laughed. "Well then, I suppose this is really living the life, huh?"
"Catherine -"
"Cat please."
"Cat, not that I don't want you here or anything, but if you have two million dollars, then why are you bothering staying a crappy unfurnished apartment like this?
"I guess because I want to save as much of that money as I can until I'm out of college."
"Oh. What's after college?"
"A tour of the world. Every major city there is I'm going to visit. Then I'm going to the ones only very few people have heard of, and a few that no one has. Then, I'm not sure. I know six different languages fluently, four more but only conversationally. So, I'm thinking somewhere in Europe where it's nice and warm. Maybe the south of France? Maybe Portugal. I really don't know."
Nathan just nodded and scratched the back of his head again. Catherine and hung up her clothes on the bare wire hangers.
By the end of the day, Nathan and Catherine had talked and talked, telling each other about their troubled childhoods. Except for the whole, moving across the globe part, it sounded like Catherine's dad was just like hers. Her mother lived somewhere here in Tree Hill and that was why she was here, but she couldn't work up the guts to go and meet her. Which was why she was living with Nathan now. She didn't think she could impose on a mother she had just met anyway.
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"Where is it, where is it, where is it," mumbled a British girl to herself as she steered her '79 Ferrari around a corner and flicked back her perfectly straight blond hair, making her huge hoop earrings swing. She set down the directions in the seat of her car and pulled into the driveway of Karen's Café. She stared at it for a second, then back at the sheet of directions on the seat, then back again at the café. Then she just commenced in sitting there and staring at it. Going in there could mean life or death.
"Who is that girl?" Haley asked Jake as she walked into the kitchen with an order in her hand.
Jake looked out the window to see a very pretty girl with large blue eyes just sitting there staring at the café. He wondered if she was some kind of serial killer or something. He leaned back to look at Jenny. Better not to find out. "I dunno," he told Haley, and went back to counting out the money. The café was closing in ten minutes, and in a town like Tree Hill, who really cared about counting their money out in the open. He sighed when Jenny began crying, making him lose track. He put the money back in the cash register and picked her up. She ceased. He bounced her up and down and she even made those cute baby coo-ing noises. Five minutes later she was asleep and he put her in her crib ever so gently. Then she started crying.
Luckily for him, Peyton walked in and in a very motherly gesture, picked the baby up and started bouncing her up and down just the way she loved. Jake smiled at her and she smiled prettily back. Jake felt something for Peyton that he had thought he had felt for Nikki. Too bad he could never go for it; that kiss with Nikki and her heart-wrenching pleas to see her baby and seeing her in the window when she thought he was asleep was almost too much for him to bear. But he wouldn't allow her to put Jenny through the kind he had been through.
"You know," said Peyton, "There's some blonde chic who's just been sitting in your driveway for like, ten minutes now."
"I know," Jake said, looking out at her again. He watched tears pool in her eyes and one streak down her cheek, smearing her mascara. Quickly she raised a perfectly manicured hand to wipe it away, pulling out a compact mirror to cover up the black streak. He figured he should see if she was all right.
He told Peyton what he was doing, kissed Jenny on the head and walked to the door, sticking his head out and calling to the blonde, "Hey, are you all right? Can we help you somehow?"
In a decidedly British accent, the girl laughed a silly tinkling laugh and said, "Oh no, I'm quite all right. I guess I just got the wrong address. Does Karen Roe work here?"
"Yeah, she's in the back if you want to see her. We're about to close up but I can grab her if you want."
The girl looked at something in the seat of her Ferrari, then looked at Jake and beamed at him. It was such a pretty smile he thought he was going to be blinded. "No, I don't think so. I guess I'll just go home."
Jake nodded at her, feeling a little uncomfortable now. He walked back in to start counting the money and Peyton asked what she wanted. He shrugged and told her what she had said. Peyton shook her head.
The girl pulled out of the driveway and started to drive around. Finally she pulled into an apartment building parking lot and smoothly parallel parked between a big blue van and a bright pink Cadillac that may well have been built in the 50's. It was at least three different shades of pink and the fender was scratched beyond reason and falling off. The window was cracked and had gross gummy stuff that looked like it was trying to keep the window on. She shook her head and stepped out of the car, looking at the sign in a window way up on the top floor.
"Roommate Wanted," said the sign. It was scrawled in big black and untidy letters. She figured it was some college student who didn't dig the dorms. She probably wasn't what they were looking for - an emotional wreck - but what could the college student really want? I mean, making it on your own is pretty damn scary and she knew all about that. They probably had that sign up there for weeks and no answers. She knew she'd be making their day. (She just didn't know how right she was just then).
Nathan was lying down on his bed, looking around his barren apartment. The painters had finished and now all he had was his two duffel bags full of clothes, junk he'd acquired over the years, and a ton of basketball trophies. He ran his hands through his hair and wondered if maybe he should just go to the roof, walk to the edge, and call it quits.
Knock, knock, knock. "Just a minute!" he yelled testily, jumping off the bed. He was only in his boxers, but it was only going to be someone he knew. (Too bad the blonde girl had to be smart and Nathan had to be so stupid today).
He opened the door and saw a pretty blonde girl standing there. She looked him up and down and then looked at him a little weirdly. "I'm Catherine Johnston," she said, putting her slim hand in his. He shook it and scratched the back of his head, wondering if he should scramble back to his room and put something on, or keep acting nonchalant. He figured to go with the nonchalant thing.
"Come in," he said. "You here about the sign on the window?" he asked, pointing in the general direction.
"Yeah," she said, walking in and closing the door behind her. She looked around and wrinkled her nose before she could stop herself. "Did you just paint it? I hate the smell of paint. Sorry, I don't mean to complain, but you don't think we could open a window do you?"
Nathan smiled and crossed over to a window, lifting it up, then leaning by the empty space of wall beside it. Then again, considering it was all empty, that really doesn't make much of a difference. "So, tell me about yourself," he said.
"This is gonna sound weird, but like, what do I tell you? I mean to say I've never done this whole apartment thing before. I've never had to have a roommie except for when I was in Catholic school, and believe me, that was an entirely separate situation."
Nathan just smiled again, and thought about Catholic schoolgirls short skirts. Snapping himself out of it, he said, "You know, like um...are you neat? Are you still in school? Going to college? In college? That kind of thing."
Catherine nodded and said, "Well, I'm fairly neat. Actually, I'm a complete neat freak. I'm just like that Monica on that um...show with the six people on it who seem like they've taken their share of dumb pills. Oh, what'sitcalled."
"Friends?" Nathan was shocked at himself.
"Yes!" she cried excitedly. "All right, so I'm neat. I'm a sophomore in high school. I'm getting this huge amount of money from a trust fund when I turned eighteen so I most certainly am going to college, I'm a bit of a wreck right now, but that won't interfere with not getting the rent on time. I'm a very capable and responsible person so I'll be able to balance school and a job and get the rent on time. Is that the kind of thing you wanted to know?"
"Yeah, that, and where are you from?"
"All over," she said.
"Yeah. But if you had to say you spent somewhere the longest, where would that be?"
"Well, we lived in two different countries for two years each. I was born in Ireland. Then we moved to London and Da had me take all these speech classes so I'd sound like I really was a well-brought up girl from London. See, all his business partners were Londoners, and...you don't need to be hearing this. We lived in London for two years, then moved around A LOT. Then we lived in South America for two years. Which wasn't very pleasant because it was only two years after Apartheid. All these Africans were shouting and throwing things at me and me Da. It was very painful. I still have a scar from a pencil incident."
Nathan couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Oh, you can laugh, but I'm telling you. Having a pencil thrown straight into your arm that hard! It hurts! Oh, and sometimes, when I get upset, I start talking in Latin. I know it's weird. It's true though."
"Latin?"
"Catholics? You know anything about them?"
"Right. Well, I think you'll be good. No one else has come around and I've had this sign up for a week." He took it off and made a paper airplane out of it, flying it straight into the trashcan. "Get your stuff."
"It's just a duffel bag. I'll help pay for furnishings if you'd like."
"No, that's really not necessary. I wouldn't want you having to dig in your money like that."
"I have two million dollars," she stated quickly and clearly.
Nathan's jaw dropped.
"Me Da died in an accident," she said. She seemed calm, but Nathan detected a slight tremor in her voice. "I got all of his money, which is a rather considerable amount."
"Then you can definitely move in. But we will split the cost half-in- half."
"Oh, that's not really necessary. When I turn eighteen I get like, twelve million."
"Oh, it's necessary. Now go get the duffel."
She came back up in two minutes, car keys clanging on the belt loop of her rather tight pants. Not that Nathan minded they were tight. They walked her into a room that was even smaller than his and set the duffel down. She opened the teeny closet and laughed. "Well then, I suppose this is really living the life, huh?"
"Catherine -"
"Cat please."
"Cat, not that I don't want you here or anything, but if you have two million dollars, then why are you bothering staying a crappy unfurnished apartment like this?
"I guess because I want to save as much of that money as I can until I'm out of college."
"Oh. What's after college?"
"A tour of the world. Every major city there is I'm going to visit. Then I'm going to the ones only very few people have heard of, and a few that no one has. Then, I'm not sure. I know six different languages fluently, four more but only conversationally. So, I'm thinking somewhere in Europe where it's nice and warm. Maybe the south of France? Maybe Portugal. I really don't know."
Nathan just nodded and scratched the back of his head again. Catherine and hung up her clothes on the bare wire hangers.
By the end of the day, Nathan and Catherine had talked and talked, telling each other about their troubled childhoods. Except for the whole, moving across the globe part, it sounded like Catherine's dad was just like hers. Her mother lived somewhere here in Tree Hill and that was why she was here, but she couldn't work up the guts to go and meet her. Which was why she was living with Nathan now. She didn't think she could impose on a mother she had just met anyway.
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