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AN: WOW! And I'll say it again... WOW! 14 reviews for the first chapter. That's the most I've ever gotten for one story when I first put it up. I honestly didn't think anyone would like this. So I guess I owe it to That 70s Chick, nathansbaby, mars, lysser8312, mlt, megan, whateva426, Marry Royalty, s, Fotini, OTHlover04, Susie, lovenathan24, and cherrycheesecake to contiue this.
AN2: In response to That 70s Chick, yes this will be a Naley story. And mlt, more more and more from your Baby Steps would be very welcome! You guys should check that out, but read Repeated History first
AN3: Please excuse any spelling mistakes due to my computers gayness.
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Nathan blinked, sure that his eyes were decieving him. In front of him, for the first time since graduation, was Haley James in the same room... working as a waitress in a bar.
"Nathan?" Haley stifled a sob. "What- you shouldn't be here."
"James!" a loud, obnoxius voice yelled. "Get off your ass and work."
"Haley," Nathan repeated. "Oh my God, it's you."
"James!"
"I heard you!" Haley snapped at her boss.
"Don't get smart with me," he yelled, marching over to her.
"Sorry sir," Haley said dejectedly, looking down at the ground.
"Sir, I'm terribly sorry," the boss directed towards Nathan, his suddenly sugar sweet attitude was nausiating. "Of course, my employee will pay for any inconvinence she has caused you out of her paycheck."
"No," Nathan insisted. "That's not necessary. It was my fault; I ran into her. Um, I'd like to pay for the broken dishes as well."
"No!" Haley jumped in. "No, that's fine."
"The man pities you, James," the boss snapped. "Let him. God knows you need the money."
Nathan handed over a fifty dollar bill and the boss walked towards the back, waving it happily in his hands.
"You didn't have to do that," Haley shook her head, crouching down to finish the clean up.
"I wanted to," Nathan bent down to help her. "I've- I mean- it's really good to see you again."
"Look, Nate," Haley stood up, the bucket of broken dishes under her arm. "I can't- we can't do this right now. I have to finish work, then go home and try to pay bills. This isn't a good time."
"Haley," Nathan grabbed her arm.
"Nathan," Haley bit her lip as he eyes teared up. "Just leave."
"Haley, we need to talk" Nathan said carefully.
"I know," Haley nodded. "God, believe me, I know."
"But you're not going to, are you?" Nathan asked.
"Not now," Haley shrugged past him.
"Haley!" Nathan yelled angrily. "Come on!"
"I can't!" Haley yelled.
"Unbelievable," Nathan sighed. "That's exactly what Lucas said."
"Lucas?" Haley asked, confused.
"Yeah," Nathan nodded. "Lucas. He's fine. A pain in the ass sometimes but he's fine."
"And you?" Haley asked.
"I've been better," Nathan replied. "Look Haley, I've missed you; so much. I just- we really, really need to talk."
"Nathan?" Haley called as he began to walk out the bar door. "I'm sorry?"
"Well, that's an improvement," Nathan scoffed, walking out.
"Hmm, that was dramatic," the blonde bartender sighed.
"Oh, go work another corner," Haley sneered.
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"Scott! Get your ass over her right now!" Coarch Micheals yelled as soon a Nathan walked into the hotel lobby. "What the hell was that? Blowing off the press, fighting with your teammate, running off? This team is better than that Scott and as a part off this team, you had best be better than that!"
"You know what Coach!" Nathan yelled. "You have 15 different players that make your team, not a body with 15 friggen' heads! I'm sorry if I don't have the same crappy grin plastered onto my face as the rest of them!"
"What's wrong with you son?" Coach Micheals asked, settling down as Nathan sunk into a chair. "You're usually better controlled than this."
"Nothing," Nathan shook his head.
"Lucas is waiting up for you," Coach Micheals nodded, knowing there was no point in pressing Nathan. "You should let him know you're back."
"Yeah, whatever," Nathan sighed, taking off.
******
"I saw her, Luke," Nathan flopped own on the bed, covering his face with his hands.
"What?" Lucas asked. "Where?"
"At a bar," Nathan sighed. "Working."
"Is she-?"
"A waitress," Nathan answered. "And she's... okay, I guess."
"I'm guessing you guys didn't talk," Lucas stated.
"No," Nathan confirmed. "All she had to say was 'I'm sorry'."
"What'd you say to that?" Lucas asked.
"I said it was an improvement," Nathan replied with bitterness. "Jesus, she's apologizing for God knows what and I stand there and practically throw it back in her face. How pathetic is that?"
"I have the right to remain silent," Lucas tried to joke.
"Man, this isn't funny," Nathan groaned.
"You said she works at a bar?" Lucas asked. "Could you find it again?"
"In a heartbeat," Nathan nodded.
"We'll go look for her tomorrow," Lucas suggested. "You two can talk and I can... do whatever."
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I write, you read, you review, I write more.
Feedback: You should know me by now... I worship it.
AN: WOW! And I'll say it again... WOW! 14 reviews for the first chapter. That's the most I've ever gotten for one story when I first put it up. I honestly didn't think anyone would like this. So I guess I owe it to That 70s Chick, nathansbaby, mars, lysser8312, mlt, megan, whateva426, Marry Royalty, s, Fotini, OTHlover04, Susie, lovenathan24, and cherrycheesecake to contiue this.
AN2: In response to That 70s Chick, yes this will be a Naley story. And mlt, more more and more from your Baby Steps would be very welcome! You guys should check that out, but read Repeated History first
AN3: Please excuse any spelling mistakes due to my computers gayness.
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Nathan blinked, sure that his eyes were decieving him. In front of him, for the first time since graduation, was Haley James in the same room... working as a waitress in a bar.
"Nathan?" Haley stifled a sob. "What- you shouldn't be here."
"James!" a loud, obnoxius voice yelled. "Get off your ass and work."
"Haley," Nathan repeated. "Oh my God, it's you."
"James!"
"I heard you!" Haley snapped at her boss.
"Don't get smart with me," he yelled, marching over to her.
"Sorry sir," Haley said dejectedly, looking down at the ground.
"Sir, I'm terribly sorry," the boss directed towards Nathan, his suddenly sugar sweet attitude was nausiating. "Of course, my employee will pay for any inconvinence she has caused you out of her paycheck."
"No," Nathan insisted. "That's not necessary. It was my fault; I ran into her. Um, I'd like to pay for the broken dishes as well."
"No!" Haley jumped in. "No, that's fine."
"The man pities you, James," the boss snapped. "Let him. God knows you need the money."
Nathan handed over a fifty dollar bill and the boss walked towards the back, waving it happily in his hands.
"You didn't have to do that," Haley shook her head, crouching down to finish the clean up.
"I wanted to," Nathan bent down to help her. "I've- I mean- it's really good to see you again."
"Look, Nate," Haley stood up, the bucket of broken dishes under her arm. "I can't- we can't do this right now. I have to finish work, then go home and try to pay bills. This isn't a good time."
"Haley," Nathan grabbed her arm.
"Nathan," Haley bit her lip as he eyes teared up. "Just leave."
"Haley, we need to talk" Nathan said carefully.
"I know," Haley nodded. "God, believe me, I know."
"But you're not going to, are you?" Nathan asked.
"Not now," Haley shrugged past him.
"Haley!" Nathan yelled angrily. "Come on!"
"I can't!" Haley yelled.
"Unbelievable," Nathan sighed. "That's exactly what Lucas said."
"Lucas?" Haley asked, confused.
"Yeah," Nathan nodded. "Lucas. He's fine. A pain in the ass sometimes but he's fine."
"And you?" Haley asked.
"I've been better," Nathan replied. "Look Haley, I've missed you; so much. I just- we really, really need to talk."
"Nathan?" Haley called as he began to walk out the bar door. "I'm sorry?"
"Well, that's an improvement," Nathan scoffed, walking out.
"Hmm, that was dramatic," the blonde bartender sighed.
"Oh, go work another corner," Haley sneered.
******
"Scott! Get your ass over her right now!" Coarch Micheals yelled as soon a Nathan walked into the hotel lobby. "What the hell was that? Blowing off the press, fighting with your teammate, running off? This team is better than that Scott and as a part off this team, you had best be better than that!"
"You know what Coach!" Nathan yelled. "You have 15 different players that make your team, not a body with 15 friggen' heads! I'm sorry if I don't have the same crappy grin plastered onto my face as the rest of them!"
"What's wrong with you son?" Coach Micheals asked, settling down as Nathan sunk into a chair. "You're usually better controlled than this."
"Nothing," Nathan shook his head.
"Lucas is waiting up for you," Coach Micheals nodded, knowing there was no point in pressing Nathan. "You should let him know you're back."
"Yeah, whatever," Nathan sighed, taking off.
******
"I saw her, Luke," Nathan flopped own on the bed, covering his face with his hands.
"What?" Lucas asked. "Where?"
"At a bar," Nathan sighed. "Working."
"Is she-?"
"A waitress," Nathan answered. "And she's... okay, I guess."
"I'm guessing you guys didn't talk," Lucas stated.
"No," Nathan confirmed. "All she had to say was 'I'm sorry'."
"What'd you say to that?" Lucas asked.
"I said it was an improvement," Nathan replied with bitterness. "Jesus, she's apologizing for God knows what and I stand there and practically throw it back in her face. How pathetic is that?"
"I have the right to remain silent," Lucas tried to joke.
"Man, this isn't funny," Nathan groaned.
"You said she works at a bar?" Lucas asked. "Could you find it again?"
"In a heartbeat," Nathan nodded.
"We'll go look for her tomorrow," Lucas suggested. "You two can talk and I can... do whatever."
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I write, you read, you review, I write more.