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AN: Please excuse any spelling mistakes due to my computers gayness... I'm still writng even without my beloved Spell Check.
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"You sure this is it?" Lucas asked, staring at the old rundown building.
"Yeah," Nathan replied, stepping out of the car and walking towards the door. "You coming?"
"Yeah," Lucas nodded.
Nathan and Lucas walked through the doors. Nathan noticed how different the place looked in the sunlight: how dirty and messy. He heard Lucas muttering next to him.
"What?" Nathan asked him.
"Just wondering what the hell the valedictorian of our school is doing in a place like this," Lucas stated.
"You and me both," Nathan nodded. He spotted the blonde from last night at the bar again and walked over to her. "Hey, I need help."
"And what kind of help would that be gorgeous?" she smiled.
"Imformation," Nathan ignored her behavior. "On Haley James."
"Oh, her," the blonde stepped back and began wiping the counter. "Can't help you."
"I think you can," Nathan insisted.
"Nope," the blonde shook her head.
"Let me see your boss then," Nathan sighed.
"Uh uh," the blond replied.
"Damn it!" Nathan jumped over the counter and pulled out the books from underneath it. "I'll find her myself."
"You can't do that!" she yelled.
"Already did," Nathan tore the edge off a piece of paper and copied down the address that was in Haley's file. "Thanks for the help, we really appreciate it."
Lucas stared after Nathan who just kept walking. Lucas sighed and followed him out, jumping into his car where Nathan was waiting. "Where to?" Lucas asked.
"Down the road," Nathan looked at the paper. "209."
"You're kidding?" Lucas asked.
"Nope," Nathan shook his head as Lucas drove down the street, taking all of thirty seconds.
"No, this can't be right," Nathan shook his head. "I know this house."
"What do you mean you know this house?" Lucas asked as Nathan stepped out of the car and stared at it.
"Last night, a kid dropped his ball," Nathan said as he and Lucas walked up the drive and knocked on the door. Nathan heard a voice shout and running towards the door. "I gave it to him, we talked and he ran here."
"Oh shit," Lucas thought. "Haley, what did you do?"
"Nate, maybe we should go," Lucas said, seeing a small face peek through the blinds on the window. "This wasn't such a good idea. I mean- she might not even-."
"Hi!" a little boy opened the door.
"Hey kid," Nathan said, slightly surprised even though he had half been expecting the boy to answer.
"Nate?" a feminine voice called from the back of the house. "Who's at the door?"
"The nice man!" the boy shouted.
"Nate, you're not suppossed to open the door for strangers!" came the exasperated reply.
"But he's not a stranger, I know him!" the boy insisted as someone came up the hall.
"No, honey you don't really- Lucas!" Brooke shouted as she ran out of the house and hugged both boys. "Oh my God! And Nathan!"
"Hey Brooke," Lucas laughed. "You look good."
"I do, don't I?" Brooke laughed. "Oh it's so good to see you both! Oh... oh no, Nathan you can't be here."
"Ok it's good to see me but I can't be here?" Nathan repeated as Brooke turned him from the door.
"Yes," Brooke nodded. "I mean, no. I mean-."
"Brooke, who's at the door?" another voice came from the door.
"Mommy!" an excited voice yelled.
"Hey baby," came the reply.
Nathan spun out of Brooke's grip and found himself face to face with Haley for the second time in the last 24 hours. The little boy was in her arms... the little boy who had called her Mommy, the one who had said he never his father, the one who Nathan just now realized had the same eyes as he did.
"Almost five," Nathan muttered.
"Oh God," Haley exclaimed.
"Oh God," Nathan echoed.
"Nathan, I can explain," Haley started.
"You'd better!" Nathan yelled. "God, Haley! How- please tell me this is just a misunderstanding!"
"It's not," Haley murmured. "Brooke, could you take Nate and... go?"
"Sure honey," Brooke nodded sympathetically. "Come on Nate, let's go visit Aunt Peyton and Uncle Jake. Maybe Jenny'll wil be there!"
"Jenny!" Nate yelled, jumping down from Haley's arms and over to Brooke. "I want to play with Jenny!"
"Lucas?" Brooke asked. "You want to come?"
"No," Nathan growled. "He doesn't."
"I think I better stay," Lucas sighed.
Haley, Nathan, and Lucas watched Brooke drive off before they went into the house. As soon as Haley closed the door, Nathan shouted:
"What the hell is this Haley?"
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I write, you read, you review, I write more.
Feedback: I have no catchy phrase this time... please?
AN: Please excuse any spelling mistakes due to my computers gayness... I'm still writng even without my beloved Spell Check.
AN2: Thanks so much for the reviews, they mean alot.
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"You sure this is it?" Lucas asked, staring at the old rundown building.
"Yeah," Nathan replied, stepping out of the car and walking towards the door. "You coming?"
"Yeah," Lucas nodded.
Nathan and Lucas walked through the doors. Nathan noticed how different the place looked in the sunlight: how dirty and messy. He heard Lucas muttering next to him.
"What?" Nathan asked him.
"Just wondering what the hell the valedictorian of our school is doing in a place like this," Lucas stated.
"You and me both," Nathan nodded. He spotted the blonde from last night at the bar again and walked over to her. "Hey, I need help."
"And what kind of help would that be gorgeous?" she smiled.
"Imformation," Nathan ignored her behavior. "On Haley James."
"Oh, her," the blonde stepped back and began wiping the counter. "Can't help you."
"I think you can," Nathan insisted.
"Nope," the blonde shook her head.
"Let me see your boss then," Nathan sighed.
"Uh uh," the blond replied.
"Damn it!" Nathan jumped over the counter and pulled out the books from underneath it. "I'll find her myself."
"You can't do that!" she yelled.
"Already did," Nathan tore the edge off a piece of paper and copied down the address that was in Haley's file. "Thanks for the help, we really appreciate it."
Lucas stared after Nathan who just kept walking. Lucas sighed and followed him out, jumping into his car where Nathan was waiting. "Where to?" Lucas asked.
"Down the road," Nathan looked at the paper. "209."
"You're kidding?" Lucas asked.
"Nope," Nathan shook his head as Lucas drove down the street, taking all of thirty seconds.
"No, this can't be right," Nathan shook his head. "I know this house."
"What do you mean you know this house?" Lucas asked as Nathan stepped out of the car and stared at it.
"Last night, a kid dropped his ball," Nathan said as he and Lucas walked up the drive and knocked on the door. Nathan heard a voice shout and running towards the door. "I gave it to him, we talked and he ran here."
"Oh shit," Lucas thought. "Haley, what did you do?"
"Nate, maybe we should go," Lucas said, seeing a small face peek through the blinds on the window. "This wasn't such a good idea. I mean- she might not even-."
"Hi!" a little boy opened the door.
"Hey kid," Nathan said, slightly surprised even though he had half been expecting the boy to answer.
"Nate?" a feminine voice called from the back of the house. "Who's at the door?"
"The nice man!" the boy shouted.
"Nate, you're not suppossed to open the door for strangers!" came the exasperated reply.
"But he's not a stranger, I know him!" the boy insisted as someone came up the hall.
"No, honey you don't really- Lucas!" Brooke shouted as she ran out of the house and hugged both boys. "Oh my God! And Nathan!"
"Hey Brooke," Lucas laughed. "You look good."
"I do, don't I?" Brooke laughed. "Oh it's so good to see you both! Oh... oh no, Nathan you can't be here."
"Ok it's good to see me but I can't be here?" Nathan repeated as Brooke turned him from the door.
"Yes," Brooke nodded. "I mean, no. I mean-."
"Brooke, who's at the door?" another voice came from the door.
"Mommy!" an excited voice yelled.
"Hey baby," came the reply.
Nathan spun out of Brooke's grip and found himself face to face with Haley for the second time in the last 24 hours. The little boy was in her arms... the little boy who had called her Mommy, the one who had said he never his father, the one who Nathan just now realized had the same eyes as he did.
"Almost five," Nathan muttered.
"Oh God," Haley exclaimed.
"Oh God," Nathan echoed.
"Nathan, I can explain," Haley started.
"You'd better!" Nathan yelled. "God, Haley! How- please tell me this is just a misunderstanding!"
"It's not," Haley murmured. "Brooke, could you take Nate and... go?"
"Sure honey," Brooke nodded sympathetically. "Come on Nate, let's go visit Aunt Peyton and Uncle Jake. Maybe Jenny'll wil be there!"
"Jenny!" Nate yelled, jumping down from Haley's arms and over to Brooke. "I want to play with Jenny!"
"Lucas?" Brooke asked. "You want to come?"
"No," Nathan growled. "He doesn't."
"I think I better stay," Lucas sighed.
Haley, Nathan, and Lucas watched Brooke drive off before they went into the house. As soon as Haley closed the door, Nathan shouted:
"What the hell is this Haley?"
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