"You will not believe what just happened, Nate," she said as a greeting once he picked up his cell phone.
He laughed at her unusual message and smiled at the sound of her voice. "Does it have to do with the amazing interview I gave last night? Cause I did a pretty damn good job."
"Yeah, you did. And kind of. I just had my life threatened," Haley burst out laughing at the words and Peyton made remarks about 'not the best way to tell him'.
"How is that funny exactly? Are you all right?" Nathan asked concerned. When she wouldn't atop laughing, he had a feeling there was something she wasn't telling him. "Hales, can you stop laughing and tell me why this is funny."
"Hey, you'd be laughing too if the person you were threatened by was a thirteen year old girl. Last time I ever go out for coffee in this city," Haley finally said and Nathan blew out a sigh of relief.
"So much for adoring fans."
"Oh they love you alright. They love you so much that they hate me. While she was ranting I had a couple of preteens gang up on me for stealing their future husband. Their moms were so embarrassed. I almost couldn't stop from laughing my ass off."
"You know that you're crazy right. Laughing while rabid preteens threaten your life. They're a force to behold, you better watch you're back," Nathan quipped, the danger gone.
"I know I'm crazy. Hell, I'm constantly told that," she replied still giggling.
"Wait, isn't the line supposed to go 'only crazy about you'."
Haley had finally calmed down but almost started laughing again at his puzzled comment. "Nate, that's a stupid pick up line used by lame guys."
"Hey!" he yelled, mock insulted. Abruptly, she collapsed into another fit of laughter. "Look, babe, I got to go. We got so more training now that we made playoffs. I love you."
"Love you, too. Okay, bye." Haley turned back to a smirking Peyton.
"I'm sure that went over well."
Haley grinned and started for the door. "It did. Very amusing. Even my own fiancé thinks that I'm crazy. I got to go to work."
"You are crazy," Peyton reaffirmed throwing a pen at Haley as she ducked out. "Fine, leave me here. I'll just have to call Brooke."
"So how was the first morning?" the secretary, Megan, asked. Haley arched an eyebrow questioningly. "Of being famous? How was the first morning of being famous?"
"I'm not famous. I'm recognized through association. There's a very distinct line." Megan nodded obediently, still waiting for the answer. "I got ambushed by tweens who threatened to kill me for stealing their future husband."
"Oh, so it was normal," the girl quickly responded, a smirk in place.
Haley stared amused at the look on her secretary/friend's face. "You were just waiting to spring that on me, weren't you? Nate was so scared when I told him about it."
"Yeah, well, knowing you. You probably made it sound like you were kidnapped or something," Megan commented all-knowingly, following Haley into her office. "Here, there's not much work today. Jameson is still in shock over Nathan's interview last night."
"That man is perpetually in shock. I mean, after a couple years here, you'd think he would get used to the crazy things that celebrities do. But, no, even the tiniest of things still bother and surprise him."
"But it was a good kind of shock," Megan clarified then grinned happily. "I saw it too. He's a charmer."
"Why in hell do you think I went out with him in the first place?" Haley retorted. Everyone had that to say about him.
"Well, I'm thinking that if he looked that good six years ago. You'd do him just for his body," the girl cheekily responded and watched Haley's mouth drop open in shock.
Glaring, she mock-seriously yelled, "Get the hell out of here! You're supposed to be working not cracking jokes about my fiancé!" The girl left anyways and Haley returned to the world of spontaneous celebrities who wouldn't know self-control if it bit them in the ass.
An hour later and it seemed as if Jameson had come out of his shock since there was a new set of folders balancing on the end of Haley's clustered desk. "When will this ever end?" she moaned as Megan entered with another pile of folders.
"Since you did spend the past two days with your fiancé..." she trailed off trying not to knock over the doubled stack as the files wobbled.
"Yeah, avoiding the engagement announcement from hell!" Haley retorted and then banged her head onto the table, effectively knocking down the files.