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Chapter 4: Flight 101, Charlotte to Bahamas

Being the chicken he was, Nathan couldn't bring himself to call her. Cmon, he didn't want to seem desperate. But in all actuality, he was denying the horrifying truth: he was pathetically desperate. So desperate, he'd make Lucas, the guy who desperately uses lame jokes to stop his celibacy streak, bow his head in shame.

So in his first class seat he sat, staring out of the plane's window. He was flying to the Bahamas for a vacation. A much needed vacation to add to that. To be honest, the red carpets were beginning to make him dizzy. I mean, why are they red? Why not green or blue or tangerine? Is there something wrong with the other colors of the rainbow? What makes red so special? And an even better question: why is Nathan thinking so hard about red carpet?

Truth be told, he was reaching the point of insanity. Her phone number was waiting patiently to be dialed and it was driving him insane. She was just a phone call away. 10 digits away. A flip of the cell away. And yet, here he was moping around like the sky was falling. Chicken Little would be o so proud.

Scrapping up some tidbits of courage, Nathan grabbed his cell phone and dialed her number with trembling hands. He knew the number by heart. Staring at a phone number for hours can really help jog your memory. And that's what he's been doing. Whenever a fellow actress would knock on his dressing room door for some booty action, he would yell at them to "get the fcuk away from my door." All so that he could stare lifelessly at a phone number. cough obsessed psycho with more mental issues than Whacko Jacko cough

The phone ringed. His palms dripped with sweat. Nathan drummed his fingers nervously on the arm rest, getting the attention of a rich old lady. Smiling suggestively, she winked and walked into one of those bathrooms.

Nathan shook his head and thought "there's no fcuking way she actually thinks I would ever have sex in a bathroom on a plane, let alone with her... maybe with Haley, ooo her body is so hot and she did look so pleasurable... ok, Nathan stop. Don't get horny when you are trying to call her. She'd probably know too. That'd give her another reason to hate the world. I swear though, she's psychic. But man, those toilets can suck out more than just piss. Dude, guys having sex always end up losing half their testicles. Wow, I sure feel bad for the people living below us. Hah, just imagine. Flying balls smack dab in your face. Ok... how weird is this? I have been conversing with myself for a good 2 minutes. She really is making me crazy. Ok stop talking to yourself Nate. Just concentrate on not choking when she picks up... which by the way, she should be picking up... This is her cell, isn't it? O there it is, the voice mail. Sh!t what should I do?"

"Hey there mi amigos. I'm obviously not here. Actually, I'm on my way to the Bahamas thanks to Tim who helped me edit this thang. Ok, if you are a telemarketer or from the bank or some place asking for my hard earned money, I died. If your name is Lucas or Jake, I hate you. You can share the love, but you can't share the wealth. Thanks to you, I am sitting here in couch class. If you're Jules, I also died. Do not call me to nag about taking care of my nephew until I come back. And if you're my parents, please call me seeing how you've been MIA for most of my life. Leave a message at the beep and if you beg hard enough, I'll return the call. B- bye."

"BEEP!"

"Sh!t no!" Nathan said loudly as he abruptly hung up his cell. He didn't want to leave a message, but god damnit! He hung up AFTER the beep! And to add to that, he didn't want to leave a message. I mean, he did, but message- leaving is big. Especially when you're a wannabe lover like Nathan. You have to rehearse, take notes, and practice enunciating the words. Pronunciation is the key to getting a girl. If you had a speech impediment, well let's just subtly put it that—it sucks to be you! But rehearsing is important. It's like a law. And he was so close to breaking that law.

Slowly breathing in and out, Nathan began to relax. He'd try to call her later. Yep, later was a good time. As his eyelids started to close, he suddenly bolted up startled.

"The Bahamas! She said she was going to the Bahamas!" he said loudly. Realization seemed to dawn on him as he quickly glimpsed over to the curtain separating the first class from coach. She did say she was in coach class. Maybe there was just this itty bitty chance that she was on this plane. And then maybe, just maybe they could meet in the bathroom for a little fun. Who cares about losing half of your testicles? This may be his last chance to see her again.

He quickly got up and headed for that blue curtain. "Why do they have a curtain here anyway? It's not like the coach class is festering with lice and what not. O God, I sure hope not," Nathan thought. He had never been in the coach class. Hey, don't roll your eyes at the poor dude. He was born in a rich family and lived richly. It was like taboo to be seen in the coach class. Not to mention all the tall tales about people in the coach class.

There was even this one story that involved a dancing rat on a juke box gnawing on a clown. Don't ask. Trust me, just don't even bother asking. How that story even crossed into their minds is unknown to the best of us.

Trembling, he brushed the curtain open. The rich old lady quickly looked at him disgusted. Hah, she sure lost her attraction for him. Whispering away, she dashed by and headed to other posse of rich old ladies ready to spread the latest gossip: Nathan Scott crossed into forbidden uncharted territory, the coach class. Dun dun dah.

Glancing around, Nathan tried to see a familiar brunette. Finally he saw her sitting next to a brown-haired guy, talking heatedly with a flight attendant. He sat in an empty seat and watched quietly.

"What do you mean there are no more honey roasted peanuts?!?" Haley asked loudly with a red face. Haley was starving for food and it wasn't nice to hear the stewardess was out of honey roasted peanuts. I mean, this is a freaking air plane. And all air planes are like required to carry an abundant supply of honey roasted peanuts. It's like common sense that more people likes honey roasted peanuts than the regular salted ones.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we do have some salted peanuts," the stewardess said pleasantly with the fakest smile ever seen. "Why can't these idiots just shut up and eat the god-damn peanuts! I have a big fcuking headache without all this sh!t," she mentally grumbled. God, what she wouldn't do to just stuff the peanut bags in Haley's face and rip her hair out. Besides, she sure as hell wasn't gonna give this bitch the honey roasted peanuts that she was saving for herself. No one needed to know that she stole bags of honey roasted peanuts at night. They were after all her favorite food. Living on an air plane for most of your life does that to you. You learn to love the nasty food and starchy clothes.

"Girl you best not be lying. I swear, I'm 'bout to bust a cap in yo ass," Haley said while Tim was just laughing his head off. This was her and Tim's thing to do: annoy people. Usually, Haley was the one to yell and Tim would then calm the female server down with a little relaxation wink wink. It was the easiest way for Tim to get laid. Just coax the girl and she'll fall for him. Sure it was a dick-head thing to do. But Tim had begged Haley to agree to do this since they were 16. Now, it was just a routine.

Yeah, Haley knew Tim was a real dick-head; to be precise, the biggest dick- head she ever knew and that's including Haley's initial reaction to Nathan. But she still loved the lil bugger. Besides, she enjoyed the yelling. It was Haley's guaranteed way to manage her anger. Sure, it's unhealthy to yell for reasons dealing with your voice box and your mental state, but it was fun... in a sickening way. Plus, Haley really was really hungry. She had skipped the meal and was beginning to regret it. A lot. She was always angry when she was hungry.

Tim had persuaded her to use their old routine because it was a win/win/win situation. Haley would get her peanuts. Tim would get laid. And the stewardess would experience the "luckiest day of her life" (his exact words).

"Look, I'm sorry ma'am but there just isn't any left," the flight attendant said in a hurried voice. Her Barbie smile faded a bit. It was so hard to smile when talking, but it was an art she had perfected. And then this bitch comes along to ruin it. She glanced up at the guy sitting next to her giving her an arrogant smirk. "Dumbass thinks I'd fcuk his ass. Yeah right," she thought while internally rolling her eyes.

"Don't you sorry ma'am me! Look, if I don't get my peanuts I'll yell that this plane is about to crash. Don't think the pilot would like that, would he?" Haley asked harshly in a low voice. The stewardess looked fearfully at this raving lunatic and hurried off to get the honey roasted peanuts. Tim followed her. Yep, it sure was a win/win/win.

Nathan crept over to Tim's aisle chair and plopped down. Startled, Haley looked up from her magazine, her mouth dropping down. No fcuking way. She wordlessly opened her mouth, still in shock. No fcuking way.

Ok this is just messed up. How is it that Haley and Nathan have met so many times coincidentally? Did God decide to play pawn master now? Was Hshuffling the deck of cosmos cards?

"How—how are you here?" Haley asked, the words barely slipping out of her stuttering mouth. Put yourself in her position. There you are, hating the world just nicely, but then along comes a guy and he is everywhere you are. Talk about that really bad love story.

"Well, I paid for an airplane ticket through a travel agent and sat in my assigned seat and found you here. Long story short, I used my legs to relocate my body to this seat just so I could sit here," Nathan joked cheesily. She was so surprised it warmed him to know that she was happy. Yep, he did indeed turn into a big sappy fluffball.

After a minute of awkward silence, Nathan began to fidget. Haley started to twirl her hair, her stomach grumbling loudly. She looked hungrily at the man sitting next to her. His food was on that little pop-out desk. She sneakily stole a French fry. Then another. Then another. Then pretty much the whole box. Hey, leave the starving girl alone! Yes, it is another person's food. Yes, she is technically stealing. And once again yes, she must look insane in front of Nathan. But when the stomach growls, dignity is long forgotten.

While she was savoring the salty fatty food, Nathan coughed and looked at her. "She's so adorable... even with that big smudge of ketchup on her cheek... so adorable—Did I just say the word 'adorable'? Nathan what is wrong with you? That's like saying the word 'spiffy' or 'dandy'. No offense, but you have to be an old female Brit and wear a feathery hat to use those words. Why am I so dorky?" he thought desperately.

While Nathan was undergoing major self-criticism, Haley was eating happily all of that guy's food. "Loser's weeper, winner's seeker. Wait no... that's not the saying, is it? But whatever. I won, so ha! That guy will never know. O the beauty of food stealing!" she thought merrily. Nathan sat there and decided to break this weird silence.

"So how's the weather in Tree Hill?" he started. Yep, the weather. Yeah, I know what yall are thinking. What the fcuk? Shouldn't our dream couple be past this point? Are they back tracking? What, is the weather fascinating or something? Does it have this appeal that all sane people are just oblivious to?

"So-so. Nothing mind boggling. Bet it's nothing like Hollywood though, right?" Haley said, still munching on the fries. Once she had grabbed the last fry in her dainty fingers, she looked over at Nathan. Slowly, the fry fell out of her hand as she looked him over. A warm gush washed over her and she immediately felt like pouncing on him and then cuddling. "Wait no! I don't cuddle! I use 'em and sweep 'em. But—but aww he's so... my everything," she thought as all those stupid girly feelings swept back in. Haley James, food stealing cynic, has just checked out.

Unable to talk about the weather for a split second more, she grabbed him by the collar and led him into a storage room. It was filled with blankets, pillows, and sheets which just made it all the more softer for their little rendezvous. Wow, I sure feel bad for the numerous travelers who will be snuggling up against the tainted linen. For tainted, it will be...

Roughly, she slammed him against the wooden door. So hard, that a bunch of blankets fell onto them. So, engulfed in a sea of fuzzy blankets, Haley and Nathan started inching closer and closer. Nathan swooped down and kissed her, his tongue needling its way into her mouth. Happily, she obliged. He smeared kisses along from her mouth to her neck, sucking on the tender skin behind her neck. Blissfully content, she closed her eyes.

"Nathan..." she moaned softly, only to encourage him even more. She pushed him off her gently, deciding it was her turn to take lead in the game. She kissed her way down his neck, making her way to the skin exposed at the top of his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt with her teeth and stripped it off him. Her hands clinging to his toned stomach and fingering with his belt buckle. She couldn't resist him anymore.

Once they were too tired to carry on, they fumbled down onto the blankets and sat there naked. Haley awkwardly wrapped herself in a sheet. Usually, she was confident about her body, but with Nathan she hoped he wasn't just oogling her... As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted more than sex.

Somehow, Haley had this strange feeling that this was like her first time. In actuality, it was nowhere near her first time. It was forever sealed as a hot steamy night with Lucas (her boyfriend back then) in the backseat of his car. Yes, she was a little on the slut side. But the point is that this moment was how she had dreamed her first time would be.

Suddenly, her thoughts were broken by the obnoxiously loud speaker. "This is your pilot speaking for Flight 101. Sorry folks, but buckle up. We'll be landing soon," a grizzly voice echoed.

Nathan and Haley scrambled to put on their clothes and exited, glimpsing back at the blankets all over the place. It had been so perfect. Damn that speaker and its high volume and the fact that this was a plane that needed to be landed soon. Damn it all.

As Nathan reluctantly rushed to his seat, Haley stopped him by the back of his oxford shirt.

"Which hotel are you staying at?" Haley asked, ignoring her head inwardly screaming "stop sounding so desperate." She was supposed to be Haley James, poised, feisty brunette who should be hating the grimy rich instead of falling in love with one.

"Four Seasons, I'll call you," he said quickly and backed to the first class section. He was still glowing with sex. You know, the after-sex glow. Except this time, it was the after-love-making glow. Big difference.

Haley plopped down on her seat, thinking "how the hell is he going to call me? He doesn't have my number... Did he just lie? Did he only want sex? No, no he's not that type of guy, is he? No, he's not... He is not one of those guys... but I never gave him my number..." She didn't even realize Tim, who was sitting there with the after-sex glow.

"Haley?" Tim asked her giddily.

"huh?" Haley responded, still having a mental struggle.

"I got laid."

"Huh? What? O that's just pleasant Tim."

"Haley, you got laid too."

"What? No, I did not."

"Yes you did. You have this glow, but it's not quite the after-sex glow. It's different."

"Thanks Tim, your words are always umm... amusing."

"No probs Haley, no probs."

"So how did you quest for your conquest go this time?

"Well the stewardess is a lesbian and—"

"What?"

"She's a lesbo."

"And how did you attain this knowledge?"

"Well she refused me."

"And that means she's gay because...?"

"Look at me Haley. I'm a hot magnet. I'm on fire, that's how hot. And what straight girl wouldn't want me? What sane girl? Doesn't even matter about their preference."

"God, Tim you are a dick-head. That's the reason she didn't want to screw you. That right there."

"Whatever Hales. Even you fell under my charm, don't even deny it."

"That was in high school when we were horny teenagers willing to fcuk a tree."

"Hey, that was one time. One time. And yet you still bring it up."

"Tim, that lady's tree had to get cut down. She thought all the white stuff was mold."

"O man, that was hilarious. Ahh the good ol' days."

"Ok Tim whatever you say, but then who gave you that glow?"

"O this rich old lady."

"O my God, you did an old lady?"

"Rich old lady. Big difference."

"O so she paid you like a gigolo."

"Yeah something like that."

"Did I ever say you were a dick-head?"

"O many times."

"Good."

The plane buckled up and down unsteadily. Haley, just a tid bit scared, looked out the window and saw nothing but the islands right next to the big ol' blue. "Ok, the pilot better know what he or she is doing. O God, please don't kill me. I have so much to offer in this world. I swear, I'll stop being bad. I'll stop cussing too. I'll at least try. I don't want to drown in the ocean or get eaten by vicious hammerhead sharks or great whites. O God, not a great white. Even though they are like in Oceania, please don't make me prey meat for a great white. Fcuk fcuk fcuk fcuk fcuk... Shoot! I'm not supposed to cuss! Ok, I'll start over—starting now..." Haley thought shaking with fright. She tightly closed her eyes and latched onto Tim's arm, her nails digging into his skin. She heard Tim scream. Unfortunately, she thought his scream was one of those moribund screams right before a shark bites off your leg. Thus, she clutched harder onto him.

Needless to say, the situation was not like that AT ALL! There was no great white/hammerhead shark. Tim was screaming because her nails were ripping into his skin. And believe me, freshly manicured nails hurt. A lot.

Slowly, the plane stopped and there was a loud noisy rummage as people began to gather their bags. Haley opened one eye first. Seeing how there was no sharks chewing on bloody limbs, she opened her other eye. Good. Now she was a nail scratching, food snatching thief with perfect 20/20 vision in both eyes.

"Haley why the fcuk did you do that?" Tim asked incredulously, massaging his arm.

"Tim, don't cuss," Haley said, trying to change the subject. Besides, there was lil kiddies running around. Now, because of Tim and his colorful choice of words, they were running around and screaming obscenities. Yep, gotta love them.

"Haley why did you manhandle me?"

"I did not manhandle you."

"I beg to differ James."

"Smith it's all your fault anyway."

"My fault? How is it my fault?"

"You brought me here to this island place."

"Haley it is Spring Break."

"Tim, we are not teenagers anymore."

"Well, we're not old people either. Just think of us as post-teenagers."

"Post-teenagers? Tim, I was wrong. You're not just a dick-head. You're also an idiot. Way to multitask."

"Whatever, you got laid because of me. And a thank you would be lovely."

"Yeah well, we have to get off the plane."

Once they were off the plane, they squeezed onto a shuttle bus to get to a hotel. As they passed the Four Seasons, Haley saw Nathan get out of a limo and walk into the place. Quickly, Haley pulled the chain to stop the shuttle bus. Tim and Haley settled at the Sheraton hotel right next door to the Four Seasons. To Haley's displeasure, they didn't have enough moolah to spree for the Four Seasons. Darnit.

As Nathan looked out of his hotel's window, he saw her walk by, eyeing the hotel in search of him. He smiled. She must feel this love business too. He's not the only one. Slowly, he lay back onto his bed, fantasizing about the things he would do to a certain brunette in that little ol' storage room.