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Nathan sped through the downpour of rain droplets to get to his car. "Damn it!" He yelled frustrated. Nathan leaned from side to side impatiently as he searched for his keys. He groaned as he found they weren't in either of his pants' pockets. Shoving his hand furiously into the pocket of his jacket, he felt relief fall over him as his hand wrapped around the cold metal key.
Cursing himself for not looking there first, he opened the door and hopped into his car, shifted into reverse and sped out of his girlfriend's driveway.
Meanwhile...
"So what do you want to do tonight?" Lucas asked as he parked the car by the water. The young man smiled as he looked at his friend. She had been spending so much time with Nathan lately, that he had forgotten how much he liked just being with her.
Haley stared out at the moon. It was partially blocked by the gray storm clouds that had invaded the night. "Look it's a shooting star." She said turning her head towards Lucas. "Make a wish." She whispered softly.
Lucas watched it slowly travel the nocturnal sky. 'I wish...' he thought. 'I wish that my mom would come home safely from Italy.'
(A/N: obviously, Karen is still in Italy for this one.)
Haley leaned back against the seat so her head rested easily on the cushion. 'I wish... it would stop raining.' Haley smiled at Lucas and the he stuck his red tongue out at her. She giggled and jumped onto him. They both laughed as Lucas tickled Haley and she squirmed around.
Haley sighed as she relaxed next to Lucas on the driver's side of the car. She was sitting near the window. "Let's stay here tonight." She said as she watched the storm clouds separate.
The rain still fell onto the damp earth but it no longer down poured. "I think that's a good idea." Lucas said as he moved in to kiss Haley.
At the party...
"Nathan!" The guys yelled as Nathan entered through the small doorway. The house seemed a little too small for a keg party, which is what he was told it would be. But when he got into the low roofed living room, he found no keg. The guys were all seated in a circle around a small metal coffee table with a crack through the center.
The walls were covered with a fake wood giving the house a small cottagey feeling. The sofa and the matching chairs were all stained with blacks and reds, which Nathan hoped weren't blood.
"You're late Nate!" Tim called from the rusty kitchen.
One of the other guys, whom Nathan didn't know, echoed Tim's statement laughing, "Late Nate..." he chuckled again and Nathan stepped away moving towards Tim.
"Yeah," Tim continued absentmindedly. "We already had something to drink."
"But you're just on time for the best part." Yelled someone from the back of the room.
Nathan looked around quizzically. "I think I might be going." He said taking a step towards the door.
Tim linked his arm through Nathan's saying, "No, no, stay. It'll be fun"
Meanwhile...
"Lucas," Haley said as he reached up her shirt to unclip her bra. "I shouldn't be doing this." Haley sat up worried.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay." He said grabbing her hand and enveloping it in his. "Nathan doesn't need to know, what could it hurt?" He put his arm around her knowing he shouldn't have been saying those words. There were like venom that had taken him over.
"I'm sorry Hale, I shouldn't have. It's just... I like you so much but,"
Haley cut him off. "But I love Nathan." Lucas' heart sank, he always knew that but it hurt to hear it spoken by her.
His eyes traveled down to look at his hands. Then looking up into her eyes he promised, "I'll always be here if you need me. Don't forget."
Haley smiled and brought his hand up to her face. "I won't." she promised in return.
At the Party...
Nathan sat down between a guy named Bert and Jake. "Do you know what's going on?" he asked Jake who seemed to be not all there.
"No idea." He answered, lightly shaking his head.
"And now the Grande Finale of tonight's gathering," began Drew, the guys who's house it was. "Tada!" He opened a small wooden box revealing a large amount of small joints.
"Are you serious?" Nathan asked viciously with Jake at his side.
"Yeah." Drew said obviously throwing his long blonde hair over his shoulder. "What you've never?" he asked skeptically as he watched Nathan and Jake's faces. "Well there's a first time for everything!" he added chuckling.
"I'm leaving." Jake said raising from his seat.
"Slow down." Tim said grabbing his arm and pulling him back down. "It's not gonna hurt you." he said from his seat on the side of the sofa.
The other guys spent a while trying to convince the two to stay for "just a little puff". "Oh come on!" Bert yelled. "What could it hurt?"
Jake shook his head disgustedly. "I'm going!" when Tim tried to pull him back down, Jake swung around and punched his teammate across the face, drawing blood from his left cheek.
Tim fell onto the sofa spreading his blood across the brown cushion. 'Another stain.' Nathan thought to himself.
"Are you coming?" Jake asked Nathan impatiently.
"Um..." Nathan struggled. 'It's not a hard decision, LEAVE!' a voice in his head yelled. "I think I'm gonna stay for a bit."
Jake shook his head. "Goodbye Nathan!" he yelled feeling betrayed. 'I'll go call my mom in Oakland, see how Jenny's doing with her and dad.' He thought as he walked through the rain.
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Please Review, I'm expecting flames (my stories usually cause those) Review whether you're a flamer or not. I need help with this.
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Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?
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