Chapter 2- The Face of Your Past

"Nate, come on, we have to go, we have a three hour train ride. Let's go, move it, move it, move it," Haley called from the door to their apartment. The Knicks first away game is tomorrow. They needed to leave to catch their train. Chris was waiting downstairs to take them to the train station. The when they arrived, someone picking up the team would take them to the hotel. Nate walked over, his backpack stuffed on his back. He was holding his gameboy.
"I'm ready mommy," he looked up from his gameboy and gave her a toothless grin. Haley smiled and ushered him out the door and downstairs.
"Remember," Haley said as they stepped into the elevator, "If you happen to see one of the players, use your manners and don't get in their way, they are very busy, okay?"
"Okay, mommy, I'll be good, do you think, maybe, possibly, I'd get to meet the famous Scott Brothers?" he looked up at her hopefully.
"Maybe."
"Hey, mommy, did you know, that one of them has the same name as me? Isn't that cool, I have the same name as my favorite basketball player?"
"Oh yea, sure babe, real cool," Haley said as the elevator reached the bottom floor. They got out and walked out the door to Chris who was waiting. He drove them to the train station, which was a "long" quiet ride.

They got on the train with the rest of the team, they were traveling old school. They took their seats, Nate with his gameboy, Haley with a book. After about a half an hour Nate was bored, and hungry, and complaining about it. "Mommy, I'm bored," he whined, "I have absolutely nothing to do, and, and, I'm hungry, no, not hungry, famished, mommy, I'm starving," he continued whining, making Haley kick her self, mentally, in the butt, for teaching him those words.
"Well, Mommy doesn't care. You want to know why? I told you before we left to make sure you and enough games and books and things to keep you entertained the whole trip, and you said you did, which is why we were running late, remember? Then I also told you to eat a big breakfast and to pack a snack, you told me you didn't need to because you wouldn't be hungry, so tough luck, deal with it, cause Mommy doesn't care," Haley said, not looking up from her book, knowing good and well he would give her that same face Nathan did so many years ago to get her to do things, and she wasn't about to fall for it now.
"But…" "I don't care about your butt either, go to sleep, play your game again, stare out the window, I don't care, but you're not going anywhere, unless I go too, and I'm not going anywhere, so you better find something, cause you're not going to be complaining the whole ride." He sat there and crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, even though he knew good and well that wouldn't do anything.
The ride lasted maybe another half hour, with a change of plans, Taylor would pick them up at the train station, not the team, as specially requested by Taylor, claiming she wanted to see little Nate, which Haley told her was a bunch of BS, but agreed anyway. Taylor was there, waiting when the train pulled in, and as soon as Nate saw her, good-bye rules.
"Nate! Get back here, okay, I know Aunt Taylor is here, doesn't mean you don't need to listen to me anymore."
"But Mommy," he whined back.
"But Nathan," she mocked back.
"You're mean."
"Thank you, now move your little butt, and hold my hand, understand?"
"Yes mommy." She could tell he wasn't enjoying it, and it was a lovely show for Taylor, who was laughing up a storm, still laughing when they reached her.
"Aunt Taylor." Nate said hugging her.
"Hey shorty."
"I'm not short, you are."
"Right, how'd you get to be so tall."
"I was borned that way."
"Born," Haley corrected. Nate stuck his tongue out at her. "Do it again, I'll cut it off."
"Aunt Taylor, save me, save me!"
"Yea Aunt Taylor, save me, keep him, see ya." Haley turned around to walk away, but then turned around, "you can return him at bedtime, no later than eight, have fun, I told you the hotel, I'm going back to my original plan, see ya, Taylor, remember eight 'o' clock, not one minute later." Haley walked away, she could hear them cheering, they lost psycho mommy. She smiled.

She walked to the car with the person holding the sign with her name. She gave the man her bag to put in the trunk and got in the car. She was soon joined by another person, a man, one of the team, none other than Nathan Scott. "Hey, you're that hott singing chick I saw on TV, you sang at my game," Nathan said, looking at her.
"Yea, but my friends call me Haley," she laughed.
"That's a pretty name."
"Thank you, so is Nathan, I guess."
"Hey, how'd you know that was my name?"
"Um, hello, you're only like the best basketball player on the face of the planet, and you think I wouldn't know your name, I can pick up a newspaper."
"Right, forgot about that, you have a nice voice, so what took you so long to come out?"
"Well, I did a little singing in high school, then went to college, just graduated, and my agent said it'd be a good time to show up again. Why do you want to know, you interested?"
"I might be, but I'm married, miss I read the newspaper."
"Yea, newspapers, not junk papers," she smiled.
"Oh thanks," he smiled.
"Your welcome, anytime." He put his hand over his heart like she was breaking it.
"So, you wanna get together later, a little one on one time? See where things go?"
"Hmm, go out with a MARRIED man and still be home for EIGHT, yea, I think I'd rather not."
"Eight curfew, chick, what are you five?"
"No, but, rules are rules, agent, you know, so where is this wife of yours, don't you think she'd mind?"
"Um, no, we're kinda over, sorta, she left me."
"Oh, poor baby."
"Not the sympathetic type, huh?"
"Nope."
"So what are you then," he asked.
"The Know-It-All type, I know it all."
"Really, well if you know it all, tell me, where is this wonderful wife of mine that left me, oh, five years ago?"
"Name please."
"Haley James-Scott."
"Hmm, okay, well, show me a good time, and I'll tell you, or show you, but, I have to have a good time, something I will remember, and I'll tell you something you'll remember, where this wonderful wife is of yours, what a nice catch, might I add."
"Can I ask how?"
"Um, I'm a know-it-all remember? I know it all, and I have many connections, it shouldn't be to hard, well, if she's still alive with the same name." He turned pale at that, still alive, and gulped, that never crossed his mind when she left.

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