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Chapter 13- Daily Rituals (a.k.a Back In Your Arms Again)
Haley's alarm went off. It was early, she always got up early. She felt like she had the best night's sleep in a long time. She rolled over and saw him, that's why.
"Get Up!" Haley said shaking Nathan and giving him a kiss. He wasn't just a dream. He was real and there. He shouldn't be there. If Nate knew, or her sisters, or Chris, all hell would break loose.
Nathan smiled, "I had the best night, oh right, I slept here."
"Yes, and now you need to go. Nate could see you, or my sisters or Chris…" Haley was broken off by a kiss.
"I get it, I got to go, but I will see you later, and you can count on it," Nathan smiled as he climbed back out Haley's window. Haley smiled and watched him leave and then got ready for her chaotic day.
Haley walked into Nate's room to wake him, "Morning baby, time for school, get dressed and brush your teeth."
Nate sat up groggily, "Okay mommy," Nate got out of bed. Haley walked into the living room and looked out onto the balcony. Taylor, Quinn and Vivian were asleep out there. They looked so funny. Haley just had to get a camera. She made sure to take enough so everyone could have as many different shots as they wanted. She still wouldn't let them in, not until she took pictures of Chris in the hallway.
The morning was pure chaos. Convincing Vivian she should go to work to get her mind off her ex and kids. Convincing Taylor that work was a good option. Taylor and Chris worked together on this small, children's show. They were children on the show, for some reason, kids actually thought they were kids. The show was only inner city though, and Haley made sure to get a copy of every show to send to their parents. She hated the thought of them coming in town again with all the things they've all been doing to get the others in trouble or yelled at or laughed at. Their UPS guy that worked in their parents neighborhood has probably got to be a hater now. Boxes of junk daily.
Quinn was the hardest to get to leave, but Haley convinced her to get a job. She didn't really care where, but if she didn't, she wasn't staying there. And Haley didn't care where she was staying. Quinn was forced to get a job, and that's what she would be doing all day until Haley came home to let them all in. She was the only one with the key. How sad. She would go to work, then pick up Nate after school, by that time, they were usually waiting for her to let them in.
The same went for today. It was after school and Haley had just arrived home to everyone waiting outside for her to unlock the door.
"Hey, Hay, why can't you just give us a key," Taylor asked as Haley unlocked the door.
"Good question, cause you don't pay rent. You pay rent, you get key. Last time I checked, I'm the only one that pays rent, I'm the only one that gets a key. We have an hour before the game, I'm singing, so you're all going, and whoever refuses, well you can sleep," she paused thinking, "not here," she smirked and disappeared into her room.
She needed to change for tonight. She was singing at the game. Nerves, she felt nervous, after all it was a new song. First time singing it. She hopes the crowd will like it. Jeans, she loved her jeans. She couldn't wear them at school, it was a private school. She slipped them on and for a shirt. A white long sleeve shirt with a hood with a number 23 Knicks jersey over it (blue).
"Nate, are you ready to go? We have to get moving, everyone, lets go, lets go," Haley yelled walking out of her room. Nate ran up, wearing practically the same thing. It was funny and cute. They all rounded up and left.
They arrived just on time as Haley took center stage to go on, with everyone else in the bleachers.
You come to my window,
When the sky was a sea of ink.
You tried my attention,
Showing off your skill of aim.
Haley started off slowly. It was a new song, not even on an album yet, but with her recent feelings, she had to write it. Her agent would understand.
I'm back in your arms again,
Trying to make it better, this time 'round.
I'm yours to entertain,
I was lost, but now found.
The chorus came naturally. She felt it, and her voice showed it, holding just long enough on each syllable. She had written the song, she knew what was happening.
I called out to you,
Through the howling wind.
I smiled at you,
And took you in.
Haley looked out into the crowd of teenage girls. They were there for two reasons, hot basketball players, and her. They were silent. Usually they would be singing along, Haley expected this though, it was a new song, not released yet.
I'm back in your arms again,
Trying to make it better, this time 'round.
I'm yours to entertain,
I was lost, but now found.
The chorus came again. She felt more relaxed as she looked up from her keyboard. They placed it at half court with a chair and microphone. She knew the keys, like the keys to her apartment.
You looked into my eyes,
Deep into my soul.
A hungry dog,
Feasting upon my innocence.
All eyes were on her. Anonymous faces, from mysterious places. She didn't know any of them, and yet she did. She did know them. They were fans, connected through song.
I'm back in your arms again,
Trying to make it better, this time 'round.
I'm yours to entertain,
I was lost, but now found.
Haley saw him then. He was in the doorway to the gymnasium. He was watching her, smirking with his all known smirk. She knew that he knew that she was singing about them, him, her.
Our lips crashed,
Dancers, getting reacquainted with one another.
Emotions swirling around,
A rainbow of sound, only we can hear.
She sang what she felt. What she felt was love. Who she was in love with was him. Her face showed t when she sang. His eyes showed it when he watched her, it wasn't one-sided.
I'm back in your arms again,
Trying to make it better, this time 'round.
I'm yours to entertain,
I was lost, but now found.
She looked out into the bleachers. The people's faces were lit. They liked the song. She'd have to say the title for it when she finished and it would be out soon.
Your tender touch,
Making me feel safe again.
Strength within you,
Protect me from all the world's harsh harm.
She was almost done, and the energy was still with her. She had taken it slow and was doing great. It sounded the way she wanted it too.
I'm back in your arms again,
Trying to make it better, this time 'round.
I'm yours to entertain,
I was lost, but now found.
Oh, I was lost, but now I'm found.
Found by you…
She finished up. The crowds erupted with applause. She felt great, alive, thriving. As soon as she was done, Nathan came out, in full uniform. He kissed her in front of everyone. Flashes went off around them. He didn't care if the world knew, she was his, as he hers.
He whispered in her ear, "You did great Hales."
She smiled back, "Thanks," and then took the microphone, "Hey everyone, that last song was Back In Your Arms Again, and is currently unavailable on CD, but I'm going to try to get it out to y'all on my next CD, thank you, you all have been great," Haley handed the microphone to the announcer waiting for it. He wasn't waiting very patiently either. Haley walked to her seat, escorted by Nathan. He kissed her and left for before game warm-ups. There were more camera flashes, practically every minute and Haley felt she would be blind by the end on the game.
Quinn, Taylor and Vivian sat behind her, in a circle, bugging people around them, braiding each other's hair. Nate and Chris were disgusted by them and moved as far away as humanely possible, and Haley would let them. There was an occasional pinch, or slap from Taylor, Quinn or Vivian to one another, for pulling their hair, or braiding too tight. They worse than Nate. Haley didn't watch the game, she watched Nathan, dreamily.
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