Author's Note: I know it's been a while since I last updated, but I'm back now so no worries. I'm really glad that you all like this story, I'm more than a little surprised, but it's all good. I have some drama planned for the next few chapters so don't worry about that, there's plenty to go around. I can't really think of anything else I need to tell you all, so I guess I'll just get on with it. I hope you enjoy.

...WWHT...

"See!" Taylor exclaimed as the credits began to roll on the episode of Buffy they had just finished watching. She turned to see that her sister was wiping away a tear. She jumped up and pointed a finger at her.

"What?"

"You liked it," she accused her. Haley was about to protest, but Taylor was having none of it. "No, no, don't even try it. People do not cry over things if they don't like them. You liked it. Admit it."

"Fine, I like it," Haley admitted, with a sigh. "It was funny and it was action packed." She highlighted that by punching the air. Brooke giggled. "And it was so sad!"

"I know!" Peyton agreed from her position on the other end of the couch. "I mean, she finally got him back and then she had to kill him. That totally sucks."

"Are you crying?" Brooke asked in amusement. She herself was not affected by the show since she had seen it many times before, but found it funny to watch the reactions of her girlfriend and best friend. Haley she had half expected to cry, but not Peyton.

"I don't cry," Peyton stated with a glare, warning her to drop it. The look just cause Brooke's smile to widen. Peyton could tell she was about to tell some embarrassing story that she did not want the sisters to hear, so she raised a finger at the brunette. "I'm warning you, Brooke, if you even open your mouth..."

"Peyton cried at the end of Miss Congeniality!" Brooke exclaimed as Peyton lunged at her. Haley and Taylor burst out laughing at the new information. Peyton jumped on top of Brooke, who was still seated comfortably in Haley's lap, causing the two of them to squeal.

"I'm gonna kill you," Peyton told her, as she tried to reach for Brooke's hair, but caught Haley's instead. Haley yelped at the pull and Peyton immediately let go. "God, I'm so sorry, Hales."

"Ouch," Haley pouted holding her head. She turned to Brooke and buried her face in curve of her neck. Brooke smiled and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend.

"Aww," she sighed. "Did mean old Peyton hurt my baby?" Haley nodded her head and her response was muffled by Brooke's hair. Brooke fake leered at the blonde that was slowly crawling off of them. Taylor rolled her eyes.

"Kiss it better," Haley ordered her in fake sadness. Brooke laughed and laid a soft kiss on top of Haley's head, letting her lips linger there for a moment longer than needed.

"Better?"

"Much." Haley pulled her face out of Brooke's shoulder and smiled up at her that smile that always made Brooke weak in the knees. The smile soon spread to Brooke's face and she leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

"You two make me sick," Taylor groaned from her standing position in front of them. For a second Haley thought she was serious and began to panic. She quickly turned to face her and visibly relaxed when she saw the smile on her sister's face.

"I second that," Peyton commented. Haley shot her a playfully scowl.

"Shut up, you hurt my head." Peyton gave her a look of fake sympathy and pouted out her lower lip in an effort for forgiveness. "You big meanie."

"I'm sorry, Hales," Peyton replied. "Do you forgive me?"

"I guess," Haley answered, smiling innocently at her. "I won't want you to start crying on us. Apparently, you have a tendency to do that." Brooke burst out laughing, but stopped immediately with one look from Peyton.

"Sorry."

"Okay," Taylor interrupted as she clapped her hands, tired of the subject that was currently being discussed. "So the food should be here any minute now..."

"You ordered out?" Haley asked. Taylor nodded at her. "Tay, it's your first time meeting my girlfriend and you didn't have the manners to cook us up something?"

"Have you ever had my cooking?"

"Of course."

"Then I figured you'd be thankfully that I didn't drive her away." Haley laughed and nodded her head, deciding that her sister had a good point. She was a horrible cook.

"What are we having?"

"I ordered Chinese," Taylor answered, looking around at the two people she didn't really know. "Is that okay with you two?"

"I love Chinese and P. Sawyer over here eats anything she can, but doesn't gain a pound," Brooke answered, glaring at Peyton. "Have I mentioned how I hate you yet today?"

"Several times," Peyton answered, not really paying attention to her anymore, finding what was on the screen to be more entertaining.

"I should go set the table," Taylor decided, looking at the other blonde. "Would you mind helping, Peyton?" Peyton looked up at the mention of her name. Taylor realized she didn't hear a word she said. "Help in the kitchen?"

"Yeah, sure." She turned the TV off and followed Taylor into the kitchen, leaving the lovebirds alone. As soon as she was sure they were out of the room, Brooke quickly maneuvered herself so she was straddling Haley's lap and leaned forward.

"Hey, baby," she whispered into her ear, as she left feather light kisses on Haley's neck and jaw. "I've been wanting to do that all night."

"Well, for Taylor and Peyton's sanity, I'm glad you controlled yourself." Brooke giggled and continued to kiss her way across Haley's jaw until she found her lips. "I love you." Brooke purged forward and locked their lips in a passionate kiss. Haley's hands found their way into Brooke's hair as Brooke's hands wandered up Haley's shirt to rest on her lower back. After several minutes, Brooke pulled away, out of breath and rested her forehead against Haley's.

"I love you, too."

"I got that," Haley teased, leaving another short kiss on Brooke's lips. Before Brooke couldn't reciprocate there was a knock at the door. "Off you get, babe." Brooke pouted and reluctantly got off Haley. "I'll get the door, you go help set up."

"Okay, baby," Brooke agreed, cheerfully. She kissed Haley one last time before bounding off to join the blondes in the kitchen. Haley shook her head, smiling after her girlfriend. The second knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts.

"The moneys on the mantle," Taylor called from the other room.

"Kay." She walked over to the door, grabbing the money on the way and opened the door. "How much will it be...Nathan?"

"Hey," he greeted her, nervously. He was dressed in his usual tracksuit, hands buried in his pockets. If this was five weeks ago, the sight would have made her melt, but now it did nothing. She looked up in his deep blue eyes that were drilling a hole into her and she felt nothing other than guilt.

"Hey," she greeted back with just as much nervousness. She played with the money in her hands without realizing it. Nathan watched on in amusement.

"Waiting for company?" he asked, motioning to the money in her hands. She followed his gaze and laughed. She smiled at him and put the money in her pocket.

"Tay ordered Chinese."

"Your favorite." Haley smiled, finding it sweet that he remembered. He tore his eyes away from her's and looked past her into the house. "So, this party at Brad's house, you going?"

"I think I might make an appearance," she answered, not wanting to lie or hurt his feelings. It wasn't really until now that she realized she hadn't officially broken things off with Nathan. They hadn't talked in almost an entire month; he was too busy dealing with the Dan/Deb drama to see her. She felt guilty, but quickly forgot it, remembering that he had totally ditched her for a month. Besides they were never really dating in the first place. "Why?"

"I was just wondering if you, maybe, wanted to go together?"

"Nathan, I..."

"Baby, what's taking you so long?" asked Brooke as she came out of the kitchen. She looked surprised to see who was at the door. "Hey, Nate."

"Brooke." He nodded in her general direction.

"What brings you here?" Brooke wrapped her arms around Haley's waist in a possessive way and kissed her pulse point. She rested her chin on Haley's shoulder and looked up to meet Nathan's surprised eyes.

"I was just going to ask Haley a question," he answered, hurt evident in his voice. He shook his head. "But I see that I'm too late. In more ways than one."

"Nathan, I'm..."

"Sorry to interrupt." He started to walk away. Haley pulled out of Brooke's embrace and took a step forward.

"Nathan, I'm sorry," she called. He stopped walking. "I should have told you."

"It's okay," he told her. He turned around. "It's not like you were my property or something. I shouldn't have expected you to wait around for me. It wasn't fair to you."

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

"Tim said something to me earlier today," he explained. "He said that you guys were together, but I didn't believe him." He looked down at his feet. "I guess Tim was right. Who would have thought, huh?"

"Nathan, please..." He held up his hands to stop her.

"It's okay," he repeated. He looked past her to Brooke who was standing in the doorway and they shared an understanding look. He looked back to Haley. "I'll see you around." With that, he was gone. Haley stood stock still on the porch. Brooke walked cautiously over to her and wrapped her arms around Haley. She knew she hated hurting people.

"It's okay, baby," she whispered. She pulled Haley towards the door. "Come on, let's head inside." Haley nodded her head and let herself be pulled back into her house.

...WWHT...

Okay, I'm finished for now. I hope it was all to your liking. I hope to update faster next time if I get enough reviews. Later.