Later that night, Callie laid on her bed, flipping through another magazine. She heard her little sister head upstairs, and then she heard her soft footsteps stop in front of her bedroom.
"Callie," Penny knocked on the door, and opening it.
"Penny, you can come in," Callie laughed, with her sister standing at the doorway with her hair brush in her hands.
"Like these pjs? I just got them," Penny smiled, taking a fast turn in her new pajamas. They were blue with pink cats on them, and to Callie, a little imature. But for her sister, perfect.
"Awesome kiddo,"
"Callie, do you think maybe you could braid my hair...even if it is super curly today?" Penny asked timidly, giving a sweet smile.
"Sure, get over here," Callie shifted on her bed, making room for her sister to sit in front of her. She quickly brushed her sister's hair, and made a french braid in the back, which turned out pretty good, even with her sister's curly hair.
"Thanks," her sister said, giving her a hug.
"Anytime Pencil, anytime,"
"Hey, you know I hate it when you call me that,"
"And that's exactly why I do it," she smiled at her little sister, who gave her a look back.
"G'night Callie,"
"Goodnight Penny,"
-...-
Downstairs, after the dishes were done, Peyton and Lucas sat down to talk.
"So, how come Haley called?" asked Lucas, after throwing down his dish towel.
"Um..I think you might already know...about him joining the team," Peyton replied, looking into her husbands eyes.
"Yah, I know, he's being traded from the Heat to us, I can't believe I will be playing with him again,"
"I know, I haven't seen him in such a long time, but if hes coming to play with L.A. does that mean hes leaving his wing man?"
"No actually, Tim's coming too, it's kind of hard to believe,"
"Anyway, moving on, you still have the idea of moving to Tree Hill on your mind?"
"yah, that is in my mind everyday, I really want to see my mom again, I do, and I want to see everyone, Hales, Brooke, even Tim,"
"Well, I wanna go to, THUD goes where I go, since I manage it...you wanna move?"
"I really do Pey, I do,"
"OK, then we will, but you know, even though he's gonna be on the team with you, I'm gonna have to face her again, and I haven't done that since, well... since I told him I was pregnant with Callie..."
Lucas grabbed her hand, and gave her a smile, a good smile, "Don't worry, we can do it together, but you know that means we have to tell Cal,"
"Luke, I don't want to tell her, I can't, I mean, how will she ever face him?"
"You, wait, We have to, shes gonna figure it out someday, and when she does, she will hate us all,"
"No she won't, we will do it right and she won't, ok?"
"Yah, I'm okay, but how do you think she is going to react, she is bound to see him when we are in Tree Hill again, I mean he lives there and all,"
"I dont know Lucas, but I just realized something,"
"What?"
"Nathan Scott has become his father..."
-...-
At about 10 o'clock that night, Lucas headed up to his eldest daughters room. Her door was open, so he stood there watching her for a second. She was reading a book, an old shakespere book actually, one that used to be him. He smiled at the thought, then his mind raced back to his conversation with Peyton, bringing up Callie's real dad. He still couldn't believe she was his kid, she was so sweet, so nice, so unlike her real father.
"Um can I help you?" Callie laughed, seeing her dad standing at her door with a big smile on his face.
"Sorry, kind of lost in thought, can I come in?"
"Yah, of course, you are my favourite dad you know," she had always made this joke, saying he was her favourite dad. But this time he didn't say anything...which to Callie meant something was wrong.
"And then you say, I'm your only dad... is something wrong? Did someone die?"
"No, I'm fine, sorry hun, no one died...do you still need help with that math?"
"No, I figured it out...can I show you something?" she asked her dad, thinking back to the picture she found, which she had retrieved from the box again, and she had slipped it with her journal.
"Yah, sure, anything," he replied to her, taking a seat on the bed beside her. She flipped through the pages of her journal, and grabbed the picture.
"OK, whos that guy standing with mom?" she showed him, and he looked surprised at the picture.
"Um...one of her old boyfriends...where did you find this?" he asked, stuttering slightly at the sight of Nathan Scott, hoping the pictures hadn't given her any ideas.
"In one of the old boxes of pictures, why?"
"I was just wondering, can I um keep this for a bit?"
"Why not? It's not mine anyway, I was just wondering about it," she shrugged and headed back to her magazine, a sign for him to leave.
"Ok, goodnight Cal, love you,"
"Love you too dad,"
-...-
"Pey, have something to show you," Lucas said in a confused way to his wife who was sitting on her bed folding clothes.
"What is it?" she asked, seeing something in her hand, and she was excited now.
"It's this..." he said, showing her the picture. Peyton took it, seeing a picture of her with her ex boyfriend, her eyes widened at how happy she had been.
"Where'd you find this?"
"I didn't find it, Callie did actually..."
"Callie found this? Old boxes of pictures right?"
"Yah, do you think she is well...wondering about anything?"
"I hope not..."
-...-
Later that night, at about 11:20, Callie was laying in her bed, with her light off, but she couldn't sleep. She didn't understand anything these days, nothing at all. And lately, she knew something was wrong. She knew her father was hiding something from her, he was acting too different lately. He was quieter around her, like he was afraid he was going to let something out. And lately, she had also been hearing her parents talking about moving. She didn't want to move, all her friends were here, all her life, she had grown up her. Cameron and Penny had grown up here, she was sure they didnt want to move either.
At this point, sleep wasn't coming. She didn't feel like writing in her journal, she only had her one own cure for insomnia. She got up slowly and slipped into her nikes and she threw on her lakers hoodies, with her dads number 3 labeled on the bacl. She slowly opened the door, and looked down the hallway, seeing all the lights in the house off, except a dim light coming from the bottom of the door from her parents room.
She stepped slowly down the hallway, passing through the living room and the kitchen, heading to the side door of the house. She grabbed her basketball from beside the door, and slowly unlocked it, running onto the drive way, facing the basketball net. She just stood there for a moment, taking in the sight she was seeing. The only light was coming from the moon above her, and shone onto the basketball net like it was a sign. She breathed in and headed over closer to the net, planning just to shoot, not to dribble much for dribbling made too much noise at times. She took a few shots, and then she sighed, taking a seat on the bench that was set up beside the house. She twirled the ball in her hands and smiled, remember the day her dad had taught her that.
Upstairs, Lucas couldn't sleep either. He got up, careful not to disturb his sleeping wife, he threw on his own sweatshirt. He walked out of his room, noticing the door to Callie's room being open, he thought he had heard the swishing of a basketball net. He smiled and walked out the front door too, seeing his daughter sitting down on the bench beside the house. He walked over to her, quietly.
"Last time I checked, you were in bed," he said, taking a seat beside her. She gave him a sad look with her puppy eyes and he smiled.
"I couldn't sleep, and the basketball net was calling me," she joked, glancing up at the net.
"Ok, I'll take that excuse because I couldn't sleep either,"
"So we're even,"
"Yah, and Cal, you know how your mother and I were talking about moving, well we are, back to Tree Hill,"
"Really? When?"
"We arent sure yet, but we are..."
"Fine, whatever, even though my life is here, with all my friends...." she snapped at him, looking away.
"Callie, I know that, but your mother and I think its best to move now, alright,"
"Ok,"
"Honey, is there some thing you want to talk about?"
"well, kind of I guess...dad, did you ever think sometimes things aren't what they seemed? Like a lie..."
"I don't understand, but i guess sometimes yes, like something is being kept from you,"
"Ya, exactly...but i was just wondering...like what if you had decided not to stay with mom when she had been pregnant? But you did, even though you didn't want to, like it was out of sympathy,"
"Cal, I don't know what you are really talking about, but whatever it is never think I didn't want you okay? I always loved you, even before you were born..and I always will, you got that?"
"Yah, I do," she smiled, getting up with him, "But have you ever thought about what would have happened it you didn't stay with her, and if I wasn't yours?"
"Honey, even if you weren't mine, I would have been there for your mom, don't worry,"
'That's what I mean...what if I wasn't yours...?' she thought, as they walked back into the house, 'My life would be a lie...."
Lies...make it better.
Lies... are forever Lies...to go home to.
Lies... to wake up to.
Lies...from the altar.
Lies...make you falter.
Lies...keep your mouth fed.
Lies...til your death bed...lies...
(Lies, by Billy Talent)
(there was the second chapter, alot of talking there, oh and the beggining was just sister bonding, yaay! anyway, Reviews please, i always enjoy them, good or bad! Thanks for all the reviews from the first chapter you guys, you rock!!!)
"Callie," Penny knocked on the door, and opening it.
"Penny, you can come in," Callie laughed, with her sister standing at the doorway with her hair brush in her hands.
"Like these pjs? I just got them," Penny smiled, taking a fast turn in her new pajamas. They were blue with pink cats on them, and to Callie, a little imature. But for her sister, perfect.
"Awesome kiddo,"
"Callie, do you think maybe you could braid my hair...even if it is super curly today?" Penny asked timidly, giving a sweet smile.
"Sure, get over here," Callie shifted on her bed, making room for her sister to sit in front of her. She quickly brushed her sister's hair, and made a french braid in the back, which turned out pretty good, even with her sister's curly hair.
"Thanks," her sister said, giving her a hug.
"Anytime Pencil, anytime,"
"Hey, you know I hate it when you call me that,"
"And that's exactly why I do it," she smiled at her little sister, who gave her a look back.
"G'night Callie,"
"Goodnight Penny,"
-...-
Downstairs, after the dishes were done, Peyton and Lucas sat down to talk.
"So, how come Haley called?" asked Lucas, after throwing down his dish towel.
"Um..I think you might already know...about him joining the team," Peyton replied, looking into her husbands eyes.
"Yah, I know, he's being traded from the Heat to us, I can't believe I will be playing with him again,"
"I know, I haven't seen him in such a long time, but if hes coming to play with L.A. does that mean hes leaving his wing man?"
"No actually, Tim's coming too, it's kind of hard to believe,"
"Anyway, moving on, you still have the idea of moving to Tree Hill on your mind?"
"yah, that is in my mind everyday, I really want to see my mom again, I do, and I want to see everyone, Hales, Brooke, even Tim,"
"Well, I wanna go to, THUD goes where I go, since I manage it...you wanna move?"
"I really do Pey, I do,"
"OK, then we will, but you know, even though he's gonna be on the team with you, I'm gonna have to face her again, and I haven't done that since, well... since I told him I was pregnant with Callie..."
Lucas grabbed her hand, and gave her a smile, a good smile, "Don't worry, we can do it together, but you know that means we have to tell Cal,"
"Luke, I don't want to tell her, I can't, I mean, how will she ever face him?"
"You, wait, We have to, shes gonna figure it out someday, and when she does, she will hate us all,"
"No she won't, we will do it right and she won't, ok?"
"Yah, I'm okay, but how do you think she is going to react, she is bound to see him when we are in Tree Hill again, I mean he lives there and all,"
"I dont know Lucas, but I just realized something,"
"What?"
"Nathan Scott has become his father..."
-...-
At about 10 o'clock that night, Lucas headed up to his eldest daughters room. Her door was open, so he stood there watching her for a second. She was reading a book, an old shakespere book actually, one that used to be him. He smiled at the thought, then his mind raced back to his conversation with Peyton, bringing up Callie's real dad. He still couldn't believe she was his kid, she was so sweet, so nice, so unlike her real father.
"Um can I help you?" Callie laughed, seeing her dad standing at her door with a big smile on his face.
"Sorry, kind of lost in thought, can I come in?"
"Yah, of course, you are my favourite dad you know," she had always made this joke, saying he was her favourite dad. But this time he didn't say anything...which to Callie meant something was wrong.
"And then you say, I'm your only dad... is something wrong? Did someone die?"
"No, I'm fine, sorry hun, no one died...do you still need help with that math?"
"No, I figured it out...can I show you something?" she asked her dad, thinking back to the picture she found, which she had retrieved from the box again, and she had slipped it with her journal.
"Yah, sure, anything," he replied to her, taking a seat on the bed beside her. She flipped through the pages of her journal, and grabbed the picture.
"OK, whos that guy standing with mom?" she showed him, and he looked surprised at the picture.
"Um...one of her old boyfriends...where did you find this?" he asked, stuttering slightly at the sight of Nathan Scott, hoping the pictures hadn't given her any ideas.
"In one of the old boxes of pictures, why?"
"I was just wondering, can I um keep this for a bit?"
"Why not? It's not mine anyway, I was just wondering about it," she shrugged and headed back to her magazine, a sign for him to leave.
"Ok, goodnight Cal, love you,"
"Love you too dad,"
-...-
"Pey, have something to show you," Lucas said in a confused way to his wife who was sitting on her bed folding clothes.
"What is it?" she asked, seeing something in her hand, and she was excited now.
"It's this..." he said, showing her the picture. Peyton took it, seeing a picture of her with her ex boyfriend, her eyes widened at how happy she had been.
"Where'd you find this?"
"I didn't find it, Callie did actually..."
"Callie found this? Old boxes of pictures right?"
"Yah, do you think she is well...wondering about anything?"
"I hope not..."
-...-
Later that night, at about 11:20, Callie was laying in her bed, with her light off, but she couldn't sleep. She didn't understand anything these days, nothing at all. And lately, she knew something was wrong. She knew her father was hiding something from her, he was acting too different lately. He was quieter around her, like he was afraid he was going to let something out. And lately, she had also been hearing her parents talking about moving. She didn't want to move, all her friends were here, all her life, she had grown up her. Cameron and Penny had grown up here, she was sure they didnt want to move either.
At this point, sleep wasn't coming. She didn't feel like writing in her journal, she only had her one own cure for insomnia. She got up slowly and slipped into her nikes and she threw on her lakers hoodies, with her dads number 3 labeled on the bacl. She slowly opened the door, and looked down the hallway, seeing all the lights in the house off, except a dim light coming from the bottom of the door from her parents room.
She stepped slowly down the hallway, passing through the living room and the kitchen, heading to the side door of the house. She grabbed her basketball from beside the door, and slowly unlocked it, running onto the drive way, facing the basketball net. She just stood there for a moment, taking in the sight she was seeing. The only light was coming from the moon above her, and shone onto the basketball net like it was a sign. She breathed in and headed over closer to the net, planning just to shoot, not to dribble much for dribbling made too much noise at times. She took a few shots, and then she sighed, taking a seat on the bench that was set up beside the house. She twirled the ball in her hands and smiled, remember the day her dad had taught her that.
Upstairs, Lucas couldn't sleep either. He got up, careful not to disturb his sleeping wife, he threw on his own sweatshirt. He walked out of his room, noticing the door to Callie's room being open, he thought he had heard the swishing of a basketball net. He smiled and walked out the front door too, seeing his daughter sitting down on the bench beside the house. He walked over to her, quietly.
"Last time I checked, you were in bed," he said, taking a seat beside her. She gave him a sad look with her puppy eyes and he smiled.
"I couldn't sleep, and the basketball net was calling me," she joked, glancing up at the net.
"Ok, I'll take that excuse because I couldn't sleep either,"
"So we're even,"
"Yah, and Cal, you know how your mother and I were talking about moving, well we are, back to Tree Hill,"
"Really? When?"
"We arent sure yet, but we are..."
"Fine, whatever, even though my life is here, with all my friends...." she snapped at him, looking away.
"Callie, I know that, but your mother and I think its best to move now, alright,"
"Ok,"
"Honey, is there some thing you want to talk about?"
"well, kind of I guess...dad, did you ever think sometimes things aren't what they seemed? Like a lie..."
"I don't understand, but i guess sometimes yes, like something is being kept from you,"
"Ya, exactly...but i was just wondering...like what if you had decided not to stay with mom when she had been pregnant? But you did, even though you didn't want to, like it was out of sympathy,"
"Cal, I don't know what you are really talking about, but whatever it is never think I didn't want you okay? I always loved you, even before you were born..and I always will, you got that?"
"Yah, I do," she smiled, getting up with him, "But have you ever thought about what would have happened it you didn't stay with her, and if I wasn't yours?"
"Honey, even if you weren't mine, I would have been there for your mom, don't worry,"
'That's what I mean...what if I wasn't yours...?' she thought, as they walked back into the house, 'My life would be a lie...."
Lies...make it better.
Lies... are forever Lies...to go home to.
Lies... to wake up to.
Lies...from the altar.
Lies...make you falter.
Lies...keep your mouth fed.
Lies...til your death bed...lies...
(Lies, by Billy Talent)
(there was the second chapter, alot of talking there, oh and the beggining was just sister bonding, yaay! anyway, Reviews please, i always enjoy them, good or bad! Thanks for all the reviews from the first chapter you guys, you rock!!!)