NOTE FROM AUTHOR/
Okay I just got back from my camp. This Summer has defiantly been a hectic one. Thank you all for reviewing. I was considering not finishing this one then I came back and I got new reviews and nominated for some type of award. I could have died from happiness.
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And I'd like to thank Bridget, aka Beautifuldiaster45 for nominating me for a Sexy Vixens award. I wanted to thank you but I don't know anything about Sexy Vixens so hopefully you are reading this now. Thank you! Now on with the story! Hopefully its long enough to satisfy you all.
(Ps. I don't own the Tyler Hilton song)
Chapter 18
Aren't you Glad?
"My word!" Haley laughed, her arms racked with bags from various stores. "I never thought I could use my credit card all in one day!"
Reagan smiled to herself, walking slowly behind Haley incase anything fell. Her arms were lined with Haley's bags. "Oh please, I'm sure you have millions more! I doubt YOU could buy yourself into debt. You mean to tell me this is the only shopping spree you have been on since you became famous?"
"Actually yes it is." She turned around to face Reagan. "You look like you saw a ghost…" Haley couldn't read the expression Reagan was giving her. It looked like a mix of utter amazement and disbelief.
"You are…..the strangest famous person I have ever met." Reagan tilted her head and added as an after thought. "Well actually you are the only famous person I have ever met, but I'm sure you are the oddest of them all."
Haley didn't feel like going into the 'Why does everyone assume who I am because I am famous' spiel. She decided to leave things as they were. She knew Reagan would have spent the day with her had she not been famous, which left Haley feeling a bit queasy. Would she have spent the day with Reagan had Reagan not struck her as familiar? Haley hated being left in the dark, so was she just hanging out with Reagan to get answers to a question that didn't even involve her?
She watched Reagan observe the skirt in a window and it occurred to her. This young teenager gave her insight without even knowing it. She said things that pertained to Haley's life and yet she was referring to her own. She was a younger Haley, but more then that, she was someone. Maybe the reason she was having this premonition of sorts is because this girl had something to teach her, who was she kidding? She probably was sent to the girl to teach her! And it didn't matter anyways, she had fun with her. Reagan had a way of making her laugh at things she didn't even take the time to understand. Not to mention Reagan apparently knew her way around the designers. Who was she to question how things were working. In fact she might help her just a-
Haley looked down at the bags and came to the conclusion that never, with all these bags, would she be able to glance at her watch. "Reagan, what time is it?"
"5:42. Why?"
Reagan watched as Haley tried hit herself in the head, but failed with the weight of the bags holding her arm down. She tried to keep up as Haley suddenly started walking faster.
"How would you feel if we stopped went to a café?"
Reagan raised an eyebrow and tried to study Haley's face. "Umm sure, okay. Is there a reason?"
Haley hailed a cab and put her bags in it. She slid in the car and motioned for Reagan to do the same. With a befuddled expression she followed Haley's lead.
"It's just- Chris is doing a local performance, to test out a new song and see the reaction. I promised him I'd be there."
Reagan's eyes lit up and a small smile formed on her lips. "Like a Date?"
Haley turned to her and saw this sly formation and sighed. She in turn smiled and shook her head. "No not like a date, like a….day to be there for a friend."
"Friend eh?" Reagan bit her lip knowingly. "I didn't know Chris Keller had any friends. I always thought he was a Wham Slam, thank you Ma'm kind of guy."
Haley thought back to when she first met Chris, the look her gave her, as if he saw right through her with those piercing eyes and pushed it out of her head. "Aww," She said waving a hand in the air as if to dismiss the thought. "He's a sweetie. Just a horny sweetie. And while I may be one of his only friends, I have in fact broken the theory that no one can be friends with Chris Keller without shagging him."
Reagan burst out laughing. "No shagging eh? How sad…"
They got in the back of the café at the exact moment Chris got on stage. The café was small and looked like it was made out of oak. At the front it seemed to have large windows as a wall that let the sunshine in. But somehow, despite the rays coursing through the window, the room seemed orange due to the strange lights above them. The tables and everything was made of oak and had white tablecloths. At the tables were people on the edge of their seats for this performance. The 'stage' was more of a platform with a stool. There were no flashy lights, no tacky curtains, no music stage, just a stool and a man with a guitar. And without a introduction or a hello to everyone he just plunged into the song.
I have been thinking, which I shouldn't do
Cause it gets me in trouble and farther from you
I don't want a sentimental
Short and sweet and confidential Goodbye
My thoughts belong in a book in a store
Where they're silently read, but spoken no more
I didn't give my all and to be honest with you
I didn't even try
Well I want you back so bad
I'm gonna change the way I'm acting
Reagan blinked. World around her seemed to stop and focus on the one guy up front. Slowly she was coming to the terms that she was slowly being introduced to a worl so unlike her own. A world where everyone has talents, everyone wants to make it, and some do. With Chris, his words just told a story, gave you shivers, yet took you to a world beyond. A song on the radio, and watching someone perform on a set up stage were all so different then watching a person spill their heart out in front of you through a tune.
I'm gonna change and I'm so glad
I'm gonna write you a letter
So much for the better
And if it goes my way
I'll have you running back to me
I'm a natural born forgetter
So much for the better
I can be romantic
I just got to try to be
Haley watched Reagan's eyes light up. Everyone remembers the first time they see this side of Chris. It's like doorways are opened. The first time she saw Chris perform, blew her away. To watch Reagan experience the words he was singing at a time away from crowds was like reliving her first time. She drew her eyes away from Reagan and watched Chris wow the crowds once again.
I have been thinking, again this is bad
It seems that my thinking can drive you quite mad
But you can't say there's another word, though
To call this feeling in my heart
I admit I take advice from more romantic minds
But I can proudly reassure you this idea was all mine
From on stage Chris looked out and saw Haley. He saw, what he assumed was a random kid from the street, but regardless he loved knowing she came, just to see him. A friendship after everything that happened was unlikely but after all these years of working beside her, that's what he had. He loved every little thing about her, the way she stood by him, the way her eyes lit up, the way she could become the biggest thing and still act like she was in Tree Hill. Did he love her? Who knew. Even if he did, he couldn't scare her away. Not after everything that happened. That was the last thing she needed. If he did, it didn't matter, he had her as a friend, and he could remain friends for her. He could do anything for her.
I'm gonna write you a letter
So much for the better
And if it goes my way
I'll have you running back to me
I'm a natural born forgetter
So much for the better
I can be romantic
I just got to try to be
Reagan tore her eyes away when she noticed Chris' eyes wander over to Haley more then a few times. Haley seemed unaware, she looked up at him, as if mesmerized by the music. Reagan's head was running a mile a minute as a plan formulated.
I admit I take advice from more romantic minds
But I can proudly reassure you this idea was all mine
I'm gonna write you a letter
So much for the better
And if it goes my way
I'll have you running back to me
I'm a natural born forgetter
So much for the better
I can be romantic
I just got to try to be
I can be romantic, I just got to try to be
I can be romantic, I just got to try to be
He got off stage, nodding politely to the applause and walked over to Haley. Some introductions were made, the new clothes were noticed, and some playful banter bubbled between the two, confirming Reagan that her first prediction was right. Haley went on their conversation, not knowing that at that exact moment her ex husband was lost in a world his own.