Love ya much Marit! (you may be seeing2 chapters a day and none other days because of the time change, but I've been putting one up a day...I'll try to keep that up.)

Ok, again...getting Haley to New York is hard to do in an original fashion, so this isn't very original.

Also, if anyone else is reading, if you'd leave a note, that'd be great...nothing long, just to say you're reading, or something.

I don't plan on stopping or anything...just wondering!

"Hope it seems is taking me back, taking me back to where I lost you from. You told me I was holding you down, holding you down, the only one holding on now"

Haley stared at the bedroom wall. She started dialing Luke's number a few times, but stopped every time. Finally gaining the courage to tell him, she started dialing…

"Luke?"

"Haley?" He always seemed to know it was her, then again she was the only one to really call him Luke.

"I have to tell you something," she swallowed hard, wondering if she should just skip the stupid idea all together.

"Yep?" he asked, he must have been doing something else, because he definitely wasn't catching her serious tone.

"I'm gonna leave for a little while…" she trailed off.

"Huh?"

"I have a music opportunity in New York, you know what that means to me." She ran her hand through her hair, visibly nervous.

"What? Haley? Where are you going?" he asked, obviously starting to focus in on the conversation.

"I have a meeting with Maverick this week…in New York...with Chris" she added him in at the end, she knew someone had to know. She was almost hoping Luke would tell her it was all a stupid idea.

"Haley," he paused. "It's just about the music, right?" he asked, somewhat timidly.

"Luke, it's my one shot. You know I love Nathan….you know me better than that," she replied, kind of hurt. Especially since Luke had no idea what happened at the studio that day.

"Sorry Haley. I just don't want you to do anything stupid."

"I won't," she replied. She was still trying to convince herself that, but she knew if she could get other people to believe it, she would believe it herself eventually. "I'll call you when I'm there."

"You better," Luke replied laughing a little.

They said their goodbye's and hung up. Haley looked around the room, she couldn't decide whether her conversation with Luke had made her feel better about the decision, or worse. She stared at the bag she had packed before she had called Luke. She didn't want to take too much, because she didn't want to worry Nathan that she was leaving for too long because the truth was she wasn't, right?

"We should probably get back." Julianna and Chris were a few blocks from the apartment. They had already been to the bank and a few stores as Chris had nowhere near enough clothes with him if he planned on staying.

"Yeah, I guess, but I really don't think she's gonna come," he replied. He kind of wanted to start the apartment search, but he knew if Haley did call, they'd be out.

"You never know. We can always start the apartment search tomorrow, too."

"Alright," he smiled and held her hand as they walked back to the apartment.

It was really foggy out for some reason when she took a taxi to the bus station. Nathan was still passed out when she left, she figured he must have really gotten trashed after she had left Tric. Once she got to the station, she stood outside for a few minutes before buying her ticket. She had taken the money her parents had left her before they were off on their road trip. They had given it to her telling her to use it to follow her dreams somehow, she had saved it and figured it was now or never.

Getting on the bus was rough, but she continued to tell herself she'd be back soon enough. She pulled out her cell and dialed the number she had scribbled on a napkin.

"Hello?" That was weird, a girl picked up the phone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must of the wrong number," Haley stammered.

"Oh no, wait, you may not…are you looking for Chris?" the voice replied quickly.

"Yeah, I am actually." She was feeling kind of confused, where is Chris anyway?

"Hold on just a sec Haley." Haley was kind of confused as to how the girl knew her name. She was getting a little nervous as the bus had already left the station, there was no turning back.

"Hey Haley, sorry I didn't pick up." Chris had finally picked up the phone.

"Hey, who was that?" Haley asked, she couldn't figure out why she was getting so defensive.

"Oh, that was Julianna," he replied. "You'll meet her when you get here…I mean…if you're still coming…"

"Actually, I'm about ten minutes there already," she replied. Why was Chris acting so nice to her anyway?

"Really? I'll meet you when you get here at like 10 then?"

"Wow, you're kidding…it takes 9 hours to get there?" She had sort of forgotten to check how long it would take to get there.

"Yeah, I thought you 'Miss Responsible' would check the time!" he said mockingly, but still not to the same degree as when they were both back in Tree Hill.

"Ha, thanks a lot! I think I'm gonna go, I'm probably bugging everyone around me talking so loud." The truth really was she wasn't bothering anyone. They were all on cell phones too, and the real reason she wanted to go was so that she could call Nathan. She was turning into someone other than herself with all these lies.

As soon as she hung up with Chris she dialed the number at the apartment. It rang and the machine picked up. She was getting kind of worried about Nathan. She left a message on the machine for him to call her as soon as he woke up, or got home, or wherever he was. She pulled her I-pod out of her bag, and placed the headphones on her ears, she turned the volume up as high as it would go. She flipped it over, looking at the engraving on the stainless steel back.

To our dearest daughter,

We never thought you'd grow up so fast, but we are proud of your every accomplishment. We hope your marriage brings you as much happiness as ours has.

Remember, we'll always love you!

She started to feel a little cynical. Who gets an I-pod as a wedding present? She was starting to feel young and petty, she had never thought of the gift like that before. She just always thought her parents would give her a sentimental gift on her wedding day…but then again, an I-pod may have been a sentimental gift for a 17 year old.

Either way, she was a half hour from Tree Hill, and eight and a half hours from New York,two different worlds.