Thank you very much for the review amateurauthor!

...Let's see, sorry if I mess up any show facts, I don't know every little in and out One Tree Hill, I'm bad with details!

"Cold in the sun, my feet underground, a pale windless city, a numbness for sound."

Haley tried to quickly convince herself that being emotional wasn't going to solve anything. She even tried to tell herself that she had moved on from Tree Hill, however, without Tree Hill she could only count her total amount of friends on one hand.

She quickly picked up her cell to call her mother, the one person who had loved her unconditionally since the day she was born. She'd offered Haley support when she made the decision to get married, but didn't treat her like a child who had been warned when her marriage was on the rocks. When Haley told her she was pregnant, her mother thankfully didn't judge her, nor abandon her. She promised Haley that she and Jimmy (Haley's father) would make a detour to New York for however long was necessary when the baby was born. They would stay with Haley's Aunt Cecilia, a wild-child who had never married, but fell in love with the art and culture of New York City. Haley had visited her several times over the past several months.

Haley talked with her mom for almost an hour. Her parents were driving through Kansas, so they of course her mom had time to talk.

Lydia was proud of all of her daughters, even if she could never seem to keep a leash on all of them. Her eldest, Anna, graduated from the Medical School at Boston University the previous year. She made the spur of the moment decision to join "Medecins Sans Frontieres" (doctors without borders) as she liked to call it in her best French accent. While Lydia worried about Anna's health, as she spent such a great deal of time in extremely disease-stricken countries, she knew her daughter had followed her dream to truly help people.

Dana, the second oldest, had a case of pneumonia when she was just a baby, and lost a considerable amount her hearing due to a spiking fever. While Dana was babied by her mother, she refused to let the rest of the world treat her like that. She graduated at the top of her class at both Tree Hill High School and Emery College. She was a true southern girl who desired a true southern family. She fell in love during college, and even started her family before she graduated. Haley always looked up to her older sister's perfect family, but also respected the effort Dana put into her marriage and now career as a journalist for a newspaper in Charlotte, North Carolina.

Lydia's third child, Taylor, was like a clone of Lydia's sister Cecilia. Even though Taylor did not share Cecilia's same passion for art, she did share her same passion for life. Taylor opted out of the college path halfway through her sophomore year at a local community college. Education was never her strongpoint, she instead decided to pursue her two passions: drinking large amounts of alcohol and boys. Lydia avoided the hands-off method of parenting with Taylor, but she always found that no matter how far Taylor managed to go beyond the boundaries, she always managed to find her way back unscathed. While Dana, Anna, and Haley despised their sister's immaturity, Lydia knew that Taylor would someday find her place, just the way Cecilia had.

Then came Haley. Jimmy and Lydia always joked that Haley was to be their last attempt at perfection, even though they new all their girls were perfect. In between when Taylor was born and when Haley was born, Lydia had two miscarriages. When Haley was born three days before Christmas, Lydia named her Haley, meaning "hero," because she knew the little girl would always be able to raise her spirits.

Haley had a little bit of everyone in her. She had her father's intelligence, her mother's timid nature, and her Aunt Cecilia's wild streak in her. While Haley was far from a tomboy, she was the closest of all of her sisters. She was afraid to play in the dirt, but she never had a knack for kicking a soccer ball. Lydia taught Haley, just as she did the rest of her girls, the art of cooking, which Haley found she excelled at. Lydia never babied Haley the way she did Dana, but mostly looked at her as an extremely close friend. While the parenting magazines may have always said "you're not your child's friend, but their parent," Haley's friendship with her mother gave her someone to look up to. Haley would tell her mom when she was little how she wanted to grow up and fall in love just like her mother. She wanted a big family, hopefully not all boys.

Lydia always taught her daughters to be strong, a necessity when raising all daughters. She refused to allow her daughters to be run by men, and suggested that Haley not wallow in her own sorrow. She had a promising career, and many people who loved her. Haley whined to her mother for a few more minutes until either her mother had gotten sick of it, she and her dad were stopping for the night. Haley thanked her mom and told her how she couldn't wait to see her. Her mom told her she loved her over and over again, and told her to be careful.

Haley hung up and looked at her clock, 11:35. She could hear the faint sound of a guitar, and decided to join the pity party next door. She listened at the door before she opened it, she heard Chris sigh and set down his guitar again. She opened the door a little, "Hey," she whispered. Chris just looked up at her from the sheet of paper. "I'm sorry, I should have believed you," she admitted.

"Why don't you just go mope about your horrible life." He still didn't look up from what he was writing.

"Actually, I think I'm done moping," she waited for him to look up, but still no luck. "Maybe you should stop moping too."

"And ruin the creative run I'm on, hell no." He looked back down at the piece of paper. An awkward silence fell over the room. "You're up tomorrow for the first day of recording, I hope you're ready. I'm going to start going over a few things with Andrew down at the other studio."

"Yeah, I guess I'm ready, kind of nervous, but ready. Then again, I've never really recorded without…" she paused. "I've never really recorded without you I guess."

"I'll meet you there during the day sometime," he replied.

"Promise?"

He looked up at her and started laughing, "I promise."