I made everyone sad, so I'll give you girls another update today. Hopefully this will make you hate me a little less. This chapter is dedicated to Lizzie, who wrote the longest review I've ever seen, and then wrote another one, just to tell me how much she loved the story. I love you, Lizzie!

Only The Good Die Young

Chapter Ten: Where Do You Go

Peyton paged through a file of her favorite quotes, pulling one out and pinning it to her wall.

Smiling softly, she went back to looking through her quotes.

A door suddenly slammed, and Peyton looked up, knowing it was Brooke. Heels clicked against the ground, hurrying towards Peyton's room. Peyton couldn't help herself, and she smiled.

Brooke's face appeared at the doorway, and the smile fell from Peyton's face. Brooke had tears in her eyes, and a few dried ones on her cheeks. Mascara ran heavily down her pretty face, and puffiness was no exception.

"Brooke, what's wrong?" Peyton raised an eyebrow, hoping it was something stupid, like her and Lucas had gotten into a fight.

Without warning, Brooke threw herself into Peyton's arms, enjoying the comfort of her friend's warmness. Tears spilled from her eyes, and she began sobbing loudly.

Worried, Peyton stood, pulling Brooke towards her bed. The brunette laid down, and Peyton sat before her, playing with her hair.

"What's up, Brooke?"

Brooke could barely speak, as sobs ripped through her body. "Peyton. Peyton. Oh no. I don't know what to do."

"Brooke, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's up." Peyton spoke calmly, knowing Brooke didn't like to be pushed.

"It's Haley. Oh God, it's Haley." Brooke wiped her eyes, and grabbed Peyton's hands, holding them tightly.

"What's wrong with Haley, Brooke?" Had there been an accident? Had Haley's fate been sealed as her own mother's had? Peyton looked down worriedly at Brooke, awaiting an answer.

"I took her to the d-doctor yesterday. She said th-that Haley c-cancer had returned. It's r-really advanced." Brooke sobbed.

"Oh no, Brookie." Peyton leaned down, hugging Brooke tightly.

The two girls sat there, hugging each other closely, until finally Peyton laid her head down besides Brooke, and the two simply lay together.

"Is she going to be okay?"

Brooke shook her head. "The chemotherapy will have to be really drastic, and that's not even showing it'll work."

"God, this is just- horrible." Tears fell from Peyton's green eyes. Her and Haley had never been extremely close. Not like her and Brooke. But they'd always been good friends. They'd shared secrets, and they'd had sleepovers. Imagining Haley gone was like, imagining Brooke gone, in a way.

After a few minutes of silence, Brooke spoke. "I'm scared, Peyton."

"I know." There wasn't much else Peyton could say. She didn't know if Haley would be okay, and it wouldn't be fair to Brooke for her to lie.

Brooke squeezed Peyton's hand, before closing her eyes, allowing herself to drift off to sleep. Peyton followed shortly, tears still falling from her eyes.

Nathan looked up at the large house once, and then knocked on the door loudly, hoping someone would be able hear him.

He heard footsteps, and then a lock shifting. The door was pulled open, and he saw Haley. Tears stained her face, and she looked horrible. Dark circles lined her eyes, still damp.

"Hales." He spoke quietly, taking her hands in his.

She didn't understand why he didn't flinch at the state of her face. She didn't understand why he didn't care. "Nathan, what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. I told Brooke I was coming yesterday, and she said it would be okay." He shrugged, and Haley smiled softly, opening the door wider.

"It's okay. We need to talk anyway."

Nathan bit the side of his cheek. They needed to talk? Was she going to break up with him?

Wordlessly, she led him to her bedroom, where the two sat down, awkwardly, on her bed.

Haley smiled towards Nathan, and grabbed his hand. He gulped.

"Nathan, I have to tell you something. I- I went to the doctor with Brooke yesterday, and she told me that, that- that my cancer has returned, and is pretty advanced." A few tears rolled down her cheeks, but she wasn't half the mess she'd been before.

Nathan eyes began to water, and he wiped at them furiously. "No, no, no. Haley this isn't funny."

"I'm not joking, Nate," Haley's voice raised a few octaves, as she tried not to cry, "I wish I was, but I'm not."

"But, but Brooke said you had the flu."

"She was trying to convince herself that I was okay." Haley shrugged.

"Where is she now?"

"She went to see Peyton, to tell her. I told her she needed to tell Peyton, because I just wanted to be alone. I've been sleeping a lot, but I feel better now, surprisingly. Less tired. I'm just more- worn out."

She was calm. She seemed okay. Like she had accepted the fact she probably wouldn't even reach her eighteenth birthday.

"What's going to happen?"

"I probably won't make it, with or without the chemotherapy." Haley told him honestly, as much as it hurt her to say.

"How come you didn't feel sick before?" A few tears escaped his blue eyes, and he didn't care to wipe them away.

"I don't know. Life's just like that. I guess it was my destiny to get sick." Haley shrugged, and Nathan nodded, remembering his words to Lucas two days before,

"I don't want anything to happen to you, Hales." His voice was basically a hoarse whisper, as he tried to be strong for her.

She shrugged. "Life's just life, you know? I've been blessed with everything I've had so far. I can just hope my life stays that way."

It was heard to bring her guard down. It would be a while before Haley would allow anyone to see past her strong side.

"I love you." Nathan whispered, catching her lips in his own.

"I love you too." She whispered softly, and their lips met once more.

They laid back onto Haley's bed, with Haley in Nathan's arms. He stroked her hair, and she rested peacefully, in the arms of her lover.