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Only The Good Die Young

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Last Party

"A party?" Peyton asked in disbelief as she looked at the two sisters, "Your parents are throwing a party? For what?"

Haley rolled her eyes. "Apparently it's in honor of me."

"Really," Brooke interjected, "It's a reason for them to have all their sorry ass excuses for friends over."

The three girls were in Brooke and Haley's room, watching TV, eating, and talking. The party that was being thrown was currently the highlight of their conversation.

The twins had been informed of the party in Haley's honor earlier on that day. Allison had been thrilled as she'd discussed everything with the siblings. Haley and Brooke were anything but thrilled. They'd expected that their parents would change. They'd come home, and be normal parents. But it seemed the elder Davis's still planned on being socialites.

Brooke had rolled her eyes, walking up towards her and Haley's room, but Haley had stayed, discussing plans with her mother, coldly.

Now, as the two told Peyton about it, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Damn, do your parents ever stop?"

"It's our parents we're talking about here." Brooke smiled fakely, returning her gaze to the television program.

"This party is going to suck so badly." Haley groaned.

Brooke nodded. "Yeah, for you."

"Thanks, Sis." Haley said sarcastically.

"No problem, Sis." Brooke retorted, equally sarcastic.

"I'm going to have to shake hands with everyone, and listen to their stupid business stories, and then hear their apologies and everything. I'm going to have to kill myself." Haley dropped her head into her hands, and Peyton rubbed her back affectionately.

"It's okay, Hales. Look at the bright side. You can make it a 'make sure to bring a present' party." Peyton grinned and the Davis sisters couldn't help but laugh.

Haley nodded. "Hell yes."

"And a 'make sure to bring a present for her equally hot sister' party, too." Brooke chimed in.

Nathan walked down the hallway, rubbing his eyes. He hadn't gone much sleep the night before, and was now extremely tired.

He felt small arms snake around his waist, and he turned in time to see Haley. Grinning despite himself, he leaned down, kissing her softly.

"So, what do you say about coming to this thing at my house Saturday?"

"Thing," Nathan repeated, "What kind of thing?"

"Just a- party. Thrown by my parents." Haley bit her lip nervously, and watched as his expression darkened.

"Are you serious? They're having a party? For what?"

"You sound like Peyton. It's in honor of me. I totally hate the idea, but I would really love it if you came." She looked hopefully, and Nathan couldn't help himself. He nodded, draping an arm around her shoulders.

"So, what should I wear?"

"Whatever you want. Except, it might be a good idea if it was, oh I don't know, a button up shirt, maybe a nice pair of slacks."

"Uh-huh. It's one of those parties." Nathan shook his head, but continued along nonetheless.

"Yeah. This is really going to suck. I mean, I'm not looking forward to it at all."

"Well hey, I'll be there."

"Yeah," Haley nodded determinedly, kissing her boyfriend once more, "You will be."

"So.."

Peyton and Brooke were sitting in the library. Brooke was miraculously doing homework, and Peyton was sketching. The pretty blonde had spoken suddenly, placing her pad and pen down onto the table.

"Yes, Peyton?" Brooke half grinned as she knew her friend so well.

"Have you and Lucas had anymore encounters since your last horrid one?"

"No. And I plan to keep it that way. He's so mad at me." Brooke shook her head, still trying to focus on the history book before her.

"Honestly, I probably would be too. I mean, you totally led him on, Brooke."

"I didn't mean to, though. It just sort of happened." Brooke shrugged, and Peyton laughed.

"I can't say I don't feel bad for the guy. Brooke, I don't understand why you just don't take him back. It has to be more then Haley."

Brooke bit her lip. "He's everything to me, Peyton. I mean, I love him so much. And it's too hard. After Haley, you know, it's just going to be over. My life. Everything. I can't be his girlfriend right now. I don't want him to be my boyfriend. To have to live through that. It's going to be too hard. I just want him to be my friend right now, and them maybe, at some other point, we could- I don't know, try again. Do you get what I'm saying?"

Peyton smiled softly, reaching forward and clasping her hand in Brooke's, who was now fighting off tears.

"I know exactly what you're saying."

"Brooklyn, darling." Allison chirped as she fixed her hair.

"Mother, I swear to God, if you call me that again, I'll rip your hair out." Brooke appeared behind her mother, straightening out her dress.

"Oh Honey, don't be so angry. It's a beautiful name."

"No, it's really not. I like Brooke. My name's Brooke. Not Brooklyn."

"When you're older, you'll appreciate the difference in your name compared to everyone else's."

"Mom-"

"I'm stopping, I'm stopping. Can you go make sure your sister's ready? The caterers made a special dish for her, and I want to see if she likes it."

"Whatever."

Brooke slowly walked up the steps towards where her and her sister shared a room, and smiled as she entered. Her sister was sitting on the bed, slumped over, obviously bored, watching the television.

"The monster wants you downstairs so you can try out this catered dish or something." Brooke shrugged as she entered, taking a seat besides her sister.

"Great. I really don't want to be here right now."

"Me either. I'd ditch, but you need me too much."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Nate coming?"

"Yep. And Lucas, too."

"What?" Brooke exclaimed, standing up.

Haley eyed her sister nervously. "I'm sorry. It's just that he was looking so sad, I had to do something."

"Haley! What am I going to do? He's going to rip my head off!"

"No, he's not. Besides, he's bringing a date."

Brooke sat down slowly, and was less then impressed when her voice came out in a whisper. "A date?"

"Yeah, some girl at school. You okay with that?"

Brooke pasted on a fake smile, standing up. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just glad he's finally moved on, you know? I mean- yeah."

Haley was unconvinced. "He hasn't moved on and you know it."

"Whatever. I don't care. He can do what he wants. I'm going to go call Peyton, to see where she is. She said she might come."

"Okay. Brooke, are you sure-"

"I'm fine."

Brooke stood and left the room, leaving Haley to herself. How had she possibly let that slip? Poor Brooke.

Sighing, Haley stood up. Time to face the monsters below.

Nathan pushed open the door to the large house, and stepped in. Lucas and his date, Hilary Holden followed afterwards.

The party was in full swing, if you could even call it that. There were definitely kids their age, but they all looked bored. Adults were strewn all over, and soft, jazz music played.

Nathan looked around for Haley, but sighed when he couldn't find her. Hilary and Lucas stood awkwardly, looking around as well.

Nathan turned towards the two, frowning. "I'm going to go find Haley."

Lucas nodded, and watched his brother walk away. He focused his attention on the pretty redhead beside him, and smiled awkwardly. She did the same, and the two ventured deeper onto the party.

Nathan avoided the two as he saw them walk by. He didn't really like Hilary. Partly because she wasn't Brooke. Lucas just didn't look right with girls who weren't Brooke. And this was ignoring the fact that the only reason he'd invited Hilary was to make Brooke jealous.

He walked off in the opposite direction, smiling when he saw Haley. She was with Brooke, and the two looked beyond bored. Brooke actually looked more depressed then anything.

"Hey." He approached them.

Brooke gave him a weak smile. "He here?"

"Unfortunately," Nathan brought her in for a hug, kissing her head, "Don't worry, Brookie, he's only doing it to make you jealous."

Brooke nodded and slipped away, leaving Nathan and Haley alone. He sat next to her, locking their fingers together.

"I feel terrible. Brooke's devastated."

Nathan sighed. "You know, I'd never though we'd get here. Honestly, I thought Senior Year would be perfect. It would be you and me, and Brooke and Lucas, and even Peyton and Jake. But everything's just so messed."

"You could say that. I thought I'd live to have kids, but apparently not."

"Aw, come on Hales. Don't think so negative."

"I think at this point," She said sadly, "It would be impossible to think positively."

Brooke entered the kitchen, sighing as she did, and picking at the various appetizers laying around. Peyton couldn't make it. She'd gone to dinner with her father, who was in town for a few weeks.

So of course, Brooke was alone.

When she thought about it. She'd brought it upon herself. She'd pushed Lucas away. She'd pushed Haley away. And now, now she was alone.

Brooke fought back tears as Lucas and his date entered the kitchen. She knew Hilary. Hilary was popular, but not Brooke popular. She wasn't smart, and she wasn't funny. She was like Theresa, almost, and that wasn't saying much.

Lucas hung his head as he saw her, and Hilary smiled towards her. "Hey Brooke."

Brooke nodded in response.

"So, no offence, but this party is kind of lame." Hilary dragged Lucas closer to Brooke, and placed her hand on her hip.

"I realized. It was thrown by my parents, Hilary. It's not like you were meant to come here so you and Lucas could have sex on the kitchen table."

Lucas scowled, looking up, and Hilary giggled.

"Brooke, what-"

"It doesn't even matter, Lucas." Brooke said sadly, standing up and walking away.

Hilary rolled her eyes. "What is her deal?"

Nathan held Haley's hand as the two walked up towards her bedroom.

"I'm sure we can ditch the party. I mean, I've said hello to everyone already."

"Cool," Nathan said once they were in the room, "So, what do you want to do?"

Haley closed the door behind her, her hand lingering on the knob for just a second, before she locked it.

Nathan took a seat on the bed, looking up at her. She was so gorgeous. Her hair was down, and wavy, and she was wearing a black, beaded dress, that went just below her knees, with a pair of black pumps.

"Something we haven't done in a while." She said softly, slipping off her shoes.

"Haley.." He began nervously, but she leaned down, silencing him with a kiss.

"I love you. And I want to show you how much I love you. Even if it's just this last time."

Nathan nodded wordlessly as she stood back to her full height, pulling off her dress, so that she was just in her black bra and underwear. She was thin. Her ribs showed, and her knees looked particularly bony, but to him, she was still beautiful.

She leaned down once more, this time, sitting down on top of him, so that she was straddled on her knees, one leg on either side of him. Nathan moved his hands so that they were on her back, by her bra.

Haley pulled off his jacket, and then helped him out of his shirt, unbuttoning it as quickly as she could, so that he was just in a wife beater. Taking control, Nathan unclasped her bra, and then flipped them over. Now, they were flat on the bed, and Nathan was on top of her.

He pulled off her bra, laying feathery kisses down her bare chest. Haley tugged at his pants, and he unzipped them, kicking them off. They kissed passionately, until his hands found the hem of her underwear, and he pulled them down, working magic with his fingers.

She tugged at his hair wildly, giving gasps of pleasure. Nathan pulled down his own boxers, and she rolled them over, returning the favor.

Once more, Nathan rotated them, so that once again, he was on top. He pulled his body into hers, and she moaned. She reached her climax, and he followed shortly.

The two lay in each other's arms afterwards. Nathan stroked Haley's hair, and her head rested on his chest.

"You really think that was the last time we'll ever..?" He spoke quietly, unsure of himself.

Haley nodded into his chest. "Yeah, I think so. I just- I can feel it."

"I love you so much." He whispered, his voice cracking.

"I love you too."

"I can't even imagine my world without you."

"Then don't."