In this fanfic, Deb and Karen have been friends ever since Dan and Deb moved to Tree Hill. So, they are very close, and pretty much best friends.

Nathan Scott opened the refrigerator in his kitchen and pulled out a Diet Coke, turning around as he rolled his eyes.

His girlfriend of a year and a half, was sitting on the granite counter of his island, her very short skirt riding even farther up her legs as she dangled her feet over the counter.

"I don't understand why you drink this shit, you're skinny as hell," Nathan said as he handed her the silver can.

Peyton sighed, "Well, yeah, but if I drank regular soda, then I'd be fat as hell."

Nathan shook his head, "Then, don't drink soda."

Peyton rolled her eyes as she opened the can and brought it to her lips, taking a long sip before setting it on the counter. Nathan reached farther in to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

Peyton smiled as she stretched her legs towards his body, which was only two feet away from the island, and wrapped them around his waist, trying to pull his body closer to his. Nathan started laughing, as he turned around and leaned against the fridge.

"You think you could get me over there?" Nathan asked, obviously amused.

Peyton shrugged with a smile on her face, and watched as he walked towards her, placing each of his arms on the sides of her body, as his hands rested on the counter. Peyton smiled as she ran a hand through her bouncing blonde curls.

"You're over here," Peyton said as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer to her before kissing him softly.

Nathan smiled as he removed his right hand from the counter and placed it on her waist. He then took his left hand and began rubbing her bare thigh, causing her inhale loudly.

"Nathan!"

Nathan groaned loudly as he pulled his face away from Peyton's yet left his hands in the same positions.

"What?" he yelled, in an agitated tone.

"Where are you?" Deb Scott asked as she walked down the stairs.

"In the kitchen," Nathan said, even more annoyance evident in his voice.

Peyton pushed him off of her and slid off the counter, causing him to give her a look.

"You're mom's coming down," Peyton whispered, before grabbing her soda and taking a couple more sips.

"Whatever," Nathan murmured as his mom walked in to the room.

"Hey Peyton," Mrs. Scott said as she saw her son's girlfriend standing next to him in front of the refrigerator.

"Hi Mrs. Scott," Peyton responded politely, causing Nathan to roll his eyes as he walked towards the pantry.

"Nate, you're dad and I are leaving for Charleston for the weekend, you know that, right?" Deb asked, motioning towards the suitcases near the front door.

Nathan couldn't help smiling, it was a three-day weekend, his parents were out, and he could spend all 72 hours in his bed. With Peyton.

"Yeah," Nathan said quickly.

"Well, something's come up," Deb stated as she looked at her son's back.

"Okay…" Nathan said, obviously not interested.

"You know my friend Karen? Well, she's going to be taking this cooking class for awhile, and we're going to have to take care of Lucas," Deb stated, avoiding his face.

Peyton's eyebrows raised, as she looked at Nathan, who had been silent for a couple minutes.

"What?" Nathan asked, obviously angry.

Deb sighed, "You just have to see him after school. It's not a big deal."

Nathan sighed, "And, at a basketball practice. In school. In third period for Christ's sake! Mom, what the hell is this?"

Deb loudly, "Nathan, watch it. Karen is my best friend, and I owe her this favor. So, stop being a brat and think about other people for once."

Nathan rolled his eyes, "Whatever. So, what is this like a 3-8 deal or something? Dinner, too?"

Deb played with her sleeve, "More like. 7."

Nathan rolled his eyes, "Even better, Mom."

Deb cleared her throat, "7 weeks, Nathan. He'll be staying with us for 7 weeks."

Nathan dropped the bag of chips he was holding and stared at his mother. Peyton walked towards him and picked the bag up off the floor, placing it on the table.

"Deb!"

Deb looked towards the door and saw her husband of sixteen years smiling at her.

"You ready to go?" Dan asked.

Deb nodded, "Yeah."

Deb smiled at Nathan sympathetically, "Nate, we can talk about this when I get back?"

Nathan rolled his eyes, "I'll be over it by then."

Deb sighed, "…Nate…"

Peyton grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently, knowing very well how angry and upset he was.

Dan walked in to the kitchen and looked at Nathan, "Hey, son. Just cause I'm out doesn't mean you can slack. Run in the mornings, alright?"

Nathan nodded, "Yeah, Dad."

Dan smiled at his son and looked at Peyton, "Don't keep him up too late, Miss. Sawyer."

Peyton gave him an awkward yet polite smile, "I won't."

Dan walked towards the door, and Deb looked at Nathan.

"He'll be over later, Nate. Be nice, please."

Nathan leaned against the island and stared at the cupboard, and without saying a word to his mother, he walked up the stairs. Deb looked down sadly.

Peyton smiled at her as she placed a hand on her shoulder, "He'll be okay, Mrs. Scott. I'll go talk to him."

Deb smiled at Peyton, "Thanks, Peyton. I have to go. So, tell Nathan I'll call him later."

Peyton nodded as she saw her walk out the house and walked towards the stairs. She took a deep breath before climbing them, knowing that Nathan was going to be in an incredibly horrible mood.