I wanted to give a huge thanks to Mary for the beautiful banner (even though you can't see it on this site, but trust me, it's beautiful!) and to Michelle for being my Beta for this story!

I've wanted to write sort of a song fic, and after looking at some music that was on Grey's Anatomy I can across The Ditty Bops, which lead me to their song Wake-up, and thus, my new story. The story is 7 chapters long, each chapter to a verse. It's not based on the song like other fics or based on their songs, so bear with me please cause it's kind of more song inspired combined with a story I've wanted to write (Sorry, that really doesn't make too much sense). It's AU and everything should be explained throughout the story, but if you've got any questions just ask! Anyway, here's the first chapter. Hope you like it!

Wake-up

Chapter 1

Wake-up and smell the coffee

Rise and Shine

The early bird gets the worm

Strike while the iron's hot

And whistle while you work

Haley stared at herself in the full-length mirror in the corner of her bedroom. She was wearing a black strapless gown that clung tightly to her body until it reached her hips, where it flowed elegantly to the floor, with Australian Crystals sewn on along the bust line and scattered down the dress. Her mother picked it out; explaining it would show off her tanned and toned assets, which Haley just rolled her eyes at. Her mother had been making her run every morning, work-out four days a week with a personal trainer, as well as have a personal tennis coach twice a week since she could remember, and in the past couple of years Lydia added on tanning. Haley went along with it because if she didn't she received the "We can't have the daughter of Jimmy and Lydia James looking fat, ugly, and pasty" lecture, but really she was just happy her mother hadn't made her go to a plastic surgeon for asset upgrades.

A simple string of white pearls adorned her neck, which was shown off with the elegant up-do her hair was done in. After putting in her matching pearl earring she let out a puff of air, causing the few strand of hair that framed her face to blow up. She was sick of having to play the part of perfection.

Jimmy James was the Vice President of Detour, one of the countries leading creators of new technology, which included weapons technology and supply. Not only is he one of the most well known and sought after man in Tree Hill and America for his knowledge and money, but the world as well. He loved to flaunt this little fact by throwing his kiss-my-ass parties. If there were ever a contest of who could throw the most lavish kiss-my-ass parties, Jimmy and Lydia James would be at the top. However, one man would beat them. Mr. Dan Scott, or as some refer to him, Satan, would have to take the cake when it came to kiss-my-ass parties. He was the President of Detour, which, unfortunately for Haley, meant that he worked closely with her father.

Haley took one finally look in the mirror before pivoting around and heading out of her bedroom. She walked down the hall until she got to the spiral staircase and looked out over the banister at the guests below. The main floor was a sea of black and white dresses and tuxes—the latest idea of Jimmy James. Not only does he throw kiss-my-ass parties, but themed kiss-my-ass-parties. So far this year there was the Masquerade Ball, an In the Magical Forest Party, an Arabian Nights party, A New York, New York Party, and now the Black and White affair. While she hated the fact that her father threw his little parties all the time she was just thankful that now they were at least creative, he had even hired a party coordinator.

Haley scanned the crowd and found Brooke standing next to the bar that was in the grand salon, dressed in elegant black dress and sipping a cocktail. Haley gracefully descended down the stairs and walked over to Brooke. After greeting each other and complimenting each other on their dresses, Haley turned toward the bartender and ordered her own drink.

"So Hales, have you decided where you are going to go for college yet? You should come to Duke with me. Last year was so much fun, you would love it. Ooh, we could get an apartment together and it would be so much fun. There's this one apartment complex like ten minutes from the campus and some of the hottest guys live there. I went to parties people threw there last year, and let me just tell you, yum!"

"I don't what I'm going to do yet Brookie. I got accepted to a couple places, and I figured over the summer I would sit down and figure out where I want to go and what I want to do."

"Well enough of this school talk. We are two sexy, single, women and our summer is just starting, so let's talk about the party that is happening at my beach house this Friday night. So I already got that DJ that worked my last party, do you remember how hot he was? The alcohol has been ordered and will arrive Friday morning, and Jason, the great brother that he is, said that he would go over there Thursday or Friday and move all the furniture out of the family room and living room, giving us, the best party to kick-off summer."

Before Haley could even respond to Brooke her dad came up and interrupted their conversation. "Haley, I'd like you to meet a few people that I work with."

"Daddy, I already know almost everyone that you work with. Can I please stay and enjoy the party with my friends."

"Humor me Haley. This will only take a couple of minutes. You can talk to Brooke later." Jimmy began walking off and, after a quick eye roll to Brooke, Haley followed after him towards a group of older men. "Smith, Johnson, Miller, this is my daughter Haley I was telling you about. Haley this is Mr. Smith, Mr. Johnson, Mr. Miller, and you already know Mr. Scott."

"Hi. It's a pleasure to meet all of you."

"She's lovely James. Everything you said she was." Mr. Smith, the man on the left in the black tuxedo told Jimmy before turning is attention toward Haley. "So, your father told us that you were the valedictorian, do you have any future plans of working at Detour?"

"Detour is known to be an impressive company, and if that is what is in the future for me, then I would be honored to be working at a company as great as that. But right now, I haven't fully decided on that quiet yet."

"Well I'm sure you would be an asset to Detour if that is what you would decide on, and I personally hope you do. Keeping a business as large and important as Detour in the family is vital because you never would want it to fall into the wrong hands. Speaking of, Mr. Scott, is it still the plan to have Nathan begin taking over the company soon."

"Well, I plan on staying President of Detour for quite a bit longer, but Nathan is suppose to begin working with me soon so that when he does take over the company the transition will be seamless." Haley tried to pay attention to the business talk that was going on in front of her, but over ten minutes later she decided it was time to escape.

"Well, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I think I just saw a few friends of mine arrive and I would like to go and greet them. It was a pleasure meeting all of you and a pleasure seeing you again Mr. Scott." Haley leaned in and kissed her father's cheek before walking towards the terrace where she saw Brooke.

"I swear, you'd think this whole smiling thing would get easier with every freaking' party my dad throws, but every night my cheeks feel like they've been pinched by my Aunt Gertrude like a million times." Haley stretched her mouth open trying to relieve the pain from the huge, fake smile she wore in front of her father's associates. "So find anything interesting around here?"

"Nope. Is your dad like incapable of inviting anyone else younger than like thirty to these parties? I swear most of these people are old enough to be my dad, or even my grandfather. Oh wait! I spoke too soon. Here comes the Spawn of Satan and his broody but hot cousin."

"Nice to see you too Brooke. Shouldn't you be corrupting little boys or something?"

"Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, don't you know, I don't corrupt little boys…I corrupt men. Speaking of, how are you doing this fine evening Lucas?"

"I'm fine Brooke. How are you?"

"Oh, you sure are fine, and so am I. So why don't you say the two of us go grab a drink." Brooke grabs Lucas's arm and they walked together towards the bar leaving Nathan and Haley alone on the terrace. Haley looked towards Nathan before she began to walk off in the other direction.

"What? I'm not good enough to talk to?"

"No sorry, I tend to try and stay away from evil spawns of Satan."

"That's a low blow Hales. I mean you're not quite the little Miss Perfect your image says you are."

"Don't call me Hales."

"Okay then, Haley."

"Don't call me that either."

"Then what the hell am I suppose to call you?"

"Don't call me anything at all. That sure would solve my problem." Haley turned back around and began walking away again. She grabbed a glass of champagne off of a waiter's tray before walking towards the gate that leads to the garden. After walking along the familiar path she came along the little pocket of the garden surrounded by tall hedges. There was a fountain in the middle that had a bench on one side of it. Bordering the fountain and bench were white rose bushes, which spread out to the hedges, which were covered by red climbing roses.

Haley sat her glass down on the side of the fountain before she laid down on her back on the bench. She stared up at the sky, reveling in its vastness when she heard someone come walking up.

"I figured I would find you here."

"Hey. Where's Lucas?"

"I left him in there by the bar. I didn't want to scare him off too fast so I figured I would come and find you. I think the parties about done anyways. The people your dad invites to his parties are like half asleep before midnight. Total party-poopers."

"Yeah. Come on; let's go back inside. Hopefully everyone else is gone because I need to get some sleep since my mom scheduled a 6am tennis lesson for me tomorrow morning. Aren't I lucky?"

"Hey, at least your parents act like you exist."

"Yeah, sometimes I wish they didn't. I mean, you would think that by now my mom would have some clue that I don't even like tennis. But apparently it never got through her thick skull the first million times I told her. I don't know where I'm going for college, but as long as it is away, that's all I care about."

"Sorry. How about some retail therapy then tomorrow afternoon? We have to get some hot do-me clothes for my party Friday."

"Brookie, all of your clothes are do-me clothes."

"I know, but you can never have enough." Haley just laughed at Brooke before she climbed up the stairs to her room while Brooke walked across the street to her parent's house.