Sorry guys… no Farley in this chapter;-( It's very sad I know. There is James and Kyle, and their very bad grammar… lol…:-) This is ü ber funny. A bit of seriousness. And some pure Naley at their best and worst.
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Chapter 12- Happy New Year
James and Kyle were arguing. They didn't want to go to bed. Nick and Nate got to stay up, why couldn't they?
"James, Kyle, I swear, if you don't go to bed now, those lovely Christmas presents Santa brought will be sent back to Santa's workshop."
"NO! You can't do that," James yelled, stomping his foot.
"Yeah," Kyle said, "They're ours, from Santa. He thought we was good, gooderer than you."
"Yeah, Santa didn't get you nothing mommy."
"Poor mommy, mad at us cause she was bad and Santa didn't get her nothing."
"JAMES, KYLE, BED, NOW!" Haley yelled.
"No," James said.
"Nick and Nate get to stay up. We wants to too. We wants to see the ball drop. We wants to see Krista Shapitch. She's gonna be on."
"Mommy… don't you love us," James asked. Krista Shapitch was a girl on one of their favorite T.V. shows on the Disney channel.
Just then Nate had to open his big mouth and make everything worse, "Hey mom, remember the year we went to it, live, in New York, at Times Square. I was four. It was so much fun," Nate said, talking about before Nathan and Haley had gotten back together, and Haley was a famous singer in New York. "I think I have a picture of us," Nate said, and ran upstairs to get it, and showed his brothers.
"Mommy! How comes we didn't go when we was four, and he's four and got to stay up to see it," Kyle whined.
"Yeah, does you loves Nate moreerer than uses?" asked James, handing the picture back to Kyle.
"James, Kyle, you're tired, you need to go to bed."
"She does love him more," Kyle whined even more.
"Yeah, just look at the picture," James said, snatching it back from Kyle. It was an old picture of Haley, holding Nate, in the middle of Times Square, people all around and the ball was in the background, starting to fall. Haley had just finished her song.
Kyle took the picture back, "Where's daddy?" he asked, looking closely at it.
"Doofus, he's there, why wouldn't he be, you're just blind," James said, snatching it back, and whacking his brother on the back of the head.
Haley gave up and walked away, "Nate, Nick, go to bed, please, so James and Kyle will, heck, go watch it upstairs in your room please," Haley said sighing, and sitting down on the couch by Nathan.
Once they were all upstairs, Nathan started asking questions, "When did you go to the New Years party in New York?"
"When Nate was four, I was invited. I was a senior in college then. I was just getting back into the singing thing, and it was pretty big."
"Why didn't I know?"
"I don't know, I wasn't keeping it from you or anything."
"Why did you have Nate out so late?"
"I didn't have a baby-sitter."
"What happened to Taylor, or Chris?"
"Taylor had the flu, I didn't want to have her watching my four year old, when she could barely get out of bed. Chris wasn't with us then, he was on his own tour in Europe."
"I see, and you had no neighbors?"
"None that would be willing to watch my very energetic four year old all night long while I was on T.V. singing."
"So what did you do with him?"
"He stood next to me, and held my hand while I sang, it was a wintry song about family, so it fit. He had fun, and it's a memory that lasts a lifetime."
"I'll bet."
"Nathan, we weren't together then. I didn't even know where you were. For I all I knew you could have still been in Tree Hill."
"Okay, I just wish, I don't know, you could have told me some other new year's, you know, like, oh by the way, I was there, live, it was so awesome and I wish you were there."
"I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry, I should have told you."
"Let me see the picture," Nathan said, smiling, putting his arm around Haley. She handed it to him. "I forgot you used to look like that. That's how I didn't know it was you," Nathan said, remembering back to when he first realized who she was. She had blonde hair, and blue eyes from contacts, and was very small.
"Well, it was fun, and it's true, blondes do have more fun," Haley laughed.
Nathan starred at the picture, "He was a pretty big four year old."
"Um, no, I was small, short, and small. He was tall, just like you. Look at him now, ten and already taller than his mother."
"It's okay, Hales," Haley smiled at her old nickname, nobody really called her that anymore, it was mostly mommy or Mrs. Scott, "We still love the short people."
"The correct term is vertically challenged."
"Right, well I love my vertically challenged wife."
"I love you too."
They shared a kiss as the clock stroke midnight.
