Okay... so um... Happy V-Day... lol... review like crazy cause I know you're good for it. I sort of went a different way with this than I planned, but I still like it. So yea...

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Chapter 10- New Reality

"Okay, so good news and bad, well, kinda, sorta," Haley said when they reached Boston, "We're in Boston, ahead of schedule, so we have some time to hang, you and I get to chill in Boston overnight."

"And bad news… kinda sorta?"

"Well, they didn't expect you to be coming, so I kind of only have on hotel room booked, with a king sized bed. You can share, or get a cot, or sleep on the floor, or find another hotel, cause I like to party early in the mornings," she laughed.

"We've shared a bed before, it wouldn't be the first time, unless, of course, you're gonna beat me up, or you party really hard, because in case you forgot, I was the king of parties in Tree Hill."

"Me? Forget? Never, just wasn't sure if you were up for a little pillow fight, jump on the bed in your pajamas, eating calories that I'm not supposed to until we pass out was really your kind of party."

"Are you gonna give me a facial too, and paint my nails?"

"If you want me too, in fact, I'll do your hair too," she responded, laughing, "So, where to? I was thinking pizza, what do you think? Pizza?"

"You don't get jet lag do you?"

"You'll get used to flying, so how about pizza? I was thinking pepperoni and extra cheese, and stuffed crust. It sounds so good, especially since I'm not allowed pizza, too fattening, come on, if I get in trouble, I can blame you," she smirked.

"So, I'll be responsible for you getting in trouble?"

"Well, you're the one who said it, not me. Hey, if you want to take the blame, be my guest."

"You're bad."

"Yup, so how about pizza? I want pizza."

"Sure, pizza sounds good."

"Race you, last one to the pizza place buys. And before you start, I'm slower than a turtle, and you know it."

"But Hales, I have no clue where it is, and I have a bad knee."

"It's all the way at the other end, you'll smell it, and running will do that knee some good, don't you think?"

"But Hales."

"Come on, Nate, when did you loose your competitive spirit?"

"When I broke my knee."

"Nate, please, pretty please," Haley begged. He always gave into her, and she knew it.

"Fine."

"Score!" she smiled.