Nathan sighed as Peyton flipped through the pages.

Peyton softly, "This is us."

Nathan nodded, "Yeah. It is."

Peyton smiled as she looked at the pictures. Pictures of Freshman Formal, and Sophomore Formal. Pictures of them taken by Brooke during Nathan's birthday party.

Peyton shook her head smiling as her eyes fell upon a picture of them on Halloween two years ago.

Nathan laughed as he walked towards Peyton's house in a baggy pair of jeans and a long, oversized white t-shirt with a hat sitting on his head. Tim followed behind him dressed similarly.

Tim laughed, "Do I look too ghetto?"

Nathan rolled his eyes, "You don't look ghetto enough. I on the other hand, know how to work it."

Tim rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Okay."

Nathan smiled as he walked through the door and looked at the stairs. Usually, he would walk right up, but for some reason, while Tim was here, he figured he should just wait downstairs.

"Peyton!" Nathan yelled up the stairs.

Brooke rolled her eyes as she stood in Peyton's room, "We're coming. Shut up!"

Peyton sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror, the extremely short orange, silky shorts and the tight and teeny t-shirt looked really good on her, it was what was written on the t-shirt that made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Brooke smiled, "Wasn't it a perfect idea to be Hooters' girls, P. Sawyer!"

Peyton rolled her eyes, "Do I look even look like a Hooters' girl?"

Brooke nodded, "Oh yeah. See you may not have boobs, but you've got an ass…"

Peyton slapped her arm laughing as she slipped on the orange heels Brooke had bought her.

"Do they even wear heels?" Peyton asked as she slipped them on.

"Who cares?" Brooke asked as she walked down the stairs.

Peyton smiled as she followed and saw Nathan and Tim sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Boys…" Brooke said smiling as she opened the front door.

Nathan looked up to see both girls looking at them with Hooters' outfits on and he couldn't help but smirk.

Brooke rolled her eyes, "Yeah. Okay. Stop. Tim. You're driving."

Tim smiled as he followed Brooke out the door leaving Peyton and Nathan to follow.

Peyton shut the door and Nathan slipped his arm around her waist.

"You look hot," Nathan said simply.

Peyton rolled her eyes, "Yeah. And, you…look like a wankster."

Nathan laughed loudly, "You should never say that again."

Peyton smiled, and a couple minutes later they arrived at Theresa's house.

Half an hour in to dancing, Brooke pulled Nathan's camera out of her purse, she still had it from borrowing it the other night.

She laughed as she walked by Nathan whispering something in his ear, causing Nathan to smile.

Brooke bent down behind Peyton, and Nathan smiled in to the camera with a goofy grin on his face, and he grabbed Peyton's ass. Peyton looked over her shoulder with an annoyed expression on her face as she pushed Nathan's head away from her body.

Peyton rolled her eyes at the picture, "So, how'd your mom find this one?"

Nathan smirked as he looked at the picture, "She just found all the pictures on my camera."

Peyton looked up her eyes wide and her eyebrows raised, she looked at him nervously, "All of them?"

Nathan groaned as he walked in to Peyton's room and opened his basketball bag on her bed searching for his camera. He had to upload a couple pictures for his science project that he had to do unless he wanted to fail the course.

He fumbled through his bag, passed his shorts and sneakers, and found the small Sony Cybershot his dad bought him last year.

"Peyton?" Nathan called, wondering where her USB cord was.

Peyton walked out of the bathroom with her hair loosely tied back in a dark green towel.

"What?" Peyton asked as she walked towards her bed.

Nathan turned around and smiled, "Did you just take a shower?"

Peyton rolled her eyes, "Yeah. I did. You…are such a hornball."

Nathan shrugged as Peyton walked towards her closet and he grinned at the camera he held in his hand.

He put it on quickly and snapped a shot of her grabbing a shirt.

"What was that?" Peyton asked, referring to the "click" she just heard.

Nathan shrugged, "Dunno'."

Peyton shrugged as well and continued searching for a shirt. Nathan smiled again.


"Peyton," he called, and waited till she turned her head towards him to take another picture.

"Nathan!" Peyton exclaimed as she spotted the camera in his hands.

Nathan stared at her innocently, "What?"

Peyton rolled her eyes, "You know what? I don't care. It's not like it's hardcore porn or anything. I'm wearing a towel for Christ's sake, seriously, how horny can you get looking at that?"

Nathan smirked as he walked towards her, "Well…I can get pretty horny looking at that, especially because I know what you look like without that towel on."

Peyton couldn't help but smile as she turned away from him and continued to search for an outfit to wear for the party later on that night.

She felt Nathan's fingers on her bare shoulders, moving downwards towards the top of her towel. She bit her lip as he tugged at the towel, and Peyton watched it fall to the floor. Peyton turned around and saw Nathan walking towards her computer chair she looked at him slightly puzzled with her hand on her hip.

"Okay. Why'd you do that?" Peyton asked, slightly amused.

Nathan smiled as he held the camera a few inches from his face, and took a quick shot.

Peyton's jaw fell to the floor, "Nathan!"

Nathan smirked as he stood up slowly and watched Peyton walking towards him, an angry expression painted on to her face.

"Babe, you don't look that hot when you're pissed off," Nathan teased as he walked backwards towards the door, yet Peyton ran towards the door and shut it quickly, blocking him from leaving, as she rested her naked body against the door.

"I can't believe you just did that. Delete it, Nathan," Peyton commanded.

Nathan shrugged as he walked closer towards her, and closed the gap between their two bodies. Peyton felt his lips crash in to hers and couldn't help but succumb to his touch. Nathan pulled his arm away slightly, holding the camera at a distance from their bodies, and taking a quick picture of his naked girlfriend and himself.

Peyton pulled away, "Nathan! Stop!"

Nathan chuckled to himself as he placed his hands underneath her thighs and lifted her body off of the floor, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her again and walked towards the bed, placing her on the bed first as he relaxed his body on top of hers.

Nathan smirked, "Nah. I uploaded those pictures of you in a towel and deleted them off of my camera."

Peyton rolled her eyes, "What about those pictures of me without a towel on?"

Nathan shrugged, " I uploaded those too."

Peyton nodded slowly as she closed the album, not wanting to look at any more pictures at the moment.

"Okay. So, I think should leave. Um. Thanks for the ride…I'll see you later," Peyton said quickly.

"I'll drive you home. You can't walk," Nathan said, slightly puzzled as to why she wanted to leave now.

"It's okay, Nate. I can-" Peyton started.

"I have to go back to my apartment anyway. Wouldn't want to see my-"

"Nathan?" Dan Scott asked as he walked in to his son's usually abandoned room.

Nathan rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Dad, what's up?"

Dan smiled as he saw Peyton laying on the bed, "What's this, Miss. Sawyer's here to visit?"

Peyton looked up at Dan and then towards Nathan, "I'll go wait in the car."

Dan smiled sweetly as he nodded towards the closed photo album, "Reminiscing, huh? That's sweet. So, Nathan how're you doing, son?"

Nathan stared angrily at his father, "I'm fine."

Dan shrugged, "Then what're you doing in my house?"

Nathan shook his head, "Some guy was hitting on Peyton, so I took her here. Is that cool, Dad?"

Dan smiled at Peyton again, looking her up and down as she stood up from the bed, "Yeah. It's fine. But, you guys can leave now, right? I mean, since you don't live here anymore."

Nathan rolled his eyes as he looked at Peyton and motioned towards the door, Peyton walked out quickly, and Nathan began to follow.

Dan smirked as he grabbed on to Nathan's arm, "Hey, son. Remember to be safe, okay? Just remember the mistake I made."

Nathan glared at him angrily, as he shook his father's arm off his body.

Dan smiled, "Oh. And, say hi to the tutor for me, okay? What a nice, wholesome girl…"

Nathan's jaw clenched as he walked down the stairs and to his car, and drove Peyton home silently. He was distant, and was well aware of it. Who knew that his dad who was the one who finally made it seem so real? He was actually questioning his feelings for Haley, and admitting it to himself.

Ten minutes later, Peyton looked over at Nathan as he pulled in to her driveway.

Peyton smiled weakly, "Nathan. Thanks for the ride. Thanks for everything. It means a lot to me."

Nathan nodded and turned towards her, "Your dad home?"

Peyton looked towards the house and sighed sadly, "Nope. Three month trip, he left three days ago."

Nathan nodded as he opened his car door, and began walking towards the house. Peyton stared at him slightly confused yet followed him towards her house.

Nathan opened the door to the house and walked up the stairs, leaving Peyton to follow.

Nathan sat on the bed and Peyton sat next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. She smiled, and cocked her head to the side, causing a few curls to fall on to her face, framing it beautifully.

"Nate? Are you okay? I know your dad must have pissed you off…It's just-" Peyton began to say.

Nathan grabbed her neck with his right hand, pulling her face closer to his, as he kissed her hard on the lips. Peyton gasped in to his mouth, and hesitantly kissed him back. She eventually relaxed and realized that her sweatshirt had been taken off and thrown on to the floor, and that she was now laying down on her bed, with Nathan on top of her. She felt his hands aggressively grab her hips, pulling her body closer to his, and pushed him away.

"Nathan…This isn't-Stop."

Nathan groaned as he pulled away from her and looked at her, his eyes locking with hers.

"That was-That was wrong," Peyton said as she sat up on the bed.

Nathan sighed, "But, it felt good, right?"

Peyton shook her head, now slightly upset, "It felt good. But, that doesn't make it right. And, the only reason it felt good was because you're upset and pissed and-"

Nathan looked at her, slightly annoyed, "I think it felt good, simply because it did. It felt good, because I liked it."

Peyton rolled her eyes, "What don't you like that's sexually related?"

Nathan rolled his eyes as he stood up off her bed and looked down at her, "You're being ridiculous."

Peyton laughed, "I'm being ridiculous! You kissed me. You were pissed at your dad, and you figured that I could make you feel better. Just like old times, right?"

Nathan smirked, "You let me didn't you?"

Peyton stared at him before walking towards her closet and grabbing a pair of shorts and a beater, she closed the closet door, and emerged a couple minutes later fully changed.

Peyton stayed silent as she slipped under the comforter, and faced away from Nathan.

Nathan sighed softly, "Peyton, I'm sorry."

Peyton rolled her eyes, "There's a pair of shorts that you left here in the far right drawer in my chest. Just put them on and go to bed."

Nathan looked at her feeling quite guilty, and quickly shed his clothes and pulled on the red pair of basketball shorts he found in her drawer. He slipped in to the other side of her bed and looked at her for a little bit, hoping she would turn to him, and tell him she was okay, or that she forgave him. Yet, she continued to face the other way; Nathan cautiously draped his arm over her waist, and waited for a reaction, yet Peyton allowed him to touch her. He figured she must've been asleep, and he gently pulled her body closer to his. He closed his eyes as he fell asleep, inhaling the familiar fragrance of her shampoo, while Peyton fell asleep as she felt the reassuring rise of his bare chest against her back. And, they slept, as they had so many times before, together.