Peyton stepped out of Nathan's car as she walked towards his house.

"So, Lucas was cool with you riding here with me?" Nathan asked.

Peyton shrugged, the car ride was actually really nice, they talked for almost most of the time, and joked about eachother's taste in music.

"He's not my boyfriend," Peyton pointed out, deciding not to tell Nathan that she hadn't actually told Lucas.

Nathan nodded with a small smirk, as he opened his front door, "Yeah. Well…He was with Brooke, that's probably why he didn't mind."

Peyton rolled her eyes, "Why are you such a jackass, Nate? I mean, I really want to know…"

Nathan laughed as she walked inside, and he followed, closing the door afterwards, "Because it turns you on."

Peyton nodded and smiled, "Oh. Yeah. I love it."

Nathan grinned as she walked further in to the house, and looked around the family room. Everything seemed to be pretty much the same, with the exception of a couple new photographs.

There was a picture of the three generations of Scott's. Well, most of them. There was Royal Scott, sitting down in a chair, with Dan and Nathan standing on both sides of him. All the men seemed happy, but Peyton knew it really wasn't that way, because she was there when the photo was taken.

"I remember that day," Peyton said, turning to face Nathan.

Nathan walked towards her and realized what photo she was talking about, "Yeah. Me too."

Peyton finished applying her makeup, and rubbed her lips together, before throwing the pale, pink lip gloss in to her small bag. She was wearing an aqua blue, halter, cocktail dress, that fit her perfectly. Her hair was down, and she noticed how long it had grown, and played with the curls, debating whether to get a haircut later on that week.

She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, locked it, and walked to her car. She stared down at the silver heels, wondering if she should've worn them, now realizing how uncomfortable they were, but glanced at her cellphone and realized that she didn't want to be late, and got in to her car. She had just gotten her license, and her dad had bought her the car. The car she had always wanted, partially because it was the car her mother had always wanted as well.

Mr. Scott was throwing a party, almost as a way to kick off the season. Peyton rolled her eyes at the thought, Mr. Scott was incredibly hard on Nathan, so much that Nathan had revealed that he had stopped loving his father a while ago. Peyton smiled when she thought of the night Nathan had told her that, it was one of the nights when there was no one around. And, they weren't just fooling around or arguing, they were actually talking. And, Nathan was letting her in, and telling her personal things. And, when he told her that he didn't love his father, Peyton told him to shut up, simply because she knew what it was like to lose a parent.

She pulled in to the driveway and took a nervous breath before walking towards the house and ringing the doorbell.

An older man opened the door, he wore an agitated, but warm, expression on his face, and was wearing a navy blue suit.

Peyton couldn't help but wonder who the man was and continued to stare at him.

"Are you alright?" the older man asked.

Peyton shook her head slightly and smiled, "Um. Yeah. Sorry. I'm here for the party."

"Alright. You're a bit early don't you think?" he asked.

Peyton looked towards the driveway and noticed there was only one other car there, besides Nathan's truck.

Peyton nodded, "Yeah. Sorry. This is the time Nathan told me to come by."

"Hey Peyt," Nathan said, walking passed the older man, and out of the house, wrapping his right arm around her waist, and kissing her cheek softly.

The older man smiled at the two before stepping to the side, motioning for them to walk in. Once inside the house, Nathan introduced Peyton to the older man.

"Peyton, this is my grandpa, Royal Scott. Grandpa, this is my girlfriend, Peyton," Nathan said, while keeping his arm wrapped around her waist.

Nathan's grandfather grinned at her, "Now, what's a pretty girl like you doing with my grandson?"

Peyton looked up at Nathan and smiled, "Sometimes I ask myself the same question."

Nathan's grandfather laughed throatily and Peyton smiled, as did Nathan, after he rolled his eyes.

Nathan's grandfather spoke again, "If you'll excuse me, I should probably go see if your mother needs help."

Royal walked towards the kitchen and Peyton turned around to face Nathan.

"He seems nice," she said, fixing Nathan's royal blue tie, after smoothing out his white dress shirt.

Nathan rolled his eyes, "Seems."

Peyton smiled at him and rolled her eyes, "You're always so negative."

Nathan's eyes widened, "I am so negative? What about you?"

Peyton shook her head and smiled, as she kissed him, leaning in to his body, before hearing him groan in pain.

Peyton pulled away, clamped her hand over her mouth, "Oh my god, Nathan! I forgot about your arm!"

Nathan rubbed his left arm with his right hand, and Peyton's eyebrows raised.

"Where is your sling?" she asked accusatorily.

Nathan sighed, "I'm not wearing it."

Peyton stared at him, "….Why?"

Nathan rolled his eyes, "Because I don't have to."

Peyton snarled, "Don't be an ass. Why aren't you wearing it?"

Nathan shook his head, thinking about what happened three days ago. He had been pushed by a player from the opposing team and fell the wrong way, and had dislocated his shoulder, and because he didn't know it, continued to play for the rest of the game, making it worse.

"I don't want my grandpa to know, alright?" Nathan asked her, incredibly agitated by her persistence.

"Don't want me to know what?" Royal asked, walking towards the young couple.

Peyton looked at Nathan, who looked incredibly annoyed and confused, as if he was torn between telling the truth and lying.

They both stayed silent and Royal realized that they were hiding something.

"Well, don't just stand there, boy. Tell me what's wrong," Royal said, slightly annoyed.

"I dislocated my shoulder a couple nights ago," Nathan said, looking at the floor and then up at his grandfather.

Royal looked surprised and angry, "DAN!"

Royal darted towards the kitchen, and looked for his youngest son.

Peyton looked at Nathan who looked incredibly distressed, she grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs and towards his bedroom.

"Just put the sling on," Peyton advised.

Nathan shook his head, "Why the hell would I do that?"

"So, he knows it's serious. I don't understand why he cares so much?" Peyton asked, walking around his room.

"He's Dan Scott's father, Peyton? How the hell did you think he wouldn't care?" Nathan asked her angrily.

Nathan adjusted the sling, wincing slightly as he put his arm in place. He looked over at Peyton, and only now realized how hot she looked in the low cut blue dress, her blonde curls bouncing up and down as she bounced on his bed.

"Hey," Nathan said softly, as he sat next to her, looking anywhere but at him.

"I'm sorry for lashing out on you. I'm just stressed I can't play. And, now my grandpa knows and…I shouldn't take it out on you, and I know that," Nathan said, placing his hand on her chin, getting her to look at him.

Peyton tried to remain angry, but her lips curled slightly, forming a smile, before he leaned in to kiss her.

"Nathan!" Deb Scott yelled up the stairs.

Nathan pulled away from her and rolled his eyes, "What?"

Deb sighed, "Pictures!"

Nathan turned back to Peyton and kissed her again, but she pulled away, "Nate, we should go down."

Nathan sighed as he stood up, opened the door for Peyton, closing it on their way out.

They made their way down the stairs, and Peyton saw Deb waiting for them.

"Hey Mrs. Scott," Peyton said with a small wave and smile.

"Hey Peyton. I'm glad you're here, we're about to take pictures," Deb said, leading them towards the back.

Peyton saw the rest of the family sitting in the backyard, Royal, Dan, and an older woman, who she presumed was Nathan's grandmother.

They walked to the rest of the family and Peyton stopped walking.

Deb turned around, "Peyton, come on."

"No. It's okay," Peyton said with a smile, realizing that the last time she took a family portrait was the year before her mother died.

Deb grabbed her arm tenderly and led her towards the rest of the family. Peyton looked over towards Nathan who shrugged.

"Peyton, nice to see you. Maybe you can cover up Nathan's arm," Dan commented.

Peyton stared at him slightly confused, and realized that he meant that she could stand in front of Nathan in the picture.

Nathan rolled his eyes, "Dad, just back off, alright?"

Royal glared at his grandson, "Why would you hide that from me? Why would you deliberately keep it a secret?"

Nathan sighed, and Deb stared at her son.

"Let's just take the pictures, shall we?" Deb asked.

And, that's what they did. The family took pictures, with Peyton, and Dan took pictures with Deb, and Royal took pictures with Mae, and Nathan with Peyton. There were pictures of Nathan and Deb, and Nathan and Mae. And, the last picture taken was of Nathan, Dan and Royal, after Royal insisted that Nathan take off the sling before the picture was taken.

"You're family is so skrewed up," Peyton said, with a small laugh.

Nathan shook his head, "I know."

Peyton nodded, and realized only now how close they were to each other. He was right behind her, and she swallowed slowly, and felt his lips touch her skin, as he began to kiss her neck. Peyton moaned softly, and slowly turned around, looking in to his eyes before kissing him forcefully.

He smiled against her lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body closer to his.

"Hey guys," a voice called, interrupting them, by the door.

Peyton pulled away from Nathan, but kept her arms wrapped around his neck, "…Brooke?"