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Chapter 8: Now?
The girls walked into Tric like they owned the place. Well, technically Peyton did own half. They passed a long line of teenagers wanting to get in, who seemed to realize who Haley was and sort of freaked out. Brooke and Peyton thought it was hilarious and couldn't stop saying "Yes, we ARE with Haley James." While Haley was sort of annoyed, fans are cool, fans that attract the stalkerazzi we're a pain.
"Is it always like that Haley?" Peyton asked, once they were inside and in a secluded booth.
"In New York? Yeah, pretty much. But at least there weren't creepy old men with cameras taking pictures of me getting a coffee. It's like, I have the most boring life, who would want to read about me?"
"Not me!" Brooke joked.
"Thanks!"
"No problem. But you'll always be Tutorgirl to me Haley James."
"That is the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time."
"What can I say? I have a way with words."
"You most certainly do."
"Yep. I need a drink." Brooke blurted out. "What do you guys want?"
"I don't know Brooke.." Haley started
"Yeah, Brooke I don't know..." Peyton agreed.
"Okay, Three martinis it is." She said, quickly walking away before they could protest.
"Doesn't change much, does she?" Haley asked.
"Who? Brooke? No, Brooke can't change. She's too busy being herself." Peyton told her.
"That's a good way to put it." Haley laughed.
Brooke came back with their drinks and they talked about their lives for an hour or so. Peyton told them she still worked for the newspaper, drawing political cartoons, and ran Tric. Brooke told them she had become a fashion designer, and was hoping to open her own line soon. They already knew Haley was the big grammy winning artist they all knew she'd become.
MEANWHILE-
"Nathan! I am sooo bored!" Kristin whined as she watched Nathan play basketball at the Rivercourt.
"You wanna play?"
"Nathan, you know I don't play."
"Come on, I'll teach you."
"No. Baby, I'd break a nail. Can't we just go shopping or to a nice restaurant? They do have those here don't they?"
"Yes. Of course they do. And I have to practice, why don't you go find Brooke? She'd want to shop." He suggested.
"You do know Brooke hates me right? Besides, I don't know this town at all."
Nathan sighed before putting the basketball back into it's hiding place underneath the picnic table. They drove back to the beach house that Deb had let him use, and he showered. Kristin started to look around, and noticed a picture of Nathan and some really gorgeous blonde boy. 'I wonder if he has money? Probably a better deal than the raw one I'm getting now, I don't want a kid... I'll just ship her off to boarding school.' Nathan came down in jeans and a polo.
"Baby, who is that?" She asked, indicating to the picture.
"Oh, uh, that's my brother. Well, half-brother. But we don't talk anymore. I haven't seen him in years."
"Really? That must be so hard." She cooed fakely, rubbing his shoulders.
"Uh, not really. It's not like I hate him. He just lives in New York, and well, seeing him is kind of out of the question."
"Really? Why is that?"
"Not important. Anyways. We should go to Karen's. I really want to see my mom." He told her, getting up and walking toward the door.
Kristin groaned, 'Oh, the things I do for love. Or money. Whatever.' She laughed.
They arrive at Karen's Café a few minutes later, and are immediately greeted by a already teary-eyed Deb. She knew Nathan didn't know about Haley or the girls, they had explained it all after Brooke, Peyton, and Haley left.
"Hi, Mom." He greeted.
"Oh, honey! It's so good to see you! We missed you so much. And you should have called more." She half-scolded, half-greeted.
"Uh, mom this is Kristin, my fiancé." He informed.
"Hello, Mrs. Scott. So good to finally meet you." Deb almost laughed at the girl in front of her. She was completely fake, from her voice to her blonde hair. The girls had warned her about her. And she almost didn't believe it, she couldn't picture Nathan with anyone other than Haley. At first she didn't support them, for the pure reason she was jealous, but she came to realize that Nathan was truly happy with her, and she never fully understood why they split up. But she doubted they knew the reason themselves.
"Oh, hello, Kristin."
"Mom, Kristin's parents really want to meet you and dad."
"Well, of course, if we have time. You know your father and all of his functions." She smiled.
"Oh, come on mom. We are only here for the week. I'm sure you can find some time to spend with us."
"I'll try. So where is Nicole?"
"With Brooke, who is probably with Peyton."
"Probably."
Nicole, Hannah, and Lucas walked through the street of Tree Hill getting a tour by a true Tree Hillian.
"...That's the Rivercourt. When your mother and I were younger she would watch me and my friends play basketball for hours. And then later your father and I would play and Haley would get mad because she couldn't decide who to cheer for..." He laughed.
"...And that's the high school. But lets not go in just yet, we have all week for that. It might give me too much of a memory shock..."
"...And that was your mother's house growing up..."
"...This is the bridge you would have to cross to get to the "rich" side of town..."
"...That is the Scott mansion, which I am not really sure who owns it at this point. I am pretty sure Dan and Deb worked everything out, I'll have to ask Keith. And that is Brooke's parent's house. It doesn't look like their home though. They never were..."
"Uncle Lucas? Why do you always talk about Brooke?" Nicole asked.
"Huh?"
"Why do you always talk about Brooke!"
He squinted at them, before sighing and walking away.
"Oooo! Uncle Lucas is in LOOOOVE!" Hannah teased.
"Shut up." He muttered, walking quickly back to Peyton's house.
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