Im not sure why so many of you thought it was over after the last chapter. Not yet, my friends. You Had A Bad Day is by Daniel Powter, in case you didnt know.

Chapter 25: You Had A Bad Day

Where is the moment when we need it the most?
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

They tell me your blue sky's faded to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carrying on

Haley unwrapped her arms from around Nathan's neck. "What?" She gasped in her shock. Their bodies cast shadows on the pier from the continuous and rebellious flashing from the various camera lenses.

"Marry me." He repeated, staring confidently into her eyes.

"Nathan! We can't get married!" She hollered, more flashing. "We barely even know each other!"

"How can you say that, Haley?" He asked. His tone was the opposite of hers, calm and reassuring while hers was frantic and unsteady. "We know each other inside and out. You, Haley James, are still the macaroni and cheese loving, sappy movie watching, clown hating, singer-tutor that I fell in love with in high school. And I'm pretty sure all that's changed about me is that I have more money and some kids, but you even knew that. I'm still the screw up that SUCKS at proposing and desperately, desperately wants you to say yes." He pleaded.

"You don't suck at proposing, you just don't know when to." She tried to joke, but her attempt was feebly stated and received nothing but a sigh from Nathan. He knew that was also her attempt to tell him that she didn't want to get married yet. He knew because he knew her. He turned his head away from her, a very Nathan thing to do. She had known from his facial expression that he would shrug it off and tell her that she is probably right, that he got caught up in the moment. She already knew because she really did know him.

"Alright, you're ri-" His words were cut off by her lips crashing into his.

"You're so predictable." She laughed against lips. When they pulled apart, his eyebrows had bunched up in confusion. "Yes, I'll marry you."

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Stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life's been way off line

You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carrying on

"Are we watching Ferris Bueller now?" Hannah pleaded, leaning forwards over her bowl of popcorn so she could see around Sean, the middle man of the feuding twins, as they sit cross-legged on the couch in the living room. Peering angrily at her sister, Nicole mumbled a yes. They both watched as Sean sighed and picked up the The Goonies DVD case and took the Ferris Bueller's Day Off DVD out of the player and changed discs. They settled back in, propping their feet up on the coffee table as they had before.

"Pardon my french, but if you..." Nicole repeated along with the movie. Hannah and Sean glared at her.

"That is one thing about you that I could live without." Sean implored.

Nicole smiled sheepishly and shrugged defensively. "What! So I've watched this movie a FEW times."

"A few?" Hannah and Sean choked in unison.

"Alright a lot, and I can't help it that I know every line!-" She exclaimed as Nathan and Haley came threw the front door, diverging their attention from the movie.

"We have news." They stated seriously.

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie

"Lucas, wake up!" Brooke hissed into the dark urgently. Dragging her hand up one wall, she made contact with the light switch and flipped it on, immediately squinting as her eyes adjusted. She sat up in their bed and looked over at her fiancé. His face was buried deep in his pillow and he laid sloppily on his stomach. Normally, she would watch him sleep for a while then try to fall back asleep, but she needed him. She used both hands to shake him, and then when that had no effect on his state, she bent over and kissed the back of his neck. His shoulders immediately flinched and shivers ran down his back. He quickly pulled himself up from the bed, push- up style. "Hey Lucas!" Brooke giggled at his behavior.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He chattered quickly, very startled by the 12:34 am wake up call.

"I'm fine, but I really want some peanut butter ice cream." Lucas's face relaxed and he slumped back down onto the bed.

"So you're asking me, at midnight, to go out and buy you some peanut butter ice cream?" He sighed.

"Yes." She answered with no hesitation. "Now, scoot. And take your cell in case I want anything else."

Dragging his body from bed, throwing on a shirt and coat, and grabbing his cell phone he left their home. Walking to his car, he muttered, "Forget sympathy pains. I'm going to have a heart attack."

-..-.-.-.-

You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

"You're getting what!" Nicole screamed.

"Uh. I think that I'll just go now then..." Sean muttered as he started to edge toward the door. Nicole's arm flung out and stopped him. She continued to stare in shock at her parents, but told Sean to stay. "Just go up to my room. You already told your parents you were spending the night. And we may need a 3rd party to break up the massacre that is going to occur any minute now." He nodded and took the stairs two at a time.

"Girls, please, try to understand..." Haley tried.

"No, Haley. They don't need to try to understand. In fact, they don't even need to understand. We're getting married." Nathan boomed threw the house.

Hannah and Nicole looked over at each other, all past hostility now diminished. "They've seriously jumped off the deep end." Nicole shook her head. Hannah agreed, "And they are currently stuck under water and obviously aren't getting enough air in their brain." They talked to each other as if Haley and Nathan had left the room. They had perfected the art of pretending to be alone over their time together. Looking back at their parents, Hannah spoke to them for the first time.

"Mom, who are you? And where the HELL have you put my mother!"

"Don't talk to your mother like that, Hannah!" Nathan scolded.

"She's not my mother! My mother wouldn't agree to get married after not even two weeks of dating someone! In fact, MY mother wouldn't have even lasted this long with someone! This is SO fucked up!" She screamed.

"Hannah! Language!" Haley involuntarily reprimanded.

But Hannah went on as if she had never stopped. "This doesn't mean we're leaving New York, does it! I don't want to leave my school! I just got used to going full time! And what about you! Are you going to stop singing! You've haven't even thought about this!" Hannah berated feverishly. Nicole had almost forgotten the anger she felt toward the curve ball she was just thrown, never had she seen such pure fury in her sister before. Ever. And she thought SHE had an anger issue.

"Hannah, those things will work themselves out, you can go to school full time here and-"

"You know what, mom? Fine. You want to get married to dad, again. Fine. Go ahead, fuck up your life, go ahead. See if I fucking care." She spat with a look of pure disgust. And quickly, she moved past them and ran up the stairs. Her angry footsteps were heard until the following slamming door resounded through the house.

"Nicole..." Haley shuddered tiredly. Her body was tired and cold and her frail frame shook as she shivered.

"Guys, whatever. I guess, if it's what you want. Just... don't go all Ward and June Cleaver on me." Nicole rolled her eyes with a slight reassuring smile. "Hannah should get over this soon. Let her have a party or something." She shrugged, heaving her body up the stairs after her best friend and sister.

"Well, that went... better than I expected." Nathan chirped excitedly, wrapping his arms around Haley and rubbing her back for warmth. Only when he felt her shoulders heave did he realize she was crying.

–.–..

Sometimes the system goes on the blink and the whole thing it turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know that you could be well oh that strong
Well I'm not wrong

The following morning was worse than watching your home team lose in triple overtime. Definitely worse. In fact, Haley couldn't remember a time she had ever been more depressed in her whole life. Ever. They started their day with a not so heart warming chat with their eldest daughter.

Haley and Nathan sat next to each other at the kitchen island, sipping coffee wordlessly. Hannah came in, dressed in the same pajamas she had on the night before. Haley and Nathan stared at her as she strode across the room and sat opposite them. Her demeanor was very business-like, despite her crappy appearance.

"Mom. Dad. I have a proposition for you." She said, straight faced. She held out two important looking folders, heavy and filled with papers, and they each took one, glancing at each other nervously. Reading the cover, Haley felt both curiosity and dread fill her body. "Mom. As you probably know, my school offers a boarding school option, and I spent all night researching it. I just want to go to school like all of my friends, and with my friends. I'm sick of moving, I want to stay at Brownsfield's Academy ."

After that, Haley retreated to her bedroom, and stayed there. Hiding from the craziness that was happening outside the safe haven of her queen sized bed.

But it found her.

A few hours later, around one in the afternoon, her cell phone rang. Haley made no attempt to move and pick it up, at least, the first four times she heard the recorded Dashboard Confessional song. By the fifth ring, however, she figured it was either important, or the person had the wrong number. She murmured a hello, it was muffled because half of her face was planted on the white cased pillow.

"Haley James. I thought I taught you better than this. This is not good. Not good at all, Haley." Came Chris's voice. "Haley! In public!" Taylor's voice shrieked right after Chris's. Gosh, how Haley hated the invention of speaker phone at times like these.

"What are you two talking about?" She sighed heavily, rolling onto her back and rubbing her tired face with her left hand.

"Haley!" Kenny's voice sounded. "Open a magazine, anyone, really, it doesn't matter which. Or unfold your newspaper. Or better yet, turn on MTV, it's nearing your segment." Haley could almost hear the angry smirk on his face. She groaned as she reached over to grab the remote from the bedside table. It took her a few moments to figure out how to turn on the flat screen which hung on the wall across from her. She turned it on MTV like she was told, which was an episode of E on MTV. There was a new host, who's name she knew, but couldn't muster the strength to think hard enough to remember it. A segment about teens commemorating the death of their favorite celebrity on t-shirts played, and Haley had no idea what that had to do with her.

"Just keep watching." Kenny instructed sternly. Ignoring the probably gay stylist telling her how to dress her small dog like Paris Hilton for the winter, she heard the faint and merciless ringing of the home phone downstairs.

"Alright, it's coming on. PAY ATTENTION!" Taylor's voice snapped her back into the show.

"Thanks, Jay. Alright, now what all of you radio and basketball lovers have been waiting for. Haley, if it doesn't work out, give me a call." The host announced and winked, as the film rolled up. "It seemed like a quiet night in a small town, but last night held a cherished event for Bobcat superstar, Nathan Scott and grammy winner, Haley James."

A Teen People gossip editor came on while a video of their night on the pier rolled up. "They both grew up in Tree Hill together, and Nathan currently lives there. It has been just recently that we found out they were previously married and had twin daughters, but when they divorced, they each took a twin. Sources from Tree Hill are now saying that their first engagement was very short lived, and they hadn't told anyone about it until after they married, which was still in high school."

Haley's jaw dropped, they were revealing to the world what she had barely revealed to most of her family. Her chest heaved and she bit her lip, but the tears fell anyway..

"We barely know each other!"

"How can you say that?" The video shook a little and she noticed the heads of photographers below the camera. How could they have been so careless? She knew they should've stayed inside. Nathan burst into the room, breathing heavily. He looked from Haley's tear streaked face to the televison and nodded. He held the phone in a hand as he came over and sat next to her in the bed. "Brooke called." He whispered. "They all read the paper. They know, Hales."

Haley heaved another long sob and her hands flew to her face. Nathan wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head. "They aren't angry." He tried to soothe, but his conscience got the best of him for lying. "Much."

Countdown to goodbye continues!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I must say that it was a favorite of mine to write.

Im dreadfulyl sorry, but unfortunately, I ran out of time tonight and can't do Shout Outs, you'll get good ones next time though, I promise!