As always disclaimer, I own nothing and all rights go to the rightful owners.
I was watching the cabin episode, one of if not my absolute favorite episode, and just threw this together. There isn't really a main or key storyline in this chapter but at the same time it does serve as a little bit of a filler.
This chapter includes the core five interacting through the majority of the chapter.
All arguing and bickering is in good brotherly or spousal fun.
Do you not read this chapter if teenage immaturity jokes and talking about masturbation is a trigger for you, always like to give a warning just so no one gets angry by the end. But, if the cabin episode was a favorite for you then that really shouldn't be a trigger. With all the seriousness I just wanted a sort of fun chapter.
"What the hell are the two of you doing"? Jamie asked his parents as he stepped on to the pool deck holding the hand of his girlfriend.
His parents—oh his parents.
He watched from the kitchen, four different times, as his father attempted—and using the word attempted was being fairly nice, and failed to lift his mother above his head as they stood in the five feet of water.
"Tric is having 80's night tomorrow," Haley told her son as she blinked chlorine water out of her eyes, an addition from her latest wipe out after her husband dropped her. Again. "We decided to go as baby and Johnny, from dirty dancing so we are trying to learn the entire dance—including the lift".
"It's actually quite comical," Lucas told his nephew as he sat relaxed in one of the lawn chairs with hands tucked behind his head. "I was going to watch the new Adam Sandler movie but this—so much better".
Nathan splashed water from the pool at Lucas and missed by five inches—earning a wide grin from his older brother.
"Alright, as much fun as this" Jamie said, rolling his eyes sarcastically. "We are going to take off".
"Actually," Madison said letting go of Jamie's hand and walking over near the pool. "Let's stay here".
"I thought we were going to see a movie"?
"We go to the movies all the time and it's always the same anymore. This looks like more fun" Madison said as she removed her sandals and sat down on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in the pool.
'Love her' Haley mouthed to Nathan and Lucas with a smile.
Jamie groaned but took a seat in the chair next to his uncle.
Madison didn't come from a big family, in fact, she cherished what little family she had left. So, anytime she came over to Jamie's house it was better than a vacation for her, especially when they had family visiting over.
Unlike Jamie, she enjoyed being surrounded by his overly large family, some of which weren't even by blood.
"What do you know—he can actually come out of his cave," Brooke said as she and Peyton walked through the open back door, carrying an exceptionally large amount of shopping bags.
Jamie looked up at his Aunt and Godmother, he didn't need to ask—he knew her witty comment was about him.
"Ha-ha," Jamie said with an eye roll, and a smile. Brooke had always been his favorite.
"I'm giving you five seconds to stand up and hug me," Brooke said as she sat her shopping bags down and placed her hands on her hips. "Or if you don't I'm pulling out the pictures that I'm certain you don't want your pretty girlfriend to see".
Jamie laughed, but he stood up and hugged Brooke—and even Peyton.
"You're so tall," Peyton told him. "When did you get so tall"?
"It's this new thing all the cool teens are doing it—they call it puberty," Brooke said with a wide grin.
"He was six one at his last doctor's appointment," Haley told the girls from inside the pool.
"Looks like you're gonna pass you're old dad up," Lucas said tossing a small basketball, that he was certain was nothing more than a pool toy at the back of his brothers head.
"That's the hope," Jamie told his uncle as he sat back down.
"Lucas I swear if you don't stop throwing things at me," Nathan said, once again attempting to splash his brother.
"What are you going to do big Nate emphasis on the big—it would take your ass fifteen minutes to climb out of that pool," Lucas said, relaxing his hands behind his head once more, completely unbothered by his brother's threat. "Haley wanted Johnny and got stuck with poor cousin Billy that carries the watermelons".
"Shut up," Nathan said shaking his head. "I'm not that big".
"Ever since you hit that desk job I'd say you have put a few pounds on in the old keister—twenty, maybe thirty".
"I have not gained thirty pounds," Nathan said putting his hands on his hips. "Hales, would you tell him"?
"I said maybe thirty," Lucas told his brother, though unable to wipe the smile off his face. "You see Jamie—that's the best part about having a little brother it's so much fun to tease. This boy needs a brother".
"We are working on it," Haley said with a simple smile.
"Really"? Madison asked with a wide smile.
"Yes," Nathan said nodding.
"I assumed you two were done".
"I think we all made that assumption," Nathan told her, though he was looking at his wife.
Haley rolled her eyes "you knew when you married me I come from a big family".
"I did," Nathan told her. "Although, I assumed we would just have more right after Lydia. I just didn't know we were spacing our kids out by a decade".
"Eight years is not a decade".
"Close enough, and even if you got pregnant today—Lydia would be nine the time you gave birth," Nathan said. "If we keep having kids like this—we will never be done".
"I think it's nice" Madison interrupted Nathan's rant. "I have always wanted a big family".
"I have six brothers and sisters—there were seven of us growing up," Haley told her.
"I always wanted to have seven or eight kids," Madison said with a smile.
Jamie—who had zoned himself out of the conversation at the mere thought of his parents having more children, because that meant they were having frequent sex, and despite all common knowledge Jamie chose to believe his parents didn't do that sort of thing. It made sense—biologically, but the teenager chose to go against all scientific fact—like the air in his lungs, that his parents had ever done that sort of thing.
But, the sixteen-year-old quickly caught himself up in the conversation at his girlfriend's last statement.
"Who the hell you marrying"? Jamie asked, his head snapping up from his cell phone, for the first time in twenty minutes. "You'll be lucky to get one from me".
"Please you're a Scott," Madison said with a dramatic eye roll. "I have been around long enough to know you all screw like the bunnies and have superhuman sperm—which is exactly why you're still a virgin".
Lucas couldn't help but laugh, at his nephew and his girlfriend. Although he was impressed by Madison—not many sixteen-year-old girls would have the guts... no the balls to say that around family members—let alone her boyfriend's mom and dad.
Both of which thought it was just as funny as Lucas—and slightly relieved at the sound that their son had yet to have sex.
They had both heard it on different occasions, but like she said he was a Scott—so every day they heard it was a big relief off their chest.
"What is it like"? Madison asked, with a smile looking at her boyfriend.
"What's what like"?
"Being the only virgin on the entire basketball team"?
"You're a virgin—and you're on the girl's team so you tell me".
"But, I'm not the only virgin, that's the difference," Madison told her boyfriend.
"You don't want my answer here—trust me," Jamie said looking back down at his cell phone.
"Oh, come on—enlighten me. Do they tease you any? I mean Chuck—Charles Scolnik of all people lost his virginity before you. There must come some torture with that. So, what's it like, baby"?
Jamie locked his phone and set it to the side, he did warn her.
"No, I don't get teased—because I'm the best on the team" Jamie informed her, with a cocky—pun intended, smile. "Because the longer you don't put out, the longer I'm a virgin the better I get—I have the strongest right arm on the whole team".
And there it was.
"Oh, my god" Brooke shrieked. "That's disgusting—Jamie".
Lucas, yet again found himself laughing. God how he missed Tree Hill.
Haley—looked as though she might pass out. The mother was mortified.
"She asked—twice".
"Was that really necessary"? Haley asked her son, throwing her hands on her hips.
"Oh, come on," Jamie said. "All guys do it—damn. We learn to do that before we tie our shoes".
"That's not true," Peyton said shaking her head.
"Yeah, it is" Lucas and Nathan—both, groaned, though not proud of their statement.
"I can't deal with you sometimes," Madison said, as she hid her face in her hands from embarrassment—through her boyfriend found quite a bit of amusement in the situation.
"We have been together for ten years—".
"Nine".
"Nine years" Jamie corrected himself. "We have spent the past nine years together and we already have three good years of foreplay behind us. It's a necessity".
"That's a bit dramatic," Haley said shaking her head. "Tell him, Nathan—we were together for months before we got married and you never did that".
"Two words," Nathan said looking into his wife's eyes. "Carpal tunnel".
"I can't believe men actually do that—that you actually do that" Madison said, shuttering at the mere thought.
"Maddi, it's not like we have a few kisses and that's it," Jamie said, though at this point no one—him included, understood why the conversation was still going. "When we kiss there is... grinding and touching of—things," he said suddenly feeling awkward about the conversation. "We have made out for hours and hours—so when we are done I come home and Brooke myself".
"Oh, my god" Brooke said, shrieking once more. "Who in the hell taught him that phrase"?
"Guilty," Lucas said with a smile, raising his hand.
"Can we all just stop?" Haley said, her face pale and her voice low—and somewhat whiny like a child who had been told no to a piece of candy. "I didn't even know you knew what that—was for".
Haley didn't need to clarify what the 'that' was, it was pretty clear when she found herself unable to look her son in the ey.
Maybe it was a joke. Maybe it wasn't.
But, Jamie laughed. And he laughed.
Although, Haley would have picked any other topic—literally anything else to talk about it was nice to see her son smile again. Laugh. Joke, with her.
"Ma" Jamie said shaking his head, hysterically rolling. "Come on I'm sixteen, I'm not six".
"Just knock before you go in his room" Nathan warned her.
"Twice," Lucas said. "I once didn't hear my mom—very traumatic experience".
"More traumatic than the time you couldn't"? Peyton asked, raising her eyebrows at him.
And for the first time in forty-five minutes—Lucas quit laughing.
Although, everyone else did. Except for Madison.
"He couldn't what"? Madison asked.
"Oh, my god" Jamie said throwing himself back on to the lawn chair covering his face with his hands.
"Have sex" Nathan said unable to complete a full sentence.
"Why are you laughing"? Haley said splashing water at her husband. "Do you not remember what happened after Jamie was born"?
"Whoa—" Lucas said, throughly wanting to hear the rest of that story. "What happened after Jamie was born".
"Well—".
"Look, I think childbirth is a beautiful thing" Nathan spoke before his wife had the chance to. "My girl has brought me, two, beautiful healthy children—naturally, it's just that...I was eighteen and young and maybe that's not something an eighteen-year-old should watch. I definitely shouldn't have watched, I watched Lydia and it was fine. I really think the age had something to do with it".
"Nate" Lucas warned before this story got any longer.
"I got a little gun shy".
"For four months," Haley said, interrupting him.
"You're telling me," Madison said holding her hand up. "That men—don't want sex sometimes"?
"Oh, no they want it," Peyton said. "They just can't—Perform it".
"Every man experiences at least once," Brooke told her.
Haley finally climbed the ladder, finding her way out of the pool and to the nearest towel—her toes revealing some similarity towards a raisin.
"Is anyone hungry"? Jamie asked as he picked his phone back up. "I'm starving".
"We just ate," Madison told him.
"That was two hours".
"Sex and food" Brooke whispered to Madison low enough no one else would hear, specifically Haley and Nathan. "The way to any man's heart".
"I'm going to run and grab a pizza—does anyone want one"?
"Yeah, my wallet is on the counter," Nathan told his son.
"I got it—anyone picky".
"No mushroom," Brooke said.
"Okay," Jamie said as he stood up. "Baby, you want to go"?
"No, I think I will stay here—if that's okay," she said, to which her boyfriend nodded. Not that she needed to ask. "Te Amo" she called to him as he walked away.
"Yo también te Quiero" Jamie called back as he walked towards the door.
Haley looked at Lucas, unable to actually communicate with words her eyes cut through him like glass—until he got the point.
"Wait," Lucas said, unwillingly considering how comfortable he was but unrecognizable by his voice. "J-Luke," he said standing up. "I'm going to ride with you if that's alright".
Jamie hesitated, but nodded "sure, yeah. That's fine".
The two walked through into the Scott family home, through the house, and out in the door in silence. It wasn't until the reached Jamie's car that either spoke. "You can take your shirt off now, you're parents won't see your tattoo" Lucas told his nephew, looking over his shoulder as if his parents knew nothing when in fact they did.
"What"? Jamie asked as he unlocked his vehicle.
Lucas rolled his eyes "you're far to smart to be playing dumb Jamie" he said.
"How did you know"? Jamie asked, hanging his head running his fingers through his blonde hair.
"It's one hundred and one degrees outside, no one and I literally mean no one would be wearing a long sleeve shirt unless you have a tattoo that I'm guessing you don't want Noah and Ally to see".
Jamie snickered but his uncle was, in fact, correct, though that wasn't how he knew about the tattoo.
"Was it a clean establishment"? Lucas asked, suddenly.
"Yeah, it's outside of Tree Hill," Jamie told him. "I went with the whole team, every year once all the freshman turns sixteen we go to this place where this guy works. It's no big deal, a couple of hundred bucks and we get our last name across our back, and our number then we get Ravens across our chest. It's basically our jersey—without the jersey".
Lucas nodded. "But, that wouldn't be even visible if you wore a t-shirt—so is that all that you got"?
Jamie shook his head. "Ever since we were kids Andre and I wanted to get a tattoo for Q, so before we went up there with the team we designed this wicked tattoo. It's got praying hands with these rosemary beads underneath a basketball, at the end rosemary beads is a cross and it has Q's name in it, the day he died, and the day he was born".
"Okay".
"Andre is going into engineering one day, he is a wiz—smart as hell. So, he got it on his back... small on his back".
"Just going to take a long shot and say you went in another direction"? Lucas asked.
"I was going to do the same thing—I swear," Jamie told him. "But, right before I left I got into it with mom and just wanted to piss her off because she pissed me off so I told the guy to—".
Jamie shook his head and finally just removed his shirt for his uncle to see for himself.
"I got a full cover half sleeve, he added some cool designs but it starts at my at my shoulder around my collar bone and ends just below my elbow," Jamie said. "Mom is going to freak".
"No," Lucas said, shaking his head—honestly. "She is going to kill you, we will have fried Jamie for dinner—get in the car before your parents see you".
The two got in the car, and Lucas watched as Jamie started the Engine and put the car into gear before pulling away—though he couldn't take his eye off his nephew's massive tattoo.
"This is why you don't make permeant decisions on temporary feelings," Lucas said, as he continued to observe the ink. "I mean don't get me wrong, whoever did a great job but you're not going to see the light of day for a very, very long time you know that right"?
Jamie simply nodded as he drove. "Could you stop staring at it"?
"I'm sorry, it's huge. It takes up half of your arm".
"Hence the phrase half sleeve".
"I remember when I got my tattoo—I was nervous to tell my mom, you must be absolutely mortified".
"I think she knew about the one on my back, I mean everyone on the team gets it," Jamie said. "Or she knew that I was going to do it, maybe she didn't. I thought I mentioned it to her, she said we would talk about it but that was last October after my first game. She might have forgotten but—".
"Jamie, forget about the one on your back, its Haley, she probably does know about it," Lucas said, though that probably was definitely he just wasn't going to mention that. "I don't even think she is going to notice it once she sees this—you don't have a visible piece of skin up here".
"I'm driving—can I have my arm back"?
"Right, sorry," Lucas said.
Jamie pulled his SUV off the road and parked next to a sidewalk before turning to face his uncle.
"I got the things—pissed, which I was going to get it anyways just smaller and on my back. But, I get it and I come home—ready to show it to her just to set her off" Jamie said.
"Naturally".
Typical teenager.
"But, then she had cooked me my favorite dinner and apologized and I couldn't tell her. She is going to be so mad" Jamie said.
"Exactly how long have you had that"?
"Almost three months".
"So, you went behind her back not just got one tattoo but two—one relatively large tattoo and have hidden it from your mom for a significant amount of time"?
There was no point in answering, everything Lucas said was right on the money.
Facts.
"Can I ask you something"? Jamie asked as he sat back in his seat.
"No, I'm not loaning you the money to get it lasered off," Lucas said immediately.
"No," Jamie said laughing at assumption, though he can't say it wasn't a good idea. "It's not that, it's not even about the tattoo".
"Okay, then what"?
"Well—it's just, I was—".
Jamie trailed off looking straight ahead at the stop sign in front of him, unable to make his lips move once more.
"I'm not a mind reader J-Luke," his uncle said. "What is is it"?
"Anything we talk about—it stays between us, right? You don't tell mom or dad or even aunt Peyton"?
"I don't tell Peyton what color underwear I'm writing about these days let alone anything else," Lucas said, though by the look he was getting that didn't answer his nephew's question. "Of course it stays between us".
"How old were you—when you first—the first time you" Jamie looked away, as he had trouble asking the question out loud as he looked at his uncle. "Sex" he blurted out. "How old were you your first time"?
Lucas was certain his eyes were so wide that his eyeballs would fall out, this was really happening.
Damn it.
"I was around your age," Lucas said. Close enough. "Why"? Lucas asked.
"Madison and I have never had sex—have you ever heard of girls above the waist rule"?
"That how she is"?
"Yeah—with extra venom," Jamie said. "Up until recently, she had this above the chin rule—no neck or anything. Now, it's nothing below the neck".
"Well that's progress," Lucas said with a shrug.
"Except I have a thirty-second rule when I even get to the neck," Jamie said running his fingers through his hair, with shaky hands. "That's not the point. The other day she mentioned she was close to being ready".
The writer of the family, the published freaking author—had no words. The man who makes a living, out of words was speechless. Instead, the only thing that came out of his mouth was "Oh".
Oh.
Lucas Scott, National Book Award Winner five times, New York Times best seller over a dozen different times said oh.
"Now it's all I can think about," Jamie said, unaware of his uncle's sudden comatose state in the passenger seat. "I mean sex is all I thought about before but this-this is different Uncle Luke. It's not exciting or sexy—my palms are sweaty. Every time we are alone and we kiss, I get nauseous—like I just ate at a Mexican restaurant in the bad part of town nauseous. She didn't specify when she would be ready, just that it would be soon. But, soon could mean a year or two—I'm freaking out".
"And you want to have sex, too right"?
If duh was a look, Jamie had it.
"Right," Lucas said, with a small chuckle. "Before we go any further protection—do you have protection"?
Lucas already knew that answer, from the snooping through his room portion earlier this week but some secrets need to stay secrets.
"Yeah," Jamie said.
"And you know how to—put—on," Lucas said, swallowing the large lump in his throat. "Correctly. And you got the correct size it's not too big or too small, some come in different sizes".
"I mean I guess. I don't know, I wasn't exactly going to ask for a fitting room when I purchased it".
This was more traumatic than the time he couldn't have sex.
Lucas suddenly had very bad feelings towards Haley James Scott, this was her idea and this is her fault.
"Okay, when you are alone—you really need to try it on," Lucas said, unable to look the teenager in the eye. "Most fit everyone—but there are some that are for men of a—larger portion. And some are for men—who—didn't quite make the cut. If you get one too small you can bust it—and if it's too big it can fall off".
Jamie listened, but unfortunately for Lucas, he had more questions. "But, she is on birth control, so how bad do we really need the condom"?
"Trust me I have been a teenaged boy—I know it's aggravating and you would much rather just rip the damn thing off and go— commando" of all the words to come to his mind in this situation. "But, even if she is on birth control—especially when it's your first—rodeo you don't know how her body can respond to the birth control".
"Can I ask you something—personal"?
There was a moment in his life Lucas remembered being in a life or death situation, he suddenly wished he had gone into the warm welcoming light.
This was his hell.
It had to be.
His brother has sex and sixteen years later Lucas is paying the piper.
"Yeah," Lucas said—though he wanted to say hell no.
"I know the basics, I mean I know the gist of how it works—but what do I do exactly"?
Oh, my God.
This could not be happening—but it was.
A/N Poor Luke!
So, about Jamie's tattoos and piercings and all that, that does have a much larger storyline to it. It's actually part of Jamie's key storyline. And I didn't just want to have him go out getting a random tattoos that still fell out of character for me so I did make them meaningful in a way and since basketball is such a large part of the series I incorporated that. But, like I said it does serve a greater purpose which will be revealed later on.
In one of the reviews by guest named Trish, they asked about Karen. In the story she is deceased and has been for a significant amount of time, when she passed Lucas was granted sole custody of his sister. Peyton and Lucas continue to travel for a little while before, now currently, moving back to tree Hill.
Julian and Karen are Deceased, which were two of my favorite characters, but the characters list is so long and I wrote a story years ago on another account that I tried to include everybody and it just got too chaotic. I don't want to happen with the to this story, but their deaths will be explained and explored in flashbacks.
For those asking for more Naley, the next chapter will be jammed packed with it.
But, Brucas fans will not be as happy because it will also have a lot of Peyton and Lucas, but it is the beginning of the end. Like I said Brucas is a very slow burn—but end game! (as it should have been)
Like I said before I started this chapter, it's really just a fun chapter to write and was more of a filler than anything else.
thanks for all the positive feedback that the story has already received, it helps me update so much faster.
Have a wonderful weekend!