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If you don't like sex, kissing, or mushy mushy lovey dovey Steph don't read any further. This chapter is filled with all of the above.
Now I've had the time of my life
No, I never felt like this before
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you
"You could make a man fall to his knees Haley James".
Haley turned around, quickly at the sound of her husband's voice, the pink dress that hugged her body perfectly catching in the wind from the fan in the window. The first thing she saw when she turned around was Nathan's eyes, but that wasn't all she saw. She found her husband dressed head to toe in black—leather jacket and all. It wasn't a look he sported often, or at all, and in the current moment, Haley couldn't think of why.
Although, there was denying he was her perfect Johnny—all except the dancing.
"Damn, my husband is so sexy," Haley said as she slowly ran her hands up Nathan, feeling the leather material of his jacket slowly graze her fingers.
"I hope you still say that when you're in the hospital after I drop you tonight," Nathan said.
Haley smiled, though she wasn't sure if it was a joke or not. Maybe she should have asked—but she didn't seem to care at this specific moment.
The wife and mother, that was dressed head to toe as Frances "Baby" Houseman, wrapped her arms tightly around her husband's neck and leaned up on her tiptoes planting her lips firmly against his.
There was something about her kiss, that even after all these years still seemed to get Nathan. He lifted his wife up with an arm, receiving a light squeal from his wife as he made his way towards the bed.
Haley never intended for it to be more than a kiss—appreciating her husband's appearance, but it quickly escalated and the clothes that she thought were so sexy on him found their way to their bedroom floor. As did hers. They both knew they would be late to Tric, especially Haley considering she had been looking forward to this night for weeks but even she didn't seem to care.
For now.
Lucas tugged on the black tie he had around his neck—though if he had it his way he would just rip the damn thing off. Which he would, in fact, do—later on, that night, but for right now the crooked tie look would just have to satisfy his wife.
Which it did.
"Sixty dollars—even" he heard as he walked down the staircase, and looked up to see a pizza delivery man standing at the door with his nephew.
Lucas watched as Jamie pulled cash out of his wallet, and handed it to the man before shutting the door with the pizza man's exit.
"You hungry"? Lucas asked as he watched Jamie walk across the living room with a stack of pizza boxes.
Jamie chuckled "Andre and Chuck are coming over. We are going to hang out, play on the PlayStation—" he glanced over his shoulder before whispering "drink a few beers" with a simple shrug. "Just chill," he said, with his voice at a regular tone this time.
"You got that much pizza for you and two other guys"? Luke asked.
Jamie rolled his eyes and smiled. "I'm not having a party—I swear," he told his uncle. "If I were going to do that I wouldn't do it while mom and dad are in town, they could come home at any minute. This pizza will last us until tomorrow night".
Lucas felt doubtful, but then he looked and Jamie's brand new thousand dollar gaming system was indeed hooked up to the large flat screen in the living room. Not to mention—the teenager was wearing a pair of Athletic shorts and a large pullover—that it was way too hot for, but Lucas knew it was to once again hide the large tattoo from his parents.
Either way, his outfit wasn't exactly party wear. Even for a teenager. And he had just bought sixty dollars for pizza, not many teenagers would do that if they were going out.
"You're really not having a party"? Lucas asked, confused.
"Contrary to popular belief, uncle Luke—teens don't party every weekend," Jamie told him as he kicked back on the couch. "I worked all day—I had to replace an Engine on a 94 Sedan".
Lucas tilted his head, in confusion. When he first arrived Haley was distraught over her son's behavior—which it made sense until moments like this.
"Why exactly are you wearing a suit"? Jamie asked as he looked at his uncle up and down.
"Peyton and I are going as Sean Penn and Madonna," Lucas said.
"Well".
"Well, what"?
"I thought you, Brooke, and Peyton would go as Jack, Janet, and Chrissy," Jamie said, with a grin as he opened the first pizza box.
Lucas would like to contact any previous statements.
"So, it's eighties night right"? Jamie asked, and his uncle nodded.
"Yeah".
"Then why is everyone dressing up like it's Halloween"? Jamie asked, curiously. "Mom and dad are full on dirty dancing, you and Peyton are living life like a virgin, and Andre said Skills has gone straight up Magic Johnson—what's the point"?
Lucas scratched the back of his head, unaware why this kid kept asking him all the questions. "Well, during the eighties—these were popular movies and celebrity couples—so with eighties night—" Lucas slowly trailed off.
"You have no clue do you"?
"Nope," Lucas told him honestly. "I could care less. My marriage is about to crash and burn so I'm just in the car holding on for dear life, my wife bought me a suit so I put the damn thing on. As long as there is whiskey, I don't care".
Jamie chuckled, lightly—until the sound of a phone ringing caught the attention of the two Scott men. Lucas pulled his phone out of his pocket, looked at it for a split second, before pressing the ignore button, and then dropping it back down into his pocket.
"Who was that"? Peyton asked as she walked into the living room with an overly large wedding dress on.
"It was a number from Charlotte," Lucas told his wife.
"Who is in Charlotte"? Jamie asked, not that it was his business although he didn't seem to care.
"No one," Lucas told his nephew. "That's why I didn't answer it, I don't answer phone numbers I don't know".
"Well, I'm not putting you as my emergency contact," Jamie said.
Lucas laughed, before awkwardly taking his wife's hand "you look beautiful" he told her. "Are you ready"?
"Aren't we driving in with Nathan and Haley"?
"We were—but they're going to be late".
"There car is still here—why don't one of us just run up the stairs—".
"Because," Lucas said taking his arm, wrapping it around his wife's waist and whispered, "when I came down it sounded like they were currently—indecently exposed".
"Oh".
Madison ran her dust rag over the empty table inside of Karen's café, she knew it was going to be a slow night. It always was on Saturday nights when Tric did anything special, for that she was thankful. She knew the night would consist of no more than ten customers, maybe a few deliveries, but the rest of the night would remain slow with the sight of the sun setting.
"Okay," Lily said. "Taste this one, tell me if I finally got it right," she told Madison as she sat the small cup down on the counter.
Madison smiled as she walked over to the counter, lifted the cup, and took a small sip. She smacked her lips together as she felt the warm liquid slid down her throat. "Better," she said nodding. "The cappuccino and latte machine is the hardest to get the hang of. But, you're doing great".
Normally, Madison utterly hated training new employees and as a manager, she would simply pass it off to someone else, but this was Lily's first day. She had ties with the girl, and her mother had been the original owner—not to mention she was related to Jamie in one way or another.
And lucky for Madison, not only was Lily great to be around but she was a quick study.
"I'm never going to get upset over my Starbucks order again," Lily said as Madison sat down on the stool.
"Well, you certainly won't around here—closest Starbucks is forty-five minutes outside of town".
"What"? Lily asked, her jaw dropping. "Are you serious"?
Madison laughed at her reaction "the café and a dinner a couple of miles away are the only things we have that is going to get you your caffeinated drink for the day. But, if you're a Starbucks drinker—I would stay with the café the dinner only serves coffee. And it's cold most of the time".
Lily looked as though she had just had her heart broken, although it didn't last long. After hearing the news she sprang into action and quickly started attempting to make her favorite orders when she visited a Starbucks.
"So, are you and Jamie cousins or what"? Madison asked.
Lily shrugged, she had really never thought of it so she wasn't quite sure on that answer, though it was a logical one. There was some relation, somewhere. "My dad and his grandfather were brothers, my brother is actually my brother and my cousin. Nathan is my first cousin—so that would make Jamie my second. I think".
"I'm sorry about your dad, Jamie told me that story once," Madison said.
"Thank you," Lily said sincerely. "Luke—is annoying and overbearing and he nags—a lot. Over everything, but I could never imagine doing what Dan did. I'm happy he is dead, but there is a part of me that wishes he wasn't".
"Really? Why"?
"Because I want to know why he did it," Lily said shaking her head. "He stole my father from me before I ever had the chance to know him, to love him. I lost my mom a couple of years ago, and that hurts—like hell. But, I have memories with her—when I get sad about it I can sit down and think of something, anything, and smile. I can't do that with my dad. I only have pictures, and the what if stories Lucas tells me. I have always wanted to look him in the eyes, and ask him why he did it. That was his brother, you're supposed to protect your siblings—not hurt them".
Madison looked up at Lily, she continued to work but her eyes looked like glass. The way she nibbled on her bottom lip told Madison how much it broke Lily, how tormented she was over the unknown.
"Here sit down," Madison said pointing to the stool next to her, and she watched as Lily hesitated—as though she wanted to keep working, probably a way to not allow her mind to escape to the place she was heading. But, after a few passing moments, she nodded and sat in the stool next to Madison. "It's not fair, it won't ever be fair. But, maybe it's good that you won't ever know those answers. I know you think you want them, you do in fact want to know them, but—from what I know Dan was a horrible human being. Even Jamie has said it, I think the last place you need to be is inside the man of a man capable of stealing his brother's life".
Lily had never thought of it like that before, though it didn't take the pain away Madison was right.
"Jamie is really lucky to have you," Lily told Madison, smiling.
"Oh, I know," Madison told her with a wide smile. "When he forgets I remind him—which is pretty much every day".
"How long have you two been together"?
"Since we were in grade school, he has been my boyfriend as long as I can remember," Madison told her.
"Seriously"?
"I always counted it from the first time we met," Madison said with a small laugh. "When my parents moved from France, neither spoke English. So, they hired an English tutor from the time I was one. I started going to school when we were in the first grade, and that's when I met Jamie—and he has been a pain in my ass ever since".
"You're from France"?
"No," Madison told her. "My parents are—Well my mother is, my mother was born and raised in Sarlat-la-Canéda, My father is from Spain—unfortunately, they were deported when I was seven—They live in Barcelona, and I'm a US citizen so—".
"You haven't seen your parents since you were seven"?
"No," Madison said shaking her head. "It cost a lot of money to travel to To a place like that, I don't even have a passport yet. That's why I work so much so that one day I can go visit them. They have been denied access to the United States for now—all because they didn't report a change of address. I had already started school when they were deported and they didn't want to move me away from my friends that I already had, and I speak better English than I do Spanish, so it just made more sense to them to let me stay Where I had grown up".
Lily couldn't decide which was worse, longing to have her parents on this earth or them being here and unable to see them.
"Do you live by yourself"? Lily asked though she was certain she hadn't lived by herself since she was seven.
"No, my parents bought a house and I live there with my former teacher—Lauren, and her son".
The two girls had hit it off from the moment they were introduced to one another, but with most of the residents at Tric—leaving the café the girls really took an interest in getting to know each other.
"So, do you cheer"? Lily asked Madison as she had begun filling the salt and pepper shakers.
"God, no" Madison said with a laugh.
"Sorry," Lily said with a laugh. "I think I just assumed, Jamie is in basketball and the basketball players always date the cheerleaders".
"Jamie has a bigger chance of being a cheerleader than I do. I'm the shooting guard for the girl's basketball team" Madison informed her.
"So, you and Jamie both play basketball—and you're together. That's so love and basketball, best movie ever by the way" Lily said. "So, do you two score or strip? For two basketball players—that has to be the best foreplay".
Madison giggled but confused her new friend when she shook her head. "Jamie and I—we have never had sex. We have never seen each other naked, he has seen me in a swimsuit but I have never even let him see me in my underclothes. That's probably weird".
"Wait," Lily said. "You two—you're a virgin"?
"A lot of sixteen-year-old girls are virgins".
"Yes, that's not the shocking part—the shocking part is that you have been with him for years and years and you have never" Lily trailed off, though Madison still shook her head in response. "Not even a little bit"?
"Erm—I don't really understand that statement but no. Nothing. We kiss a lot but that's it".
"Wow. Wow. I don't mean it like that—I think that's great" Lily told her. "Trust me if I could go back and be with some guy for the first time that totally cared about me the way he cares about you I would. That must be nice, knowing no matter what happens—even if you split up, you can always say that you lost your virginity to someone who loved you more than anything."
Madison froze as she listened to Lily's words—that was the first time anything about sex made sense to her.
"I traveled so much, I have never even been in a real relationship" Lily explained. "So, I had sex with some guy back in Germany just to get it over with. If I had known that we would be moving—permanently to Tree Hill I would have waited. If I could trade places with you I would—except for the Jamie part, that's disgusting".
Nathan walked into Tric holding the hand of his wife as they both took a quick scan of the room. Haley smiled at her new view, knowing this would be one of her favorite nights she would ever spend at Tric. And it had yet to officially start.
"This is probably what the tour bus to Guns-N-Roses looked like," Haley said with a wide grin.
"Way too much neon," Nathan said shaking his head.
Although the lights were off—every single one of them, the bright lights kept it nearly visible. The two could see one another, but the rest was a guess.
"When did Chuck's mom start working here"? Nathan asked.
"I'm not sure" Haley responded.
"Is this the best place for a former alcoholic to work"?
"She has been sober for a couple of years, she seems to be doing really good. And she is just a waitress—I wouldn't worry too much about it. She has come too far to fall back now, we wouldn't let her—there is Lucas".
Haley practically drugs her husband to the bar where Lucas stood with Brooke and Peyton.
"This is awesome," Haley told the three. "Hey bartender" she called for a Chase, who quickly walked over after serving two customers. "We would like five shots—keep it with the theme of the night".
Chase laughed and nodded before returning with three shots "the slippery nipple" he told them. "Enjoy".
Despite the name, the three all picked their drinks up.
"Cheers" Haley said, excitedly.
The group of five turned their small glasses up and downed the liquid in less time then it took to make them.
"Woo" Brooke said smacking her lips. "I can't believe Chase made that, it was good".
"Oh, my god" Peyton said as a new song started. "Def Leppard, Who is dancing with me"?
"Me" Brooke told her grabbing her best friends hand.
Although, he wasn't sure which one of the girls grabbed his hand Nathan found himself pulled on to the dance floor.
Haley smiled as she watched her husband dance, he was a dork and aside from the occasional slow dance—he wasn't blessed with any particular moves. But, he was her dork.
"Damn, my husband looks so hot," Haley said elbowing Lucas in the ribs.
"Dude" Lucas said shaking his head. "So gross".
"No, you're supposed to say something about Peyton now".
Right. Of course.
How could he forget?
"Damn—look at them chicken legs".
Haley rolled her eyes "You can't even see her legs" she said as she picked up a menu from the bar. "Long Island ice tea sounds promising—what do you think? I'll order two".
Before Lucas had the opportunity to respond—she was already ordering. Moments later Chase brought the two a drink as they each sat down at a stool at the bar, and began sipping on their drink.
"So, Jamie—".
"I'm not telling you what we talked about" Lucas interrupted her before she could say anything. "I don't want to break his trust, so stop asking".
"That's not what I was going to ask," Haley said, although Lucas didn't believe that for two seconds. She didn't either. "Fine. That's what I was totally going to ask" Haley admitted. "I just—".
"Do you know why Keith was such an amazing uncle"?
"Because he was Keith—that alone entails a whole lot of awesome and perfect—".
"No," Lucas said. "I mean yes—but not my point. When I told him something, confided in him—he didn't run and tell my mom. I'm sure he would if it was a life or death situation, and if Jamie ever puts himself in danger I will tell you no questions ask" he said. And he meant it. "But, you asked me to talk to him, feel him out—make sure he is not getting into things he shouldn't be. I agreed, I never once said I would tell you what we talked about or what he told me".
Haley poured, like a toddler who hadn't gotten their way. But, Lucas simply laughed—for the past twenty-four hours his best friend and sister-in-law had continually tried to pry the information her son gave Lucas.
It had yet to work.
"This is all I'm going to tell you—he is a normal kid," Lucas said. "Is he doing things maybe he shouldn't? Of course. He is a teenager, we all experimented—even you drank. But, it's Saturday night and he isn't at some party he is at your house, hanging out with friends. You could have it a lot worse—that's not saying he doesn't party. I'm sure he does, but you and Nate—both of you are freaking out over something that isn't there".
"He has changed-".
"Of course he has, he isn't a kid anymore and that scares the hell out of you," Lucas said.
He wasn't wrong. They both knew that.
"I just wish he would talk to me—he hadn't seen you in years and just completely opened up to you like no time in the world had passed," Haley said.
"Do you know why that is"?
"Yes, no. I don't know".
"Because he is a teenager and a boy. I loved my mom so much, but when I was sixteen she was the last person in the world I wanted to talk to about—anything" Lucas told her. "I know it's hard to hear but you and Nathan are looking for something that isn't there. You need to stop wanting to be his friend, those days are over. You need to be his mom, he is going to act out and get into trouble—he will never agree with you until he moves out, probably. But, compared to a lot—he is a pretty damn good kid".
Sometime during Lucas' rant, Haley had disposed of her drink—and a refill. She probably would have drunk another—because she was certain he wasn't done but he pulled his phone out of his pocket that was lit up.
It had to be vibrating, there was no way he heard it ringing over the loud music. But, he pressed the ignore button and stuffed his phone back into his pocket.
"You can step outside and take that—I will be alright," Haley told him.
"No," he told her. "I don't answer numbers I don't know, it's the second time tonight someone from Charlotte has called my phone".
"I'm thinking they want something".
"Then they can leave a message," Lucas said before turning back towards Haley. "Where was I"?
"Lecturing me about Jamie—something about he is a damn good kid," Haley said as she sucked the last of her drink through the straw.
"Right, whatever the case might be—I'm not going to be your spy. If you want to know what's going on with Jamie. You didn't want to invade his privacy—this is the same thing".
"What about the weed"?
"Hales, it's weed, I just said he is going to experiment—but I did do a drug test on the employees the other day I sent it off it will be back in seven to ten business days—but unless he comes back on something hard—I won't tell you".
"You're so stubborn".
"Pot meet Kettle".
"You have no idea what you're talking about," Chuck told Jamie with a shrug as the teen stuffed over half of a pizza into his mouth.
"They won the playoffs—three years in a row," Jamie said, before finishing off what little liquid he had in his beer bottle. "You're not really sitting there telling me that was just luck".
"No" Chuck admitted, honestly. "They had a home court advantage".
"Home court advantage my ass" Jamie said shaking his head. "You're either good or you're not, it doesn't matter if you play at your home court or away or in freaking Timbuktu".
Chuck shook his head "that's bull and you know it. When you're playing at home you have a huge advantage. That's the same court you practice on every single day, so when you're playing an opponent—they are on your turf. You have the upper hand".
"Skill is skill, I'll kick your ass on your turf or mine" Jamie disagreed. "The place is not important, it's the skill".
"Yeah, well basketball is a team sport it's not just about your skill—it's about the twenty other guys on the team, not just you, you know J-Luke".
"I didn't mean it like that if you would open your ears for five minutes—".
"You know Alzheimer's—that's genetic" Andre cut in before Jamie could finish or Chuck could put a sentence together. "I didn't that. Mom—she sometimes goes back to her childhood or she thinks I'm dad—once she thought I was Q" he said as he rubbed his palms together. "I just want you two to know—if I end up with moms disease, and I loose my mind—and I come back and relive this moment, I will physically hurt the both of you".
"Oh, now he started it" Chuck said pointing at Jamie like children in trouble. "You know he always starts it".
"I do not".
"Do so" Chuck said, and turned to his other friend. "Tell him."
Andre paused, and in the spirit of putting this argument to an end he looked at Jamie and said: "you do tend to start it—a lot".
"Ha," Chuck said turning and pointing at Jamie, who sat with his jaw hanging wide open.
"And you are just as bad, you always disagree with him—just to get a rise out of him," Andre told Chuck, who suddenly dropped his finger—and pouted, to which Jamie smiled. "You two are more aggravating than a hemorrhoid during a parade".
"Have much experience with that do ya"? Chuck asked, raising an eyebrow.
It was meant as a joke, but Chuck suddenly wasn't sure if he wanted Andre to answer that or not.
"Shut up," Andre said.
"That's not an answer," Jamie said with a wide grin.
Andre rolled his before gathering the empty beer bottles and standing up.
"Where you going"? Jamie asked.
"Someone has to get rid of this before Nathan and Haley get home," Andre said, shaking his head.
A few moments later Andre returned, only to find that Chuck and Jamie had cracked opened a few more beers.
Except now the two were sitting side by side, laughing like two hyenas, on the couch.
"Don't you think you two have had enough"? Andre said dropping his head at the sight.
"Nope," Jamie said with a loud pop.
"Not at all" Chuck agreed, with a dramatic head shake. "You're only a four—I'm not drunk until you're cute enough to sleep with".
Jamie bust out laughing, but only briefly.
"Oh, what would you know"? Andre said. "Last I checked—you have no clue what he is talking about. Why don't you leave this conversation to the big boys".
Jamie grabbed one of his moms throw pillows on the couch and lunged it at his friend.
"Ouch," Andre said sarcastically, rolling his eyes before tossing it to the side.
An hour passed, and quickly too. Chuck and Jamie each found themselves over ten beers drunk—until Andre disposed of the remaining beers that had not been drunk by his two idiotic friends.
But, they found energy drinks—so now instead of drinking until they passed out the two were energetically drunk.
Which felt worse. Much, much worse.
'And your eyes, your eyes, your eyes
They tell me how much you care
Ooh yes,
You will always be
My endless love'
Nathan held Haley close in his arms, as the two sway together—like many other couples on the dance floor.
Peyton and Lucas included, though neither had looked at one another since the song began.
But, Nathan however—held his wife as closely as he could without it being deemed inappropriate—not that he cared. He held her hand in his, their fingers interlaced perfectly, and his opposite arm tightly around her waist.
"I miss you" Nathan heard Haley say, though for a split second he wasn't entirely certain she had spoken until he looked down at his wife who had her eyes closed as she leaned her head against his chest.
"I'm right here," Nathan said, slightly confused by his wife's statement.
"I know it's just I miss you," Haley said, leaning back to tilt her head to look up at her husband, not making anything less confusing for him. "I miss ya. I miss this" she admitted sliding her hand up and down his chest. "I know that we have jobs and responsibilities—but this is important, too. Look at Luke and Peyton—".
"Don't?" Nathan said shaking his head before his wife could finish her thought. "I'm not Luke and you sure as hell aren't Peyton, that's not going to happen to us".
"But, it already has".
"What"?
Nathan knew his wife, and he knew what she was and was not capable of. He knew there was no way she would ever cheat on him, he trusted Haley more than he had ever trust himself—and he knew he didn't cheat. So, he was quite confused by her statement, causing a small giggle from his wife.
"Not in the fashion they are currently going through," Haley said pinching the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. "But, we are divided".
"You're talking about—".
"Jamie" Haley said nodding her head. "After we made that deal the other day, I couldn't sleep. It was the first time—as long as I can remember that I fell asleep and I wasn't laying in your arms. We slept with our backs to each other".
"You were asleep when I home, I had some work to do I turned away so the light from my computer wouldn't wake you and then I fell asleep reading".
"The sleeping thing isn't the big picture here—I don't want us to be divided, about anything. I know that right now with Jamie—it's complicated" Haley admitted. "But, I want us to come to an agreement together not I do my thing and if it doesn't work we will try yours. We have never worked that way, I don't want us to start now".
Nathan softly smiled, as he held her face in his hands and softly brought her lips to his, even if for a brief second they felt like the only two in the room.
"Get a room," Skills said.
"Yeah, songs over" Brooke agreed as she walked out on to the dance floor holding Skills hand.
Nathan and Haley laughed, they weren't sure when it was but the slow song they were dancing to had in fact ended.
Tommy used to work on the docks,union's been on strike
He's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day working for her man
She brings home her pay, for love, for love
Haley grabbed her husbands hand and pulled him over to the middle of the floor where Skills and Brooke were dancing.
"No, no," Brooke said waving her finger. "This is for single people—only. You're not living on a prayer—you're living on the whole damn religion with the kiss I just saw".
Haley laughed before wrapping her arm around Brooke, and despite her comment—which was most definitely meant as a joke, began dancing with her friend.
"Where are Luke and Peyton"? Nathan asked, looking over his shoulder to find they had disappeared.
Lucas laughed, as he helped his wife lift the large bottom over her overly large Wedding dress she was wearing, as the two ran down the stairs at the exit of tric. The two stumbled and laughed their way through the parking lot, as they searched for their vehicle.
"Out of all the outfits Madonna wore—and I chose this" Peyton said, laughing after her another near trip.
Lucas turned around to find Peyton had lifted the bottom of her wedding dress to remove the shoes she had been wearing, before tossing them to the side with no regards as to who picks them up or if she would ever see them again. The blonde then ran to catch up with her husband and he grabbed her hand, as she helped him scan the parking lot she suddenly felt her feet pulled out beneath her.
Lucas had lifted his wife up and had her pinned against something, a vehicle—Peyton only hoped that it was theirs. But, for the moment she didn't care, neither of them did.
She wrapped her legs tightly around Lucas' waist, although it was much more difficult than it had ever been—once again her dress got the blame. Peyton felt Lucas lips on her neck and heard a rattling, which she assumed was the sound of his belt.
"Your damn dress" Lucas said—aggregated before Peyton heard a large ripping sound.
Neither cared how much money she had paid for it, or that she planned to return it first thing Monday morning. For now, it was the only thing standing between the married couple—and parts of it did.
Peyton wanted to smile but found it very difficult. It was the first time she had been intimate with her husband, in months, and they were in the parking lot of a club like teenagers, not like a couple who had been married for a decade.
The two kissed—their lips rough as they tangled with one another's, their movements out of sync after the time they spent apart—sexually, and the lack of emotion the moment between them had. It all went recognized by both, but neither spoke of it.
At least not right now.
Madison turned the key, locking the café as she left—taking one last scan inside the building through the door to make sure everything was intact. It was probably why she was Haley's favorite employee, although Lily would be running a close second very soon. That is if it wasn't a tie.
"That was so much fun," Lily said, as Madison came off the last step next to her.
"Just wait—you get to work Monday morning with me," Madison told her. "Tonight was a slow night, but Monday mornings will make you question your sanity".
Lily laughed "I don't care," she said shaking her head. "It's the first time in my life I have felt like a normal teenager".
"So, you have never gone to school"? Madison asked, and Lily shook her heads. "How did you make friends"?
"I didn't," Lily told her with a shrug. "Besides Jamie—you're my first friend. That is if you consider yourself my friend, I mean technically you're my boss—".
"I'm your friend" Madison assured her. "I have grown up with Chuck and Jamie and Andre—I don't think I have ever had a friend that had a vagina".
Lily laughed "then come over, stay the night. We are both off tomorrow, we can have a—what are they called? A sleepover. We can do one of those".
Madison hesitated, at first but eventually said "okay".
The two climbed into Madison's car, and she drove them quickly to Jamie's house. It was a route she was all too familiar with, but they talked the whole way. It was oddly refreshing, for both of them. They neither one had ever had someone they could talk to like they were talking with each other.
It wasn't until they walked through the door of Nathan and Haley's home that they realized that moment was over.
"What in the hell is going on"? Madison said, immediately, indicating she had been taking care of these boys far too long.
The three boys stood—side by side dancing, in their underwear—wearing cowboy hats.
Lily smiled, and then she laughed, all while Madison stood with her hands on her hips like a mother. It was proving just how long she had been putting up with the three.
"Hey, baby," Jamie said.
"Don't you Hey baby me, James Lucas" Madison said as she walked further into the house.
"We were just—" Chuck began.
"I saw what you three were doing," Madison said, as she shut the horrible country music off. "I see beer bottles, cigarettes, and what I'm hoping is an unused condoms—".
"We were blowin—" Jamie began.
"I don't care. That's what I see. What I don't see is your moms clean—organized house. What if I had been your parents"? Madison asked him.
"Well, then I probably wouldn't be able to get out of trouble with a kiss," he said wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
"The liquor—the beer, and not to mention the tattoo they still don't know about. You would be grounded until the end of time and we have our annual camping trip coming up" she said pinching the bridge of her nose shaking her head. "The fact that you don't get grounded for your head being shoved up your ass is beyond me".
Jamie smiled, before leaning down and kissing his girlfriend. It didn't completely eliminate her anger, though she did kiss him back.
"Well," Chuck said shaking his head. "I'm sober".
Madison pulled away from Jamie before turning to Andre and said: "you are supposed to be the responsible one".
"I am," he said honestly. "I only had three beers, I don't know what happened".
Chuck laughed, "we spiked his beers—then spiked his drinks".
"Okay," Madison said "that explains that. You three go upstairs—shower".
"Together"? Chuck said wrapping his arms around his two friends and winking.
"Eww".
"Get the hell off me".
"I don't care," Madison told him, ignoring her boyfriend and best friends reaction—ultimately telling her that they would not be showering together. "Just go shower. There are five showers in this house, find one—you three smell like the inside of Charlie Sheen's house".
"And just how would you know that my little french, chérie," Jamie said puckering his lips out—and not in a sexy way.
"Her dad is from Spain" Lily added. "So, she isn't just French".
"Fine" Jamie said nodding holding his hands up in surrender. "My little—querida".
"You're like a dog with a bone, James" Madison told him.
"She just called you James," Chuck said elbowing his friend in the ribs. "You're in trouble now".
"All three of you will be in a massive amount of trouble if you don't get upstairs and take a shower to wash that horrible stink of alcohol off of you".
"I'll go—Antwon made me clean his room last time I got in trouble. The most traumatic thing I have ever endured—and I'm nearly an orphan".
"Come on Jamie," Chuck said as he and Andre disappeared up the staircase.
Madison assumed her boyfriend had been following his friends but found herself to be wrong when she suddenly found her lips locked with Jamie's. She hated when he was drunk, but oh she loved the way kissed her when he had been drinking.
"You need a shower," Madison said, regretfully pulling her lips away from his. "You taste and smell like whiskey".
Madison had yet to see a liquor bottle, but she was certain she would find the evidence briefly.
"Why don't you come with me"? He whispered in her ear, before planting a small just before her lobe. "You could help shower me off—I forgot what soap was".
It was a joke, she knew that. Jamie wasn't one to pressure her, never had been. It was his absolute best quality.
"I need to clean up your mess," Madison told him, running her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "But, maybe on our camping trip".
And she turned to walk away, to leave him with that. Dramatic exit and all, or that was the plan anyway.
Jamie grabbed his girlfriend by her hand and pulled her into the secluded hallway, backed her against the wall, and pinned his body against hers.
Madison looked up at Jamie as he took both of her hands, interlacing their fingers "don't tease" he said, smiling.
"When have you ever known me to tease"?
Jamie's smile dropped, she had a point. The blonde looked into the eyes of his girlfriend, and she never broke. She never smiled, she never laughed or looked at him with her 'got you' look.
"I—erm—I don't understand," Jamie said, though he wasn't sure how or why those were the words he landed on. "When you said you were about ready—I guess I just assumed you meant months or even a year, I didn't know you meant this... soon".
"Do you not want to"?
Was she kidding?
Jamie wanted to roll his eyes, how could she even ask him that. But, he figured that probably would not be in his best interest—instead he grabbed both sides of her face and he kissed her. Lightly. Softly.
"Of course I want to—have sex with you," Jamie said, though he never thought he would have to assure her of that. It felt odd to him, to even say it. "I'm just surprised is all. I don't want this to come out the wrong way" he said, scratching the back of his head. "Why"?
"Why what"?
"Why do you suddenly want to have sex? This has been an issue for us—for a while and I want to have sex with you—god I want to have sex with you" he said, causing her to laugh at his desperate words. "But, I just need to know this is what you want—I need to make sure that this—that I didn't influence your decision in any way. I need to know this is your decision and not mine, baby girl".
Madison bit her lip, oh this boy makes her weak in the knees sometimes.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I want you," she said softly running her fingernails down his bare chest, causing a chill to run down his spine. "I want all of you. This is my decision, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else—but if something happened, I'm not saying that it would" she quickly said before her boyfriend spoke up defensively over their relationship. "But, if it did—I never want it to be anyone else".
"It never will be," he told her. "Is that the only reason"?
"No," she said with a smile and looked around to make sure they were alone, but still lowered her voice as she talked. "I want this. Us. When we kiss—you know how I have my boundaries"?
"You mean your rules from hell"? He asked with a small laugh. "First it was no below the chin, now it's no below the neck and even with that I have a thirty-second timer from the second I hit the neck—".
"Do you know why"? She asked, and he shook his head. "Because, I didn't want to make this rush decision because of how you made me feel in that moment, I wanted to make this decision—over my body, a decision I can never take back, over how you make me feel when you're not around. We have been together our whole life, but I didn't want that to be the reason we became physical. That's not a good enough. Sex is a big deal for me, but I am ready. I want to be with you, every way there is to be because of how I feel about you, even though you're a drunken idiot right now you still are making sure that I really am ready. You love me that much—you tell me how much you love me every day, now I want you to show me".
Jamie didn't hesitate before he brought her lips to his, kissing her—brushing his lips softly against hers.
"Ahem" the two heard—after what could have been forever, then turned to find Lily standing at the end of the hallway. "Don't mean to interrupt—that was Lucas. He was making sure I got home safely, he said the night is starting to wind down and they should be home in a couple of hours—if that".
"Okay, thanks," Madison told her.
The two watched as Lily walked away before Jamie wrapped one arm around his girlfriend's waist and said "I'll go take that shower now" with a small smile.
"Wait," Madison said taking his hand "what's your favorite color"?
"Odd change of topic—".
"On me"? Madison asked as she ran her fingers along the rim of his boxers.
Jamie swallowed hard—pun intended as he looked down at his girlfriend. It was hard for him to pick a specific color she looked absolutely stunning in everything she wore, but he remembered a night they attended a banquet with his parents that made him well aware that his feelings went far beyond emotional.
"Red".
Madison bit on her bottom lip and nodded. "Go," she told him. "And cover that tattoo up, you're not getting grounded for the next two weeks".
"I'll kiss my parent's ass if I have to".
It was the first time Peyton and Lucas had been intimate, in what Peyton was certain had been forever but she never felt more distant from her husband. She watched from afar as he spoke on the phone with his sister, and fastened his belt. The troubled wife wasn't sure what had come over the man she had spent the last decade married to, and she didn't ask. She wasn't sure if it had finally just been too long, the alcohol, or if he had finally forgiven her—she remained hopeful of the last option though she was pretty certain it wasn't that one.
"What are you doing"? Lucas asked.
Peyton looked up "I'm trying to rip the rest of this dress around, it's ripped right up the middle—I'm pretty sure someone would know," she told him.
"Here, I'll do it".
Peyton didn't have time to respond before she heard the sound of her dress ripping, and she watched as Lucas tore it. What had started off as a beautiful wedding dress had quickly turned into a mini dress with ridged edges.
"Erm—thank you," Peyton said, surprisingly shocked by her husband's strength.
Lucas disposed of the remains of the dress as the two began to make their way back inside.
"Alright," Peyton said coming to a quick stop. "Where did that come from"?
"I'm sorry"? Lucas asked as he turned to face her. "Did you not enjoy that"? He asked tilting his head.
"We haven't had sex in months, and even when things were good you would never have sex with me where anyone could see—not even in a hotel room on the tenth floor with the curtains open. I'm just trying to understand".
"It must not have been that good if you're asking questions about it," Lucas said with a shrug. "Or maybe it's only fun when it's a stranger and your husband is at home taking care of your sick child".
Peyton froze. She felt sick. She wasn't sure how many more times she could handle hearing those words.
"That—was because of-".
"I'm going back inside" Lucas announced before Peyton had a chance to even form a sentence in her head.
He didn't know if she followed him inside, he didn't know if she left, and he didn't care. Lucas walked inside and joined his friends, knowing good and well he never had questioned any of their loyalty.
"Where the hell have you been"? Nathan asked his brother.
"Nowhere important," he said with a shrug. "What did I miss"?
Nathan went to respond, but the music stopped and the room went delicately quite.
"Alright" the DJ spoke over the silenced club. "Now, it's time for you to bring your gal on to the dance floor—and have the time of your lives".
Haley nearly leaped out of her skin as she grabbed her husband's hand and pulled him out on the dance floor.
"Nate can't dance," Skills said. "What the hell do they think they are doing"?
"They have been rehearsing—for days," Brooke told him.
"I pray to God he doesn't drop her," Lucas said.
There were a few extra couples on the floor, but the three watched Nathan and Haley as the song began. The beginning was simple, it was easy—even for Nathan.
It was when the tempo changed, and sped up to an upbeat rhythm that the three were left shocked. Step for step. Move for move. The couple lit up the dance floor.
"Well," Skills said putting his hands on his hips. "I'll be damned".
"They really are Johnny and Baby," Brooke said as she sipped on her drink, with awe in her eyes.
"Yeah" Luke agreed. "If Johnny and Baby got married in high school instead of tearing up the floor of a country club".
Brooke rolled her eyes at Lucas, although she smiled at the same time.
"Woo" Brooke yelled at her friends, as the rest of the couples had made their way off of the floor. Rightly so. Nathan and Haley moved together, perfectly.
"I can't watch," Lucas said.
The lift.
Lucas had spent enough times watching dirty dancing with the many women in his life to know what was coming next. He covered his eyes, nervous that the next thing he would hear was going to be a crash and sirens.
But, he didn't.
Lucas heard claps and cheers and when he opened his eyes his baby brother had his Haley lifted above his head.
"Holy hell," Lucas said, his mouth hanging wide open—but a smile across his face as he joined the rest of the crowd clapping.
"Tutor girl still has it," Brooke said.
Lucas didn't ask, but instead, he grabbed Brooke's hand and pulled her out on to the dance floor. She was shocked at first, but like so many other couples that joined Nathan and Haley, they moved to the rhythm of the beat.
"Alright," Lucas said, as they danced close to Nathan and Haley. "How did you teach him that? What's your secret"?
"Natural and raw talent," Nathan told his brother before Haley could answer.
"And my bare ass to kiss," Lucas said.
Haley laughed as she watched Lucas and Brooke dance and swing and dip and move together, for a split second she forgot who Peyton Sawyer was. That was until she looked up and saw the blonde standing in the door, for only a split second. After seeing her husband dancing with another woman, her best friend she stormed out the door.
"I should go after her," Nathan said.
"Don't?" Haley said. "Look," she said pointing at Lucas and Brooke, the two were laughing as they danced. "Going after her is probably the right thing and she will come back in here then they will either make up or fight. But, look how happy they are—Brooke and Lucas".
"Yeah".
"I'm sorry," Haley said, shaking her head. "I just haven't forgiven Peyton—and it just drives me crazy when you talk to her" she admitted.
"What she did is wrong Hales—I'm not denying that but she has no one in her corner right now".
"She had a whole team," Haley told him. "She made the decision to sleep with a man, a man who was not her husband. I don't want to talk about Peyton".
Haley took her husbands hand and led him off the dance floor, to the back, and into Tric where she shut and locked the door.
"I want to talk about sexy my husband is," Haley said as wrapped her arms around Nathan's neck, kissing him. "You were so sexy out there".
Nathan pushes Haley up against the locked door, and he kissed her. First smoothly, brushing his lips softly against hers, but as she pushed the leather jacket off of him to the floor their lips moved together like wildfire.
It was dark inside of Tric and they couldn't see each other very well but they mad due as they heard their new favorite song come to an end.
Haley wasn't sure when or how—or why, but she sat on Nathan straddling him on top of the pool table. Kissing him. Ripping open his black button up shirt, not caring that he still had to wear his shirt home.
Right now she only had one thing on her mind.
Him.
Nathan.
All of him.
Right now.
And for forty-five minuets on a pool table in the back of Tric, that's all that stayed on her mind.
Brooke couldn't take it anymore, even though Haley and Nathan's front door was five feet away. She bent over and removed her shoes—the most uncomfortable shoes ever made. She was certain of that.
"No wonder red was such a popular color in the eighties," Brooke told Lucas as she balanced against him, removing one shoe after the other.
"Why's that"? He asked, confused.
Brooke assumed Lucas thought she was just really drunk and rambling, it wasn't out of character. But, she knew what she was talking about.
"Because the inside of every woman's shoes was covered with their blood—it would blend in," She told him. "No one would be able to notice".
"Hasn't red always been a popular color"?
"You're missing my point," Brooke said, as she removed her second shoe.
Lucas took her shoes out of her hand and laughed, as the two noticed headlights in the dark night.
"Nathan and Haley are home," Lucas said pointing at the vehicle approaching them.
"Was they finally able to pull themselves off one another"? Brooke asked, rolling her eyes. "Everyone got laid tonight—except me. You and Peyton had hot sex out in the parking lot—Naley had sex—twice and my vagina has dust on it".
"How do you know what me and Peyton did"? Lucas asked as Nathan parked his car and shut off the Engine off. "Or how many times they had sex? And when did they have sex a second time—".
"Please, I'm Brooke Davis—I'm like the weather woman for sex," she told him as she tied her hair on top of her head. "It's a talent".
The sex with Peyton hadn't been great, well it was—it started off great. But, halfway through Lucas ran into issues, he could only picture his wife with another man. So, since he was picturing things, he pictured Brooke. It was the only way it was ever going to end.
Although, he wouldn't never tell her that, or at least right now. He would, eventually.
"Where is Peyton"? Nathan asked, as he and Haley exited their vehicle and walked towards the two.
"I have no idea," Lucas said. "I called her five or six times before we left. No one was in the parking lot".
"Maybe she went home with a lot lizard," Haley said, shrugging.
"Do you even know what a lot lizard is"? Nathan asked his wife.
"Isn't it like a whore or something"? Brooke asked.
Lucas laughed, though any other man wouldn't find it funny over the idea of his wife being with anyone else. But, this husband didn't seem to care anymore. In fact, he didn't care at all. So, he laughed, and he laughed.
"I'll look it up," Brooke said as Nathan and Lucas continued to laugh, before pulling out her phone. "Well, it's a whore—I had that part correct".
"A truck stop whore," Lucas said laughing.
"Should one of us go out and look for Peyton"? Nathan asked.
"She will either come home or she won't," Lucas said, shrugging his shoulder. "I'm not going out at three thirty to search high and low for her. It's late—I'm tired".
"What if, it's a test"? Brooke asked. "To see how much you care, when I would fight with Julian I would do that. To see if he would come after me—that always showed me how much he loved me".
"Then I fail," Lucas said shoving his hands in his pocket and walking towards the door.
Nathan and Brooke shared a look, though Haley followed Lucas—unbothered by the simple fact that Peyton was nowhere to be found.
Ultimately, the two found themselves standing at the door with Lucas and Haley—who opened the door. When they stepped into their living room the only light was from the television that was currently playing what looked to be a Billy Jack movie.
"When did this become teenage central"? Nathan asked his voice low as he stood at the door with two of his friends and his wife.
Five—sleeping teenagers, lay across the living room floor. Lily was stretched out on the couch with her arm tucked behind her head, Andre was occupying the recliner—Nathan's favorite seat and Chuck had squeezed his long figure into the love seat. Jamie slept in the floor next to his girlfriend as they were stretched across a blanket, Madison asleep on her stomach—and Jamie on his back with one arm behind his head and his leg propped up.
"Are we okay with Madison staying the night"? Nathan whispered to Haley.
"She is actually with Lily," Lucas told them. "I spaced when Lily asked and told her yeah".
"It's fine," Haley said. "Let's go upstairs".
"Wait—this is my favorite part," Nathan said pointing at the TV.
Haley rolled her eyes as her husband stood watching the tv.
"And if I don't"? Haley heard the man on the tv say before another voice said: "I shoot you right between the eyes".
"I'm going to bed," Haley told her husband.
"I'll be there in a minute," he said, his eyes still glued to the television.
"Fine," she said shrugging and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "But, I'm not wearing any clothes to bed".
"Yeah, let's go to bed," Nathan told her taking her hand as the two quickly made their way up the stairs.
"I'm going to vomit," Jamie said, from behind closed eyes.
Lucas and Brooke laughed, quietly.
"Goodnight J-Luke" Lucas told his nephew as he and Brooke disappeared up the staircase.
Jamie didn't bother saying goodnight back, they were already gone. Instead, he opened his eyes and laid there watching the movie on that was playing on the screen.
When he looked over he saw his beautiful girlfriend, sound asleep. It had taken shower, water, and rest but he finally felt the liquor had worn off. Jamie glances around the room at his friends to make certain they were asleep before slowly rolling on top of Madison, pressing his torso against her back.
He kissed behind her ear, on her neck, and down until he heard a small and soft moan escape from her lips. "What are you doing"? She whispered though he couldn't see her face he assumed she had opened her eyes.
"Trying to wake you".
"Well, you were successful".
Madison turned around so that she could see her boyfriend, or attempt to in the darkened room.
"I just realized something," he told her, running his fingers down her body, past her hips, and to the outside of her thigh. He picked her leg up and hitched it over his waist—moving in closer to her. "This is the first time we have ever slept together—next to each other".
"You're right," she told him wrapping her fingers around his neck.
Madison pulled Jamie's face down to hers and she kissed him. They didn't bother starting off soft and easy, after the conversation they had hours earlier they both were hungry for one another.
But, they weren't the only couple in the house that were hungry for one another. As the two found themselves tangled in one another—with their clothes on, Nathan and Haley found themselves in the same position, pun intended, with their clothes off.
Upstairs in their bed, Nathan and Haley kissed and loved one another, completely. It could have been minutes, hours, or even days—and the two never would have known.
Maybe it was the nearly eighteen years of marriage behind them. Maybe it was the amount of time they spent apart as Nathan worked through the spring and early summer. There was a number of things it could have been the dancing, deciding to never be divided—on anything, or just being together.
But, this night—was like no other.
The two wanted each other, more than they ever had before. And the proved that. Time and time again throughout the night.
"Thank you," Haley told her husband, as the two laid beneath their sheets—Nathan hovering just above his wife.
"For the sex—or—"?
Haley laughed at her husband "well that to" she said with a smile. "But, no. For being—you".
"Did I do something good"?
"Oh, you have done a lot of good things tonight," Haley told him. "But—I just look at Peyton and Lucas, and I just feel so thankful for you".
"So, my brothers failing marriage is what has sent your sex drive into overtime tonight"?
Haley laughed "no," she said. "I am just thankful for what I have".
"I love you, Haley James".
The sun was in the sky, though it had yet to fully rise as Lucas stepped outside. He felt the warm and dewey air blow softly against his face, as he heard the sound of a ball hitting the ground.
The sound of a basketball dribble, it was a noise he would never forget though it was a noise hadn't made himself in quite some time.
He never admitted it out loud, because he was proud of his accomplishments, but he related to Dan when it came to basketball. That was his dream, a dream he never got to live out.
Luke stepped around the corner to find his sixteen-year-old nephew. He watched a handful of times as Jamie made skillfully sink the ball into the hoop that sat high above the garage door, picked it back up as it rolled on the ground, and repeated the action. Each time taking two steps back.
Lucas hadn't seen him play since he was a child, and even then he was quite talented. And that still remained, most of the shots he made Jamie wasn't even really paying attention, he could easily tell his nephews mind was somewhere else.
Lucas walked over on to the blacktop, gaining Jamie's attention "what are you doing up this early"? He asked his nephew.
"Nothing," Jamie said, his breathing barely altered by his movement.
What Lucas wouldn't do to be sixteen again, for many—many reasons.
"Just clearing my head".
"What would a sixteen-year-old boy need to clear his head about"? Lucas asked as he climbed on top of the picnic table, and sat down.
Jamie hesitated, for a split second, but then turned to face his uncle as he gripped the sides of the ball in his hands.
Maybe it was nerves. Maybe it was out of habit. Lucas couldn't tell, but he could tell that whatever the kid had on his mind he was about to be let in on.
"Madison—we talked last night".
"The hickie on her neck I saw as I walked out the door tells a different story," Lucas said.
Jamie half smiled "she told me she is ready—to have sex" he slowly finished his sentence.
"And that's bad because—you're—I'm drawing a big flat blank. I thought that's what you wanted—"?
"In theory—yes," Jamie said. "In reality—I'm excited".
"So, you're clearing your head because you want to and she wants to"?
"I'm freaking out uncle Luke" Jamie admitted to him. "I make a lot of jokes about sex but—erm—when Madison and I were fooling around last night I got—really excited".
Lucas nodded, knowing by "excited" he actually meant "aroused" but not the sixteen-year-old boy is going to use that word.
Hell, Lucas wouldn't use that word and he is in his thirties.
"We weren't even having sex—we just kissed, but she had her legs around me—and there was—moving—".
"Dry humping"?
"Can we not call it that"? Jamie practically begged. "But, when I'm on top—I can move away when it gets to be too much".
"You mean like her feeling how 'excited' you get"? Lucas asked choosing to keep the phrase his nephew picked.
"No," Jamie said shaking his head. "We don't just kiss for ten minutes, we have made us for hours before".
Lucas nodded, it made sense—they had been together for years and have never had sex.
"So, when she got on top of me last night I couldn't move away or—last night I almost—erm—" Jamie shook his head in embarrassment "I almost got as excited as I could get, and we weren't even having sex".
Lucas didn't laugh, he wanted to though. Unfortunately, it was something he very well understood—but Jamie didn't find it hilarious at all. He would one day, today was not that day.
"So," Lucas said. "You're nervous because you're worried that when you two officially cross that line—you'll get too excited to fast".
Jamie nodded slowly. "What do I do"? He asked. "I want it to be good for her, too".
"The good news, she is a virgin. She won't have anything to compare it to" Lucas jokes.
Despite the stress, Jamie smiled, although the humor didn't take his anxious feeling away as he sat down on the picnic table next to Lucas.
"Okay," Lucas said. "I do have a solution for your problem".
"What's that"?
"First—stop psyching yourself out. It's your first time—with someone other than yourself you're going to get excited fast. It's every time after that—if you're still not lasting a year later then be stressed" Lucas told him.
"Right now I'm only concerned about this time".
Lucas nodded, as he searched his head for the best way to tell Jamie his advice, he might be the cool uncle but he wasn't this cool to just blurt it out.
"Alright," Lucas said nodding. "If you go to the bank in the morning and make a withdrawal by yourself and you go back later that day with Madison to make another withdrawal—you won't have as much money in the bank so it will rise longer. You get me"?
The two went from awkward phrases to dreadful metaphors, but unfortunately for Lucas, it seemed that his nephew was more confused than ever.
"Yeah—no. I have no clue what that means".
"If you Brooke yourself beforehand you have a better chance of lasting longer," Lucas said pinching the bridge of his nose—unable to make eye contact with his nephew. "You still won't last that long but you might last longer. Unfortunately, every teenaged man goes through this their first time" he explained.
Lucas had never been so excited—happy—any phrase that didn't indicate sex, to hear his phone ring.
"What in the hell"? Lucas asked as he looked down at his phone.
"Who is it"?
"This number from Charlotte has called me twenty times—hold on J-Luke I'm going to take this".
Jamie watched his uncle step away and for a minute he began swinging the ball back through the hoop.
Just a minute.
It was his uncle's voice that caught his attention.
"No," Lucas said shaking his head profusely. "That's impossible—I don't understand—but how? What do you mean"?
Jamie watched as the color drained from Lucas' face as he finished his call and pressed the end button.
"Is everything okay"? Jamie asked as he stepped forward towards his uncle.
"Jamie, do you believe people can come back from the dead"?
"No, why"?
"Because someone just did".
'Cause I've had the time of my life
And I owe it all to you
I've been waiting for so long
Now I've finally found someone to stand by me
We saw the writing on the wall
And we felt this magical fantasy
Now with passion in our eyes
There's no way we could disguise it secretly
So we take each others hand
'Cause we seem to understand the urgency
A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter, no one has come back from the dead someone, and you will find out who in the next chapter did not die as everyone thought they had. I just liked the wording. This is not a supernatural story.
When it comes to writing about sex and kissing I try my best to find the median between cute and cringe worthy, but Nathan and Haley got it on through most of the chapter, and They nailed the dirty dancing dance. What can I say Haley is a miracle worker?
I know this probably wasn't Brucas fans favorite chapter, but I did say Brooke and Lucas would be a very slow burn. I just feel that Lucas leaving a marriage and jumping into bed with anyone, even Brooke, would be so out of character. But, I did leave a little brooke and Lucas in there that hope you caught it.
Just as a thank you for all the wonderful reviews (Only four chapters in and it's already at 31 reviews) I am going to leave a little summary of the next chapter for you, and I will try to have it out as soon as I can. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, it means the world to me.
Wanted Dead or Alive
As summer comes to an end the teens pack their things up for a weekend away, unsupervised, where things don't go so smoothly for Madison and Jamie—who finds himself in one awkward predicament after another as he tries to take his long term relationship to the next level. Nathan and Lucas have some long over due brotherly bonding as they take a trip to charlotte where they come face to face with a familiar ghost, who they thought to be dead, raising quite a few questions and revelations regarding their lives—and those around them. Finally, Brooke is forced to pick a side when she is caught between Peyton and Haley as the three are stuck inside of Tric that is currently under construction and closed—for the whole weekend.