Three Updates? One week?
Why, yes!
I did try to make this a fun chapter, The first half is basically nonsense, but the closer to the end you get there is a little bit more heavy storylines.
I hope I did a good Job balancing it out.
As for the start I absolutely love the actor who played Dan, he was the villain we all had a crush on at some point, don't deny it you did too.
Do not read forward if you have a problem with sex, teenaged sex, or anything that may be used in soap :)
Thanks for reading!
There he was.
Dan Scott.
In all his "glory", although Keith wasn't sure it was the correct word for it but that's what he went with.
It was the first time in his life he had ever been on a private jet—that he could remember which wasn't saying a lot these days, and the first thing he saw was a giant picture of his brother.
You know? The one who tried to kill him.
"What in the name of Satan is that"? Keith heard and turned to find Deb walking into the plane behind him. "Actually, you know I think I answered my own question—but why"?
"And why so big"? Keith asked.
"Probably because his head wouldn't fit in anything smaller than a twenty-four by thirty-six," Deb said instantly, earning a strange look from the man next to her. "You didn't honestly think I made a choice to have Dan Scott plastered over every wall, did you? I couldn't even get family pictures done without it looking like it belonged in the Smithsonian—and not for its delicate taste".
Keith chuckled.
"What in God's name"? The two heard and turned around to see Nathan walking in with Haley.
"You're a little off," Deb told her son. "Think a little further south—or a couple of light-years away".
Haley shook her head. "I already get nauseous when I fly, that is going to make it worse," she told her husband.
"Is that what Donald Trump would look like if he had his real hair"? They all heard and turned around to find Chuck standing behind him.
Nathan wanted to roll his eyes, but the harder he looked at the picture—the worse the mental image became.
"That's the picture they took when he became Mayor, he hung it everywhere," Nathan said. "I think it's even on his tombstone".
"I always thought it made him look constipated," Deb said shaking his head.
Keith, who was beyond shocked by the revelation just had to ask "he was mayor? The people of our town, voted for him—as mayor"?
"Over Karen" Haley pointed out. "Now, which is harder to believe"?
"Oh—what in the living hell is that"? They heard and turned around to see Lucas walking in with his ex-wife, Jake, and Brooke.
"See"? Deb asked pointing to her son. "That's how you ask about it—you don't bring God into this mess".
"If mom wasn't already dead—that picture would have killed her," Lucas said crossing his arms. "Why is it so big"?
"Probably because his head is so big he had to step into his shirts in the mornings," Brooke said.
Deb clicked her tongue. "You can skip ahead, I already covered that".
Peyton tilted her head. "Why is smiling like—"?
"Like what? A sociopath? A narcissist"? Lucas asked her. "Doesn't that answer itself"?
"Oh, my god—whose the old guy"? They heard yet another voice and turned to find Andre had joined the ever-growing crowd—quickly followed by Skills and Mouth.
"That's Dan—Lucas and Nate's dad," Skills told him.
"Why is the picture so big"? Mouth asked.
"Can we not go over this again"? Deb asked shaking her head.
Lucas paused. "I have a better question, why is it here"?
Nathan, unfortunately, knew that. "Well, this was his before he died so—".
"So, you're telling me that Jamie didn't hang this up as a shrine"? Lucas asked. "That's relieving".
"Can we at least take it down—it hurts to look at?" Peyton said.
Nathan and Lucas both shrugged before they stepped forward and attempted to pull it off the wall—and that's all they could do.
Lucas shook his head. "The bastard has the thing bolted to the wall".
The group jumped at the sound of a high pitched screeching sound and turned to find Jamie walking from the hallway with a power drill in his hand.
"I thought my Texas chain saw massacre nightmares were coming to life," Brooke said, with her hand over her chest.
Jamie had to laugh, as he walked over and sunk the drill into one of the sides of the portrait, and removed one of the nails—before handing it off to his father. He did the same with the other corners before the picture finally came off the wall.
Brooke tilted her head. "I don't know what's more unattractive the picture, or the built-up years of dirt that was behind it," she said.
Haley ignored Brooke, turning to face her son and asked: "would you like to explain to me why you have power tools"? She crossed her arms, waiting for an answer, that she hoped she would get. "You're sixteen, and they are dangerous—they aren't to play with".
"Play with"? Jamie asked. "I'm sixteen, I'm not running around with them in the back of my pants, I took the picture down that everyone is in here complaining about".
"And your father or uncle Lucas could have just as easily done it".
"Okay, so do they know where they were? Or the code to get in—I am so tired of being treated like a kid".
"Do you know why you're treated like a kid"? Haley asked. "Because, you are—you're just sixteen, you're not adult—".
"Before you say anything else mom let me just remind you I'm not that much younger than you were when you got married—".
"Alright," Nathan intervented, his voice deep and stern. "You're not going to talk to your mom like that, I don't care whose damn plane this or whatever else, she is still your mother".
"I'm not saying anything other than facts, dad" Jamie told him holding his hands up. "That's all I said, so does that mean in six months when I turn seventeen you two will stop treating me like a damn kid"?
"No one is treating you like a kid," Nathan told him. "And watch your damn mouth".
"You literally just contradicted yourself," Jamie told him. "It's my mouth if I want to curse or do whatever the hell else, I should be able to—you do. If no one is treating me like a kid, why does it matter what I say? Or do? I know why she is upset because I've had sex—which you felt obligated to announce to the whole freaking world—".
"Excuse me—" they all heard and turned to see a man standing in the doorway. "Are we ready for take-off"?
"Yeah," Jamie told him before walking away, disappearing behind a cabin door.
They all stood in silence for a second, before Haley—frustrated went to go after him, but when she opened the door saw her son was nowhere in sight. "Where did he go"? She asked.
"There are a few different zones," the man who they assumed to be the captain told them. "This area here has a lot of seating, you see there is a couch and a big screen tv, there are actually three TVs in this area—".
"But, where is he"? Haley asked. "I can't kill him if I can't find him".
"The bedroom, I would assume," he told her. "You are those cabin doors, they are automated—you can only open and close them from the other side, so that's where he is".
"There is a bedroom"? Lucas asked. "On a plane"?
The captain nodded. "There is also a shower back there if you need it, but there is a bathroom over here as well—the gallery is fully stocked, he said you didn't need a flight attendant but there is champagne and food, here".
"Oh, wow—thank you," Brooke said.
"If we're ready—we can take off," the captain said awkwardly looking at the frustrated mother.
"Yeah," Nathan said. "Let's go".
"She isn't my wife anymore so I can't tell her what to do, do you mind asking her to sit down"? Lucas asked Jake as the two sat in two of the most comfortable recliners known to man—both stretched out.
Jake chuckled. "Could you ever tell her what to do"?
"Good point," Lucas said shrugging.
Jake looked over at Peyton who was still looking through the many drawers, cabinets, and even searching the refrigerator's—yes, that was meant to be plural. "Peyton"? Jake said, in the sweetest voice he could—make it alarmingly obvious he wanted something, or needed something—which is why he assumed she ignored him. "Peyton," he said her name again, this time a little louder, and not so sweet.
"What"? She asked turning around with a bottle in her hand, that he assumed had liquor in it.
"Could you please sit down? You're driving us all nuts" he told her.
"I'm—who"?
"Well, there's me—and Luke" he listed.
"Oh, you're not bothering me," Luke said smiling. "I didn't even notice you had got up".
Jake turned around to look at Luke with his mouth hanging wide open. "You did that on purpose".
"Did what"? Lucas asked, smiling.
"You're an ass," Jake told him.
Lucas smiled until he saw Peyton disappear far enough that she knew she couldn't hear him and he said: "you two are just dating, that could still go all to hell—".
"Like your marriage"? Jake shot back, also smiling.
"Good point, but I still have a child with her—why do you think I set you up"?
"I really want to say some smart ass comment—but I get it".
The two laughed as Peyton walked in with a handful of champagne glasses.
"What in the hell are you doing"? Lucas asked his ex-wife, although he was knew on some level he was immediately going to regret it.
"We should toast," she said as she began handing everyone a glass. "This is a cause for a celebration".
"You want to celebrate our teenaged runaways"? Mouth asked arching an eyebrow.
"No," Peyton said, but then squinted her lips together just slightly. "Okay, maybe a little—but I have a good reason".
"I'm excited to hear this" Brooke said sarcastically.
"Once upon a time, almost seventeen years ago—we went on a little trip, very similar to this one," Peyton said as she began pouring everyone's cup full of crystal liquid. "And on that trip, we were also chasing after a teenaged runaway".
"I did not run away," Mouth said.
Brooke rolled her eyes. "No, you were just crossing the country with the she-devil"
"Who ironically later married Dan and became Mrs. Satan" Nathan pointed out.
"Dan married one of your classmates"? Keith asked.
Nathan chuckled. "Between him and mom, I'm sure they cleared the whole roster".
Keith looked over his shoulder at Deb, who let out a long breath, and simply shook her head—indicating she wasn't explaining that anytime soon.
"Honey grove, Texas," Peyton said sitting down. "We were a bunch of seniors—and look how far we have come".
"Yeah, you're right the last time we took Rachel's Denali, this time we are on their son's private jet," Brooke said shaking her head.
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm sure Rachel had a large hand in picking this out" Nathan commented.
Haley patted Nathan's knee. "It doesn't".
"Aww, damn," Skills said followed by a long moan, that was not settling to the rest of the group. "These chairs have built-in vibrators—daddy knows what his doing tonight when we land".
"He appreciates Rachel" Nathan told his wife.
"Yeah, so did your dad, your uncle Cooper, Mouth—".
"Cooper"? Keith asked turning to look at Deb. "Who the hell was this girl"?
"Lucy's mother," Mouth told him sitting back into his seat.
"And Lucy is—"?
"His long lost spawn" Skills said without opening his eyes, as he continued to relax in his chair.
"Alright," Peyton said gaining everyone's attention. "Enough about Satan in a dress, please—does anyone realize this is the first trip we have taken since then".
"It is not," Haley told her. "We have been all kinds of trips".
"Not all of us—together, like we are now" Peyton pointed out. "Think about it, when was the last time we took a trip like this"?
Haley and Brooke shared a glance, Nathan looked over at Skills—who had opened his eyes at this point, Lucas leaned back into his seat, Mouth glanced up at Peyton—as they all came to the realization that she was right.
The trips they had been on was almost countless, the times they spent together were numerous, but taking a trip together, had been years.
"Honey grove," Lucas said. "That was the last time we went on a trip like this together—".
"And we are going to the same state" Peyton told him. "If Honeygrove wasn't a four hour trip from where we are going, I would say let's stop in—see if it's the same".
"See if Mouth's mugshot is still hanging on the wall in the police department" Skills told them.
"Mouth"? Keith asked. "Mouth was arrested"?
"Not exactly—" Nathan said.
"The mugshot was a formality" Mouth interjected. "So, this is our first trip together since then"? He asked, trying to keep them on subject before he listened to a thirty conversation around his arrest.
"I got to say though, this is much nicer than that trip" Skills said. "Especially when over there blew the Engine up".
"On the side of the road—in the middle of the night" Lucas informed him. "Don't forget that part, that's the best part".
Brooke narrowed her eyes at Lucas, but in the sexiest way possible. It made him smile, instantly—followed by a laugh, if she was threatening him he couldn't tell. Peyton wasn't the only one who noticed the non-verbal flirt between the two, but she smiled as she leaned into Jake—watching the former couple.
"If I remember correctly, it was all so Haley could see a sandwich," Brooke said reminded everyone.
"Hey"! Haley said folding her arms.
"Oh, no—no," Lucas said leaning out of his seat. "Don't blame Haley for that".
"Thank you," Haley said gesturing toward her friend.
"I'm sorry isn't that what you did, back then"? Brooke asked, simply toying with him.
"I was tired, I failed to realize that you were the one behind the wheel when the Check Engine light came on—and would you like to tell everyone why you didn't pull off"? Lucas teased. "Just a reminder—in case we forgot".
Brooke tried not to laugh, as she remembered the reason her eighteen-year-old self made. "I can't seem to—recall," she said, with biting down on her lip to keep from smiling.
Lucas nudged Keith and said, "get this, she didn't wake any of us or pull off because the light was pretty, it was pretty".
Keith chuckled, and Brooke lunges a throw pillow across the room at Lucas. "Shut up," she said. "Peyton's right—we should toast, or celebrate or something—although, I'm with Mouth. I really don't want to celebrate my teenage runaway".
"No, we should toast this, us," Haley told them. "Do you know how rare it is for a group of people to come together in high school and stay friends as long as we have? One or two, maybe—but there seven? That's almost never heard of, we are lucky—blessed".
"So, to us"? Brooke asked smiling.
Keith and Deb watched as the group all clinked their glasses, and each one drinking down their champagne, all except Haley. Which thanks to Brooke went unnoticed as she slid her the glass she had just emptied and took Haley's out of her hand, before beginning to pour it down her throat.
"Who wants more"? Peyton asked, but didn't wait for anyone to respond before she began pouring everyone another glass.
"Prada" Brooke whispered to Haley. "You're going to owe me, Prada, by the time we get off of here".
Haley smiled up at Peyton as she poured both of their glasses to the rim before she heard Brooke "and free babysitting".
Haley laughed, she knew by the looks of things she was going to owe Brooke way more than Prada, but right now all she could do was laugh.
Everyone else just assumed Brooke had a low alcohol tolerance when Haley knew the truth. For every drink the group had, Brooke had two—every glass, every shot that had been passed around—which now had resulted in Brooke attempting to keep up with the beat of the music.
"Brooke—maybe you should sit down," Haley told her, attempting to keep herself composed—the best that she could. "You're going to break something".
"Is that an old joke—that's very ageist of you?" Brooke said as she tilted her head back. "Plus, I'm not old—I'm young".
"I never said you were old," Haley told her, her laughter finally coming through. "But, if you don't sit down you're going to end up on America's funniest home videos".
"Is that still on the air"? Keith asked. "I used to watch that every night"
"I don't think anything is on the air anymore—not with all the streaming sights," Lucas told him, though his eyes were glued to the drunk girl who had tumbled on to the couch with Haley—giggling.
"Streaming"? Keith asked.
Nathan nodded. "It's the new way of watching television and movies, at first I think it was to save money—or something. But, now I have all the streaming sights—and spend just as much like cable, plus my cable bill".
Jake chuckled. "You might be the only person I know who still has cable".
"There is something—" Nathan began but was joined by his wife "so poetic about watching a basketball game, live".
Nathan narrowed his eyes at Haley, who smiled ear to ear, it was hilariously clear to the rest of the group that this wasn't the first time Nathan had ever made the statement.
"You're not funny," Nathan told Haley, sipping on his champagne. "What's wrong with wanting to watch basketball—on cable, like the good ole days"?
"Nothing at all" Lucas said chuckling. "Grandpa".
"Excuse me"?
Jake patted Nathan on the back and said "the good ole days"? He repeated. "You sound like an eighty-year-old instead of a thirty-year-old".
"Not to mention—ESPN has a streaming sight" Skills told him. "And it's live, basketball, baseball, football—you can watch all of it for seventy dollars less—".
"What are you their spokesperson"? Mouth asked, half laughing.
Like a child, Skills stuck his tongue out at his friend, before throwing back the rest of his champagne. "We need beer up in this joint, this ain't gonna cut it Dawg".
Nathan pointed and said, "check through there, he said everything was fully stocked".
Keith shook his head. "So, I can get ESPN—for what seven dollars a month"?
Lucas nodded. "You get a good deal if you get the Disney+ bundle," he told him. "So, you can get ESPN—Hulu, and Disney".
"No, Mouth—he is their spokesperson," Jake said throwing his thumb in Lucas's direction.
Lucas rolled his eyes. "Shut up," he said.
"How—you have Disney+"? Mouth asked.
Lucas scoffed. "I have a child and a teenager, and me—the bundle is efficient".
"I don't seem to remember seeing Sawyer, or Lily with you when Brooke and I found you watching Bambi," Peyton told him.
"Crying—don't forget that part," Brooke said, teasing him from earlier. "That's the best part".
Lucas circled his finger around the top of his champagne glass, listening to the glistening sound it made—feeling everyone look at him. And he knew there were only two ways out of this, he could lie, or—
"A hunter killed his mother—you're just heartless if you can sit through that and not be affected"! Lucas said.
The group laughed and Haley said, "don't feel bad, Nathan cries every time we watch the lion, King".
Nathan looked across the room at his wife "I didn't cry, there was something in my eye".
"Every time we have watched it"? Haley asked. "For eighteen years".
"Y—yes," Nathan said folding his arms but was unable to keep his smile under control.
"In Nathan's defense—that Scar and Mufasa scene wrecked me as a child" Mouth said.
Nathan gestured at his friend and said: "thank you".
Haley scoffed. "You should have seen him when we watched the live version—".
"Have you seen the live version of the movie"? Nathan cut his wife off—the alcohol sipping into his veins at this point. "You know, I didn't realize how dark that movie was until I watched the live-action version—".
"Jack freaking pot" they heard Skills yell, but couldn't see him.
"The live version will destroy your life," Jake said shaking his head. "I'm not going to lie—I teared up in the theater, Jenny still hasn't let me live it down".
Mouth nodded. "Like I said—it wrecks you".
"You little pretty boys don't know wrecked," Brooke said. "Try watching Disney princess movies growing up, all their moms are dead, it's probably why Peyton wore as much black as she did in high school".
"All the moms aren't dead," Jake told her.
Peyton nodded and looked at her boyfriend and said: "okay, name one".
"We were just talking about The Lion King, his mom," he said.
"I believe Brooke said Disney princess" Haley reminded him.
"Well—there is—Dumbo" Jake said his drunken stupor seeping through his speech.
Lucas leaned forward. "Was Dumbo a girl"?
"I thought Dumbo was a boy—" Nathan said.
"Oh, my god" Deb intervened. "Dumbo was a freaking elephant, regardless boy or girl, it doesn't count. You can't be a Disney princess if you can't wear a dress—but you answer your stupid question Dumbo was a boy"!
Everyone looked at Deb, honestly having forgotten she was there—as she sat back with her arms folded after her little outburst, or at least that's the way she was phrasing it.
"Geese, lighten up," Nathan told his mom.
Lucas tapped his brother on the knee "is your mom on drugs again"?
Nathan shrugged. "I've tried to get her to see some therapy—".
"It's go-to" Deb cut her son off. "It's go to therapy, you can't see some therapy, and out of everyone in here I'm the least that needs therapy. You all just had a twenty-minute conversation about Disney—and you're grown-ass adults".
"You're never too old for Disney" Skills said as he came dancing back into the room with two hands full of large liquor bottles. "No beer," he said.
"You're flying in a private jet" Mouth said. "You didn't honestly believe they are stocked up on bud light, did you"?
"No—maybe, but I found something better whiskey and wine".
"My two favorite W's," Brooke said clapping.
Deb looked at Keith and then the two proceeded to watch the group pass the bottles around. "I don't think you need any more, any of you".
"The part poppers can go to the conference room," Nathan said pointing.
Deb looked at Keith and whispered "party popper"?
"He meant pooper" Lucas informed them.
"Alright, then—let's go," Deb told Keith.
Keith and Deb stood up and walked into the conference room, shutting the cabin door behind them.
"Look what I found," Brooke said smiling. "Twister—".
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Haley asked.
"Why wouldn't it be"? Brooke asked.
"We are on a moving plane, and you're drinking wine out of a champagne glass—maybe we should use our better judgment".
Brooke rolled her eyes. "You're no fun".
"What are you doing"?
Brooke jumped at the sound of Lucas' voice, she turned around from one of the cabinets she was tearing apart—and smiled. "Where did Skills find the wine"?
Lucas smiled, reaching past her head—and pulled a bottle out, that was directly in front of her. "Here you go," he said, handing it to her.
"Oh," Brooke said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, biting down on her bottom lip. "Than—thank you".
Brooke looked up at Lucas, and in the midst of her intoxicated state, all she could seem to think about was the kiss, the kisses. It was all she could seem to think about anyways, but right now—at this moment, she found it was hard to think about anything else.
She also couldn't shake it from her mind that she hadn't had sex, in almost two years. That was in the front of her mind, and there was a part of her that wondered just how much had changed since the last time she saw Lucas Scott naked, his technique? Other things—?
"What"? Lucas asked, placing a hand on either side of the counter she was leaning her body against bending down so that they were face to face, effectively pinning her against the counter. "What are you thinking about"?
"Nothing" Brooke lied—not so smoothly.
Clearly, Lucas didn't believe her, but he didn't say anything else about the matter.
"We need to get back," Brooke told him, fighting all urges to kiss him—or more.
The two heard the rolling noises and echo of laughter coming from the other side of the plane. "I don't think we're missed," he said as he brushed her hair back.
"Peyton is—right out there," she said, though it was more for her and less for him.
Lucas nodded. "My ex-wife is sitting with her boyfriend".
"She deserves to hear it from me," Brooke told him.
Lucas smiled. "So, there is something to tell"?
Brooke sat the wine bottle down and folded her arms. "You would like that wouldn't you"?
"I can't say I'd complain, that's for damn sure".
"It's complicated" Brooke admitted. "When it comes to my feelings, and my grief—for Julian, and then there is Peyton, but—".
"But, what"?
"I also—can't deny what I feel for you," Brooke said, looking up at him sternly. "Underneath all that anger for telling me that you—that you still care about me—".
"I believe what I said was that I love you".
Brooke looked directly into his eyes. "You get really balsy when you drink," she said. "But, I don't know what to do with that—I do know that—I don't regret kissing you, but I don't know where we go from here".
Lucas didn't give her time to say anything else, he scooped Brooke up—kissing her, and the two made their way into the confided bathroom.
The close quarters made it so much easier to breathe him in, to taste him. Brooke felt Lucas sit her down on top of the sink, but she didn't remove her legs that were currently wrapped around his waist.
As their lips, and tongues moved in unison she could taste the liquor, but she couldn't tell if it was his or hers.
Brooke leaned back, breaking apart their kiss as her back laid against the small mirror that was hung on the wall. She smiled, as she looked at him—curiosity getting the best of her, or maybe it was the alcohol.
"We can't," Lucas said, as he looked down at Brooke, who was flushed in the fast—and breathing heavy. "As much fun as this would be, we can't".
"Oh, yeah"? She asked.
Lucas scooped her back up and pinned her against the wall. "I need more than thirty-four inches of space, I need to have my full range of motion".
Brooke felt Lucas sit her back on her feet, and he kissed her—one more time, before leaving her alone in the bathroom.
Maybe it was the alcohol clouding her judgment, maybe it was the fact that she hadn't had sex since Julian had died—or maybe it was him. Lucas. It was easy to be angry with him when he told her, but now she somehow found it almost impossible.
"Wait—when did this happen"? Haley asked as she watched Brooke pour the wine in her glass, into her own. "We are all responsible for teenagers, in some way or another".
"And failing miserably," Brooke said, sipping on the wine.
"I'll toast to that" Mouth said holding his glass up. "Can you toast with whiskey"?
"It's in a champagne glass, so I say go for it," Jake said shrugging.
Haley looked at Brooke. "No one is failing—parents make mistakes, it's human".
Brooke poured the last bit of wine into her glass and asked: "how many tattoos does Jamie have"?
Haley shrugged. "Two or three".
Brooke made a ridiculous sound, in an attempt to sound like a buzzer. "Wrong. Seven".
"Seven"? Haley asked.
Brooke nodded. "That's what Madison said".
Nathan looked at Brooke. "He showed us".
"Oh, he showed you what he couldn't hide around basketball season—according to Peyton you didn't even know that he had a dad tattoo," she said. "He also has one his hip a Rose, it's low, like really low. So, you wouldn't ever see it—".
"Then how have you"? Nathan asked.
Brooke held a phone up "Maddie's phone" she said. "But, Haley doesn't support snooping so—".
"Oh, give me the damn thing," Haley said snatching the phone out of her drunk friend's hand. "What's the code to this thing".
"Two, six, forty, two," Brooke said.
Nathan scooted over next to Haley, but he wasn't the only one, everyone else apparently had to get a glance as well.
"I'd be careful, there are pictures on there of your son I'm sure you don't want to—".
"Oh, my god" Haley yelled tossing the phone. "Did you see that"? She asked, turning to Nathan.
"How could I not—it took up the—oh, my god," Nathan said shaking his head. "That was in our bathroom, now I know what takes him so long—that's emotionally traumatizing".
"I'm scarred for life," Haley said.
"Well, at least we know where that tattoo is," Lucas said, half laughing.
"And he has more"? Nathan asked Brooke.
She nodded. "He has one on each side of one ankle and one on the inside of his lip, apparently it's a trend".
Haley looked up. "Please tell me she is kidding".
"It says bite me, I think—Maddie has one, too if it makes you feel better".
Haley shook her head. "It doesn't," she said. "We are failing as parents".
"See, she finally joined the club".
Nathan ignored Brooke. "We are not failing, all teenagers act out and do things that pisses their parents off—you got a tattoo in high school".
"Oh, my god Nathan—I got one," she said. "That you can't even see unless I'm wearing a bikini. Or I'm naked—Which makes me a hypocrite for getting mad at him? Right"?
"No," Nathan said.
"Yes," Brooke talked over him. "That's exactly what I was thinking—like how can I get mad, in good conscience at Madison for traveling across the country when I did it. We all did it, Mouth can't get mad because if he hadn't Lucy wouldn't be here—".
"I checked with my mom so I can very much be pissed Lily all I want," Lucas said.
Brooke shook her head. "But, you still did it—".
"I was eighteen".
"You were still in high school, we all were and the worst part, none of you can sit here and tell me that wasn't one the best vacations of your life".
Skills looked at her. "I don't think it actually counts as a vacation there B. Davis".
"And even if we had parents who had said no, do you think we wouldn't have gone"? Brooke asked. "Mouth needed us, and we would have gone regardless. Madison needed her friends, and they went. Do we have a reason to be upset, or angry"?
"Okay," Lucas said taking her empty glass. "I think you're done".
"Poke her in the belly and see what comes out," Peyton said smiling.
"I dreaded having twin boys in high school, it's my biggest fear. But, then I get Madison who is this perfect teenager, she is the exact opposite of me" Brooke rambled. "She doesn't sleep around, she does well in school—without even trying, she has a great work ethic, she plays sports, she doesn't party and when she does she is responsible—and she makes a really bad judgment call but for the right reason. Am I supposed to punish her? How do you punish someone for chasing after who they are—even if it ends badly? But, how bad could it end—she might find her parents, and they might be alive and well, and that is just a bad end for me, not for her. She would finally know who she is. She has spent sixteen years just guessing and wondering, but now she could really know".
Haley took Brooke's hand and squeezed it. "Brooke, she loves you—she wouldn't leave you".
"You honestly think if she found out her parents were alive, that she would stay"? Brooke asked. "She loves me and she looks at Jamie like he hangs the stars in the sky, but do you think there is anything that could keep her in Tree Hill if there was even a shot at a family"?
Haley wanted to answer her, Peyton did, too. Everyone in the room wanted to tell her that it was all going to be okay.
But, no one could.
"Are you okay"? Haley heard as she felt her husband wrap his arms tightly around her waist.
Haley nodded.
"I don't believe you," he said.
Haley turned around, stepping out of Nathan's embrace, took his hand, and guided him around the corner—out of everyone's eyesight and hearing range. The two sat down on the small bench next to the mini-fridge, and Nathan ran his hand down the back of his wife's head—cupping her neck.
"Whatever it is you can tell me," he said, grazing her skin with his thumb.
Haley knew that. She didn't need to be reminded, but it was a lot to swallow. Or say. "Brooke's right—we are failing, as parents".
Nathan chuckled. "Brooke is drunk, she also tried to stick a grape up Jake's nose—I wouldn't take anything she says to heart".
"Except that it's true," Haley said. "Or it feels like it, a year ago we had this fifteen-year-old who we knew everything about. He talked to us, he would come home from school and tell us all about his day, he told me his dreams—now I find out everything else about him from anyone but him. I feel like I don't even know who he is, I carried him—I Birthed him, I have raised him, and it's like I don't even recognize who he is".
"Hales, he is a teenager—he isn't going to come home and tell his mom everything about his day," Nathan told her. "I didn't".
"That's different, you had Deb as a mom".
Nathan nodded. "Fair point," he said. "But, I'm sure if you ask Lucas he will tell you the same thing, and he had a good relationship with Karen. Boys don't want to talk about their feelings or their problems with their mom".
"Why"? Haley asked standing up stuffing her hands into her back pockets. "He used to—he used to tell me everything, we would sit and talk for hours. Why doesn't he want to talk to me? I am a very good listener. He talks to you—clearly, you knew he had sex and I didn't. He talks to you. He tells you things and Luke, and but he used to talk to me. When he was little I was the one who kissed his scraped knee, I was the one he ran to when he had a bad dream, now I am no where on his list of people to talk to when he is upset or hurt or just having an everyday problem. I'm his mom, he should want to talk to me. Why doesn't he"?
Nathan looked up at his wife and ran his hands through his messy hair. "You just answered your own question, baby," he said taking her hand, pulling her into his lap. "He isn't a kid anymore, you know I love you—more than anything, but the older he got, the more he grew up, the harder you have held on to him and his childhood. Have you considered that maybe that's why he gets tattoo's or got his tongue pierced, or does half the things he does or says half the things he says"?
Haley looked at him and asked, "like have sex"?
Nathan shook his head. "No, I don't think he did that to show you he is growing up, he did not want you finding out about that".
"Why not"?
"Our wedding night, did you call your mom—or your dad and tell them"? Nathan asked.
Haley shook her head. "No, I assumed they knew—it wasn't something I wanted to talk about with them".
"Okay," Nathan said rubbing her leg. "Was it something you ever talked about with them"?
"My parents were the king and queen of inappropriate comments," Haley told him. "Sex came up, a lot".
"With your mom" Nathan pointed out. "What about with your dad"?
Haley looked at Nathan and immediately stood up. "No," she said. "But, Nathan that was my dad—did you ever go up to him and talk about our sex life"?
"Oh, hell no," Nathan said. "I valued my life, but just like that was your dad, you are his mom—the way you felt talking about sex around Jimmie is the way he feels around you. Sex and you make him very uncomfortable, have you not noticed anytime we are watching a movie and a sex scene comes on he suddenly has to use the bathroom or needs more butter for his popcorn—whatever excuse he can think of to leave the room".
"And he told you this"?
Nathan shook his head. "No, I was the same way, my mom once had Pretty Woman on when I was in high school I excused myself so much by the second half of the movie my mom thought I had irritable bowel syndrome".
Haley couldn't help but laugh and laugh.
Nathan found no humor in it, but he laughed anyway—just because she did. Her laugh, her smile, it was all contagious. Even during this particular conversation.
When she was done laughing, Haley sat back down—next to Nathan and she shook her head. "Okay, so—he is uncomfortable watching a movie with a sex scene with me. Is it more The Notebook, or Fifty Shades of Grey? Or both? Is it all sex? A lot of my favorite movies have passionate scenes in them, do I need to watch them in our room—the living room has the biggest television, and I'm a Nicholas Sparks fanatic".
Nathan dropped his head. "Sometimes it's about being uncomfortable—watching it with you, sometimes it's something else".
"Oh, God," Haley said. "Please don't tell me what I think you're going to tell me".
"I always had a crush on Julia Roberts," Nathan said, his voice low. "So, when she was half-naked on a screen—".
"Nathan".
"It is a lot harder to control that when you are a hormonal teenager," he said.
Haley covered her hands with her face. "I don't know what's more traumatizing you and Julia Roberts, or Jamie and Jenifer Lopez".
"But, that's the point—if that bothers you why would you want him to talk to you about sex? About his sex life"? Nathan asked. "I mean you were just curious why he didn't tell you? But, even thinking about him being a—a little extra happy wigs you out".
"Wigs me out"? Haley repeated. "We aren't in the Scream franchise".
Nathan chuckled. "Hales".
Haley shrugged. "I just want him to talk to me, you knew—clearly he talks to you," she said. "Which you're not off the hook for not telling me by the way—but why are you okay with it? Why does it not—wig you out"? She asked, rolling her eyes as she asked the ridiculous question.
Nathan shrugged. "I don't know, it doesn't bother me. I'm his dad, fathers and sons are different—I told my dad when I lost my virginity".
"I don't think that's the best example," Haley said.
Nathan nodded. "You're right, but Keith was always like Luke's dad and he told Keith when he lost his".
Haley looked at him. "So, when Lydia loses her virginity you want her to come and tell you".
"God, no" Nathan said. "She needs to stay a virgin until she is forty, or I'm dead—whichever comes first".
"So, you can sit down and talk about sex with your son and not your daughter, that's very—well, that's double standards".
Nathan shook his head. "No, I don't think so," he said. "I see how it can be perceived that way but it's all based on the relationship, a father and daughter relationship is very different than a father and son, just like a mother and son relationship is very different than a mother and daughter. You just said it yourself earlier, you had conversations with your mom about our sex life but never did with your dad".
Haley narrowed her eyes at her husband.
Nathan didn't laugh, but he did smile. "I have had conversations with my mom about sex, it's about the relationship you have with that parent".
"But, you just said it made you uncomfortable watching a sex scene with her" Haley pointed out.
"Would you look at who my mother is"? He asked. "Everything she does makes me uncomfortable," he said. "I found her naked, in our pool—while she was babysitting our son".
Haley had to give him that one.
"Admit it," Nathan said. "The fact that Jamie isn't a virgin—it's killing you, it's bothering you".
Haley looked at Nathan, and she couldn't believe it, he was right. She nodded, slowly—as she swallowed the large pill of her husband being correct. "Yeah—it does. He used to tell me that he wanted to wait until marriage—and I believed him".
Nathan wrapped his arm around Haley. "He wasn't lying to you, he probably thought that, too".
"Then what changed"? She asked.
Nathan chuckled. "I don't think you want to know".
Haley glanced up at her husband and decided to take his word for it. "How do you know so much about this"?
"Because I was a teenaged boy—I know what he is going through, and as much as he hates it I even know what he is feeling and thinking most of the time".
Haley sighed. "So, what do I say to him—about sex"?
"Nothing".
"But, I—".
"Absolutely nothing," Nathan told her. "You don't say anything, you can tell him you want a better relationship or you want to bond more, and if you absolutely feel the need to bring it up keep it—as close to health class as you can. Ask him if he is being safe? But, don't address anything else—you may not like the fact that he is having sex but that is something you can't control, he will keep having sex. But, he doesn't want to talk about anything about it with you—that's probably why he picked a fight with you earlier. He will do anything to keep from having that conversation with you—and anytime you feel the need or the want to talk about it, think about Jimmie. Think about your dad asking you the questions or saying what is going through your mind".
Nathan looked at Haley who looked semi traumatized by the comment, as she should be.
"Now, whose tutoring who"? Nathan asked, grinning.
"And in seven years, we will be doing this exact same thing—in reverse".
Nathan nodded. "You can use my own words against me—but when it comes to Lydia I prefer to be kept in the dark if you don't mind," he said. "But, then—think about it—a few years later, we will be done. No more sex talks, no more hormonal teenagers—nothing, our kids will be grown and we will start having teenagers, it will be our time, we will get to be alone—as much as we want. It will be just us, you and I".
Haley watched as Nathan kissed the back of her hand, and she just knew she had to burst his bubble. "About that—on a scale of one to Brooke, how drunk are you"?
"After I saw a picture of my son naked, I'd say a solid three," he said shaking his head.
"Okay, then this is a perfect time—you're drunk so you can't freak out too bad, and it will slightly numb the reaction," she said.
Nathan turned to look directly at her. "What the hell are you talking about"? He asked.
"Okay, so remember me talking about wanting to be Brooke's surrogate"?
"I still don't think that's a good idea, Hales, it goes to show the big heart you have but—".
Haley clasped her hand over his mouth. "I went to the doctor, I made the decision to do it, and I was going to stand by that decision. You said you would support me if I chose to do it and I did" she said lowering her hand. "I went to the doctor just to make sure everything was okay—and I could do it, before I told Brooke, and got her hopes up".
"Okay"?
Haley half-smiled because it looked as though her husband was too frightened to say anything else—after her small attack.
"They told me I couldn't—I couldn't carry her baby".
Nathan leaned forward and rubbed her arm, in an attempt to comfort her. "Hales, I'm sure Brooke will under—".
"I can't carry her baby, because I'm already carrying my own," she said.
Haley watched Nathan's face change, though the more time passed the harder it was for her to read what he might be feeling. She watched, he didn't speak, he didn't move—he just sat there, staring at her.
"Okay, since you're already—like this, I thought I would go on and tell you, my doctor called before we got on the plane," she said as she toyed with a loose button on his shirt. "He wants me to come in when I get back, he thinks it might be multiples—as in more than one, the medicine I was on while we were trying is used to boost ovulation so it can help you release more than one leg—are you breathing"?
Haley waved her hand in front of Nathan's face, and she waited.
"Multiples" he repeated, slowly—after a very significant time had passed. "As in more than one"?
"As your former tutor I'm very disappointed in that question," she said.
Nathan stood up and leaned against the wall, taking a long deep breath. "So—like twins—right"?
"He just said my levels were extremely high, which indicated multiples," Haley told him, as she looked up at her husband. "Without a sonogram, there is no way to tell for certain—but yes, maybe—twins".
Haley nibbled on her bottom lip as she looked up at her husband, and he pulled her up on to her feet—pressing his lips to hers.
"I didn't expect you to take it so well," Haley said smiling.
"Oh, I'm not—I'm panicking," he told her, lifting her up. "But, ever since we got on this plane all I could think about was what a great opportunity to join the mile high club—but I didn't have any condoms, and I just found out that I don't need them".
Haley wanted to laugh, or cry—she hadn't decided, but she didn't get a chance to before Nathan carried her into the bathroom, his lips glued to any and every part of her body.
"Is this really your best idea"? Haley asked, smiling.
"You just told me that not only are we going to be waking up with one baby again for a year, potty training, the terrible two's—we are going through all of that again, but this time with two babies," he said and pulled his shirt off over his head.
"I said maybe," Haley said running her hand down his bare chest.
"But, either way—you're pregnant"? He asked.
Haley nodded.
"And if I'm not a member of the mile-high club, I sure as hell know you're not," Nathan said bending down kissing her neck, sliding his hand up the back of her shirt. "Would you prefer to watch me die in a puddle of my own sweat—or celebrate life"?
Haley couldn't help but laugh, her husband and his horrible way with words.
And the two spent the next thirty minutes, joining the mile-high club.
A/N I hope you enjoyed this!
I had some difficulty writing the really long Naley scene/part (not sure what you call it when its writing) because I feel like we have already visited that conversation, but it needed to be visited again, since she found out Jamie was no longer a virgin.
I may have Reused some lines, but they were things that needed to be said again. As I wrote it, I thought 'well, this really is a double standard' and I even juggled with posting it at all because of the way I was feeling about it. But, The more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn't a double standard, & more based off the type of relationship you have with your parent.
In the series, Haley was always the intelligent one. She always knew how to handle each situation, that's why with her being a parent to a teenaged boy I really enjoy making her completely clueless like most parents or at some point, and having Nathan show her the ropes, not Because he knows everything about teenage boys but he does have a bigger clue because he wants one. So, he relates more. I really enjoy seeing her in a different light. She was always one of my favorite characters, but to see her need the tutoring it's fun for someone who love the show, and who is a writer that likes to explore different areas.
because he knows everything about teenage boys but he does have a bigger clue because he wants one. So, he relates more. I really enjoy seeing her in a different light. She was always one of my favorite characters, but to see her need the tutoring it's fun for someone who love the show, and who is a writer that likes to explore different areas.
A Naley baby? or Babies?! Whose excited?!
I did not include the teenagers, except a little in the start, I really just wanted a chapter that focused on the "adults" and the fun. Jamie was mentioned, but he is a key part in Naley's story, but everyone always seems so invested in the teenagers so I hope you didn't miss them too much.
Brucas is still moving forward, but I really didn't want them to "hook-up" for the first time in 16 or 17 years, on a plane. It's something appropriate when you have been married for as long as Nathan and Haley have, but when you have spent so much time apart you need time to fall back together.
Not to mention Brooke was a little drunk. Lol.
As you can tell she is still having trouble letting go of Julian, but her heart does pull for Lucas. There are times she hates it, and times she loves it. It's a slow story.
I feel like a lot of the other characters don't really get mentioned as much as I would like them to, so I try to include them as much as I could in this. Especially, having Jake and Lucas joking around that was a very important part of the story. To show that there are no hard feelings, with the past relationship he has Peyton.
Thank you to everyone who suggested this chapter, & who continues to read my story! You all mean so much!
I do have certain plans for my story, that I don't want to navigate away from, but if anyone has anything certain they would like to see happen leave a review, I always try to please my readers. Because, my story wouldn't have lasted this long if no one read it.
XOXO until next time!