A/N: Hello. Thanks to everyone who is still reading and reviewing. Some of you are asking for more Nathan, Haley and Brooke, so I'll try and work them in more for you. There is only going to be about 7 more chapters after this one, and I'm on holiday at the moment so they should go up pretty quick. I hope you enjoy the rest.

I'm not too sure how the maturity ratings work on here, but the first half of the chapter may not be suitable for younger readers.

Chapter 41

"I don't ever want to be your friend Ollie." He thought for a moment, and then told her how he really felt, "Every time I look at you though, I can hardly control myself. I don't want to scare you away by moving too quickly though."

She raised her eyebrows, overjoyed by what he had just admitted, "You know I'm no t easily scared, don't you?"

This time he was not going to miss the signal. "Yeah I do now."

She smirked, "'Bout time."

He laughed as he got up and followed her to the guest room. Usually Ollie stayed the night after watching the kids, and even though Luke, Peyton and Nathan knew Kaleb was helping her babysit, she doubted they had considered her not being alone tonight in the guest bed. Of course, Kaleb had to be home for his curfew, but they had the time being.

Ollie was nervous, not the type that you get before a speech in front of hundreds of people, but the sort of exhilarating nerves that you get as you step onto a roller coaster. From his eyes, she could tell he was feeling the same way.

They collapsed onto the bed simultaneously, their lips crashing together as they did so. Ollie hands were in his curly hair again and his were at her waist.

Both had seen movies, and read about this type of thing in books or magazines, but still neither really had any idea what they were doing. Awkwardly, Kaleb lifted his hands further up her back, this time inside her top. He waited for some kind of signal to stop, but none came, just her hot, soft tongue, lulling his own tongue into paradise.

Faltering as he came across her bra strap, she nodded slightly against him. The clasp was trickier than he had imagined it would be. His masculine fingers just couldn't seem to get the little loop off the tiny claw. Grunting, he rolled so that he was underneath her, with two hands now, he easily undid it.

Ollie smiled, and sat up, straddling him. As she pulled away she noticed he looked a bit put out. Laughing, she pulled his torso up toward her and tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt. Immediately, he realized what she wanted, and unbuttoned with hands shaking, both from excitement, and probably the mass of adrenaline currently flowing through him. Her hands followed his hands up as he unbuttoned, to her surprise, his stomach was hard and muscular, with abs clenched under her warm fingers. Maybe he wasn't quite the little nerdy boy everyone but she had thought he was.

With his shirt gone, Ollie's own disappeared fairly fast, along with her undone bra. As fascinated as her hands were with his bare chest and stomach, his were far more with her smooth white torso. He had never seen real life breasts before, but he was certain that Ollie's were perfection. The nipples responded to his touch, turning hard from his fingertips. Ollie moaned into his collarbone where she was roaming with her mouth. A moan of pleasure, not dislike.

They rolled back so that they were on their sides, Kaleb still taken with Ollie's breasts. He didn't even realize she had undone his pants, until they were around his knees, along with his boxers. His eyes turned into big round saucers as she brought one finger up to stroke him. It didn't take her all that long after that to get him hard.

Kaleb's little friend, suddenly stiffening under her hand though, caught her off guard a bit.

Rolling her unclothed body to the side of the bed, she watched his own naked body. He was the first boy she had seen fully naked, and the first boy to see her this way too. How, though, could she possibly know if she was ready for the next step?

"Kaleb?" she whispered huskily, drawing his eyes to her face, "Are we going to do this?"

"I don't know," he whispered, as uncertain as she was. "Do you want to?"

"I don't know."

They lay in silence for a few minutes just watching each other. Olllie noticed things about him that she had been too heated to see before. He had a long thin scar running from just under his left ribs to his left hip. It looked like a burn; she wondered if it was something his mom had done to him. She also noticed his little belly button which was an outie unlike her own innie.

She also looked into his eyes, which were looking at her with the same wonderment she felt looking at him.

"Kaleb?" she whispered again, once more bringing his eyes back to her face, "I think I'm in love with you."

He smiled the warmest smile she had ever seen someone give, "I think I'm in love with you too."

She smiled too, and made her decision, "Do you have a condom?"

Double dates. They had never really been Nathans style. But when Luke had asked himself and Haley to come help them scope out the competition of a new club in town, he couldn't exactly say no.

Much to Peyton's pleasure, He did have to say that he much preferred Tric to this place. He seemed a bit lost here. Back at Tric, when the girls were off dancing, as they were now, he would usually have a good chat with Owen, the bartender, who he had gotten to know quite well over the years. Here though, the bartender looked somewhat like a stoned 13 year old girl, who had lost a few items of clothing.

He was sitting on a barstool, watching Haley and Peyton dance with Luke. Sure, watching Haley dance wasn't exactly torture, but it was a bit awkward being the only sober person in a club full of people off their face drunk.

Peyton broke away from the mob of people dancing to the upbeat techno and wandered over to him, flushed and grinning.

"Hey Nate," she smiled, taking a seat next to him. "Having a good time?"

"Yeah alright," he smiled back, somewhat shocked by the steadiness of Peyton's voice.

"Does Haley know you don't drink Nathan?" she asked, surprising him a little.

He shook his head, "I haven't told her. I don't want her to feel like she shouldn't drink just because I don't. What about you though, you seem pretty sober yourself?"

Peyton winked, "Can't lose face in front of the competition." She whispered, peering around the club.

He laughed at his sister in laws antics.

"Well I'm going to back and dance," told him, "You should come join us."

"Yeah I might soon."

Chucking his empty soda can into a trash bin; he headed over to where Haley was, surrounded by men trying to dance with her. Pushing his way through to her, he put his hands on her hips, to let all the other guys know to back off.

"Nathan!" she practically shouted, quite drunkly, over the music, "I thought you weren't going to come and dance with me."

He chuckled, "Well I had too with all those men ogling you."

"They were just looking," she slurred, "Only you're allowed to touch."

She stumbled forward, the alcohol fully taking away her balance. He caught her in his arms.

"Come on, let's go sit down," he whispered gently, half leading, half carrying her to a chair.

"You always catch me" she quietly, forced out, sounding completely out of it.

"Wait here, Ok." He told her, even though he was fairly sure that even if she wanted to, moving would probably be impossible.

Nathan hurried over to where Peyton and Luke were still caught up in each other dancing.

In Peyton's ear, he whispered, "I think Haley's had enough, I'm going to take her home."

"Ok," she nodded, "Be safe Nate."

He smiled and nodded, fare welling the very drunk Lucas.

Back where he had left Haley, she was falling asleep, curled up in the chair. Gently, so not to scare her, he shook her shoulder until she aroused a little.

"I'm going to take you home now OK?"

"Mnno" she groaned as he began to lead her from the club. "I don't wanna go home."

"But you're tired, you cant sleep here." He told her gently.

"No," she complained, then struggled to put together a sentence, "I hate home. It's quiet and lonely. You're not at home." She trailed off, her head nodding again.

He looked down at her, if she were sober; she never would have admitted that.

"Come home with me then," he whispered into her hair as she stumbled along, "Come live with me."

He got no reply, just a sleepy, but happy smile.