Peyton cleared her throat and leaned forward placing her hand on her father's forehead, "Are you sick?" She asked confused.

"No I'm not sick sweetheart," He told her gently.

She took her hand back and glanced at him with a now stony face, Haley watched as her face turned from sweet to stone, "Ellie couldn't have had another kid, I mean look at her…" She paused and pointed towards Haley, "She looks like the same age, and I know your not about to tell me that she's my twin."

"No she's not your twin and she's not Ellie's daughter."

"So whose daughter is she?" Haley let a small smile escape her lips, waiting to see how her father was going to explain this, "Seriously dad!" Peyton yelled at her father, now standing.

"Mine," He told her quietly.

Her eyes widened in horror, "You're shitting me."

"Watch your mouth," He told her.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh?" He asked now confused.

"Where you planning on dropping this bomb and then go back out on your next job, leaving me to bond with my sister?" She was still yelling.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm going to take some personal time off."

"We can't afford that." She said still yelling.

He stood up and looked at his two daughters, "Don't tell me what we can and can not afford."

"Right, cause I'm no longer a part of this family," She said quietly on the verge of tears.

"Peyton…"

"No dad, I'm not putting up with this. I'll be at Brooke's!" She yelled running out the door.

"That went well," Haley said a moment later.

"Shut-up," He said but not mean or bitterly, just frustrated.

"Are we going to have an encore when your wife gets home?" She said smiling at his discomfort, she hadn't noticed that Peyton came back into the house and heard the whole encounter.

"My mom's dead, don't you dare talk about her!" Peyton said stepping up to her father's side.

"Sorry," Haley said quietly, knowing the pain of her own mother's death.

"I thought you were going to be at Brooke's," Larry asked his daughter.

"I came back to grab clothes, but listening to her…" Peyton replied pointing at Haley, "I don't think she deserves to be in my house, with my father. This is my place, not hers. She can leave."

"That makes two of us, let's convince daddy to emancipate me." Haley said sarcastically.

Larry cleared his throat and glanced back and forth between the two girls, "Peyton, why don't you show her to her room."

"Your room," Peyton pointed towards the room across the hallway as she stood in her own door way, "My room." She stood with her hands on her hips and her face of stone.

"Thanks…" Haley began and then stopped herself. Three months and she would be gone, why make friends with this spoiled girl?

"Listen, I don't need you following me around."

"Right, we are not sisters, and we never will be."

"Exactly." Haley stood and waited for Peyton to walk away first, but she didn't budge, "I have a life here." Haley kept her lips tight. Her mother had always taught her that if she didn't have anything nice to say then to not say anything at all. "It's not like I blame you for this situation, but I'm not into charity cases and I won't help you out."

"I don't need your help and for the record, I don't blame you either." Haley shut her door, she was already close to tears and the last thing she needed was for this girl to see her crying. Peyton stood there for a moment longer taking in the conversation. She shook her head, and breathed a sigh of relief; at least the two girls seemed to be on the same page.

Haley glanced around the plain room, her new room. The room was decorated like the rest of the house, but this one seemed to be worse, like they through all the left over furniture together to make this guest room. There was a day bed against the wall, and on the wall across was a dresser with four draws, and a small TV sitting on top. There were framed pictures of several people she obviously didn't know. One of a small Peyton standing with two older blonde women, Peyton looked like she was 8 in the picture.

Haley put the picture back in its pace and opened the closet door, it was full of winter coats and boxes marked 'Anna's Things'. Haley rolled her eyes, "And where am I supposed to put my things?"

"I was just coming to move that stuff for you," A voice behind her answered, she spun around surprised by the voice.

"What about knocking?" She asked once the initial surprise wore off.

Larry watched his daughter plop on the bed and cross her arms, "I did knock, but you didn't answer so I didn't think you were in here." He tried to explain, but she wasn't really in the mood to listen.

"When is my stuff getting here?"

"The movers said it would be a couple of days. Do you need anything in particular?"

"A new room."

"This is all we have. Sorry," He began to pick up the boxes and move them out. Haley watched for a few moments, but jumped up and grabbed her keys, purse and headed for the door, "Where are you going?" Larry yelled to her from the top of the stairs.

"What does it look like? I'm going out." She yelled pausing at the door.

"I thought the three of us could get some dinner." He suggested quieting down.

"I've got plans," Peyton said trotting down the stairs passing her father.

"And I just don't want to." Haley said.

"I want…" Larry began, but was cut off.

"What dad?" Peyton asked stopping next to Haley voice sounding annoyed, "I made these plans before you brought her here, and you can't expect me to cancel them now."

"Fine, but we are having dinner together tomorrow night. Plan on it." He said Peyton smiled, "And be home by nine."

"NINE?!" Both girls yelled shocked.

"I don't have a curfew, especially during the summer," Haley said irritated.

"Well now you do, it's a new town and I don't want to have to worry…"

"Don't try to be my father now!" Haley yelled putting her hands on her hips, "I'll come back to your house when I'm ready." She turned and left without waiting for his reaction.

"She's right you know," Peyton said to her father, "She's what 16? You can't expect her to just jump on and listen to the rules her father is setting for her."

"No, but you listening to me would help."

"Not if it means a nine o'clock curfew." She paused and looked up at him, "Ease up a little, it's not like either of us have forgiven you yet. I'm taking the car." She grabbed the keys from the table and shut the door behind her.