Blue-Eyed Boy Meets Brown-Eyed Girl
Chapter 2
To say the car ride home was awkward would be an understatement. The good thing about Brooke is that when she sees guys and get distracts by them she um, how should I put this… uses her womanly ways to distract them too. Me on the other hand, I'm boy retarded. I get distracted and then try to un-distract myself by rambling on about things no one cares about and well, that's exactly what happened here.I asked Nathan where exactly in California he was from and he said San Diego. I was distracted by his hotness though and all I heard was "San" so I went on a tangent about how much I love the show Full House since it's about San Francisco. That's when I realized what I was talking about meant nothing to him being that those were two totally different cities. He just chuckled out of pity but I knew I was kind of freaking him out. And that's when the one thing I dread the most happened… the awkward silence.
The drive home was about forty-five minutes in total but it felt like forever. It certainly didn't help that once the silence fell over us Nathan would glance over from time to time allowing his eyes to linger on me. I don't think he realized I noticed but oh boy – I noticed. How could one not? Feeling those ice blue eyes stare right into your soul. It was like he was trying to read me or something. Needless to say, I had perma-goose bumps that whole ride under his curious gaze.
Once we got to Tree Hill, I realized Karen was working and Lucas wouldn't be home yet. That meant only one thing… my house."Hey, um, Nathan?" I asked, biting my lip. The last thing I wanted to do was be an annoyance.
"Yeah?" He asked, turning his face to look directly at me.
"I realize you probably want to just go home and relax but Karen is at the café and Lucas isn't home so I think you'll have to stay at my house for a bit until he gets back from picking up Peyton's dad."
"Oh um, okay."
"And don't worry. My parent's aren't going to be home to annoy you. Or any of my siblings either. I guess it's your lucky day!" I kid, my face blushing. Why do I say such things?
"I don't think your parents would be annoying," he laughs.
"Oh Nathan you have not met my parents! Where do you think I get my genes from?" I giggle. Is this me trying to flirt. I can't really tell but if it is well then, Brooke would be ashamed. Oh my god, Brooke. Brooke who's boy toy this is. The Brooke that would kill me if she knew what I was thinking right now. Damn.
"What are you talking about? If you're trying to imply you're annoying then you're wrong. Talkative yes. Annoying, no." Is he trying to make me blush?
"Well, thanks, um, Nathan." I say nervously, suddenly aware of his gaze on my face. I really hope I don't have any pimples today. "Oh look we're here!"
I hop out of the car and up the steps before he can say another word. I know I should have waited for him to get his things but well, awkward situations freak me out. By the time he reaches the porch, I have finally unlocked the door – damn my nervous fingers for not allowing me to do it quicker.
Once we get inside, I throw my keys down on the nearest table and just kind of mill around. I mean, what's a person to do when you've got an unexpected houseguest, especially one that you don't really know.
After doing a couple more laps around the kitchen, touching this, straightening that, I turn back toward the entryway to see Nathan standing in the doorway, bags in hand, just kind of staring me down. Duh! How could I be so dumb? He's never been to my house before. He barely know me. I didn't even say make yourself at home!
"Oh gosh, Nathan I am so sorry," I say scurrying over to him. "I'm not really the best person to welcome someone. I'm kind of socially challenged."
"You're too hard on yourself," he laughs. "but I would appreciate it if there was somewhere to put my bags. They're pretty damn heavy."
"Ah, yes! Here let me um, take one from you," I sputter out, grabbing for one his bags.
"No really, it's okay just lead the way," he pleads, making an attempt to stop my prying hands. But it was too late. As soon as I grabbed the bag and took two steps, it was already on the floor and I was out of breath.
"I warned you," he said, laughing at me.
"Jesus man," I say between pants. "I know I have scrawny arms, but what do you have in that thing?"
"It's got most of my basketball equipments, plus random things like Frisbees and some of my clothes."
"It would have been nice if you had told me that," I say a bit agitated, I mean I just made a fool out of myself in front of the most gorgeous person I've ever seen.
"I tried to warn you, but really Haley it's okay. Just um, show me where I can put all my stuff."
"Oh yes, okay. Well I guess then follow me to the living room. You can just put your stuff down anyway and relax on the couch."
"Sounds good to me," he smirks following me down the hall to the living room. I stay in the doorway admiring his absolutely perfect "bod," watching as he places his bags down then takes an exhausted plop down onto the sofa.
Wanting to get Brooke before any of this got more awkward, I decided to make a quick exit, but not before I made sure he was comfortable.
"So um, the TV's there, you can watch whatever you want, and um, I'll be upstairs. I've got to do something real quick. Sorry about um, dropping your uh, bags. Yeah. Okay well, be right back."
And with that I was rushing down the hall and up the stairs before anyone could even attempt to utter the word "spaz." Once I got into the safe heaven known as my bedroom, I flopped down onto my bed and cursed myself for being so socially retarded in front of guys. I mean here is the most beautiful person I've ever seen- he ice blue eyes seem to be haunting me, and I can barely state a sentence without the words "uh" and "um," or go a long period of time without something awkward happening.
Once I let out one nice, long, huge sigh, I get myself up off the bed and grab what I believe is the hugest Super Soaker ever to be found at a local toy store (compliments of my brothers from when they were younger of course…) which is propped up just below my window. After opening my window, I left the massive thing, pump it a bunch of times, then click the little trigger to see a huge line of water crossing of my yard, into Brooke's and hitting her window spot on. How I can easily hit Brooke's window with a Super Soaker, yet hand me a ball of any sort and watch my inability to hit even close to the basket, net, hoop, hole, is still a mystery to me.
Usually, when we hit her window it's a sign she should come over or something of that sorts. And usually she's over within a minute. But today, several lines of water later, she has yet to acknowledge me. And several glances towards her driveway later, I realize this is probably because she's not home seeing as her car isn't in the driveway.
Letting out a sigh of defeat and most possibly confusion, I mean what am I going to do to keep Nathan busy for god knows how long, I turned around, Super Soaker still in hand to be met by an unexpected figure in the doorway.
Catching me off guard, I flinch a bit, causing my finger to hit the trigger on the Super Soaker and a sharp line of water to go careening through my room at the figure which I now realize could only be Nathan.
"Ah, shit, god!" He screams out of surprise at the water I am still (yes, my hands didn't get the memo to lay off the trigger) shooting at him. "Stop, stop! Please Haley, stop!"
"Oh my gosh… Nathan," I say, holding a giggle back in my throat. I'm about to say more but then all of a sudden I'm letting out a full out straight-from-your-stomach laugh. Gosh, it feels so good. Before I know it, I'm hunched over laughing my ass off, tears rimming my eyes, and I'm sure Nathan is looking at me like I'm crazy. Which is probably a correct statement considering I just got him completely drenched my a Super Soaker.
When I finally let up, I see him standing in my doorway, arms cross, shirt soaked, and his face in the most sexy and mysterious grin I've ever seen.
"Oh you think this is funny now do you Haley?" He states seriously.
"Maybe… a little," I giggle nervously. His eyes are on me so intensely I almost shiver under his gaze.
"Hmm… I don't know. It's not very welcoming. You know, I just get here and there you are shooting me with a Super Soaker. Which by the way, what do you have that for?"
Normally I'd feel bad by his words but I can tell he's just egging me on. So I decide to play along. Suddenly I'm less nervous. Less of a spaz. Maybe it's the reassurance that I could always just squirt him with my water gun. Who knows! "I'd tell you but… then I'd have to kill you."
"You're an interesting one Haley," he states, still smirking. "But my father always taught me to never just sit down and take something."
Uh oh, this could not be good. Please don't tell me he's got a gigantic Super Soaker in his back pocket… "Okay…" I choke out. "But just remember that you don't have the water gun in your hands."
He laughs at this before his smirk gains something else to it… menace. "Oh no, I have something better."
And before I know it his shirt is up and over his head- and by the way, my assumption I had before of a six pack, totally right- and being whipped at me. Gosh, he really is related to Lucas. There has been many a time he's chased us girls around the pool whipping towels at us, and now his much hotter cousin is chasing me around my room, whipping his drenched shirt at me.
After a couple laps around my room, which included several runs across my bed, my internal magnet for embarrassing moments kicks in and I'm down on the ground after having slipped on some stray water from my Super Soaker.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" He asks tenderly, squatting down next to me.
"What? Yeah," I sputter, sitting up. "Yeah I'm fine. Gosh I'm such a klutz."
"You're not a klutz. I mean, we were running around a cluttered bedroom. It was bound to happen to one of us," he chuckles before extending his hand out to me to help me up.
I grab his hand, suddenly aware of how clammy mine are, and he's helping me up. By the time I lift my eyes from their gaze to the floor, I realize he's staring at me and suddenly his blue eyes are looking directly into my brown pools. A shiver runs down my spine. I've just met him and yet right now, I feel like we've known each other forever. Like he's staring into my soul.
And at this exact moment I see his head beginning to lean towards me; realize his hand is still holding mine from when he helped me up and I'm pretty sure he's about to kiss me. Actually I'm very sure. And I'm also very sure I want him to kiss me. And just as I begin to lean towards him, and his blue eyes are still intensely on mine as my brown eyes start to flutter closed I hear the one thing that could ruin the moment more than my natural tendency toward awkwardness and embarrassment.
"Hales, are you home yet!?"
Brooke Davis.