A/N: Hi! OMGOTH23 here…please don't hurt us, those of you who are actually still reading this. Things have been really stressful and crazy so that is the reason for the really really ridiculously long overdue update.

But as a special treat to you we are updating 2, that's right, TWO chapters at once…YAY!? A slight bribe to keep you interested…maybe but you're definitely not gonna quit on us now are ya? I thought not =D

Disclaimer…yea don't own anything, my empty bank account is an attest to that

But anyway on with the story…

Chapter 6: Drunken Works are Sober Thoughts

Two weeks later…

Rachel Gatina yawned and rolled out of the bed. She looked over on the other side and smiled. Her roommate and new best friend Haley James, she preferred to leave the "Scott" out, was still sleeping. Rachel would wake up early every day for two reasons. The first reason was Cheer Nazi, a.k.a. Brooke Davis, and her stupid morning sessions but if everyone was there on-time, then Brooke would let them skip the afternoon session, psh some Nazi. The second and most important reason for her to get up this fucking early was that she could do her favorite thing in the world.

Watch Haley sleep.

It was the only time of the day when Haley actually looked like she was happy. Rachel reached over and gently brushed a few strands of hair out of Haley's face and smiled. And this was the only reason Rachel was glad that her parents cut her off. Haley didn't need to know that secretly Rachel had enough money to buy a couch; she didn't need to know that she secretly loved spending extra time close to the girl, and she definitely didn't need to know that she was falling in love.

Over the two weeks Rachel had become daring in her morning routines. At first it was a simple glance before dragging herself out of the warmth that was her and Haley's bed then heading off to practice. It slowly turned into a gentle touch to the cheek or stroke of her hair. But recently she realized, after tentative touches, that Haley was a sound sleeper and Rachel used this to her advantage.

Slowly leaning forward Rachel's let her lips whisper over Haley's forehead reveling in the tingles the slight touch left her with. With a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart she left the safety and comfort she felt with Haley for the cold harsh gym that her torture was housed.

~HS~

Haley woke with a stretch reaching out her arms as far as they would allow before finally letting them fall to the cushy bed. Feeling the cold empty bed next to her left her with a feeling she didn't quite understand. Sure she and Rachel had become best friends in two weeks but this was more than missing just a best friend. It didn't help that her dreams had been mixing up all her feelings. She was just so damn confused about all of this.

She should be longing for Nathan's touch but she found herself yearning for Rachel's touch and her dream to become reality. Why must my life be so complicated? I mean seriously?!? WTF? Married at 16, country wide tour with The Wreckers, parents in who knows what state, practically divorced at 16, friends that can't stand to be in the same room as her, and finding herself increasingly attracted to her new roommate and best friend. Definitely out of the norm for a teenager.

"Enough thinking or you're gonna have a headache for your shift," Haley muttered to herself as she rolled over on her side to check the clock. "Shit!"

Haley sprang out of bed realizing that she only had twenty minutes to get ready and get to the café if she wanted to make it on time.

~HS~

Haley took a look around the small café. The afternoon rush had passed so she was given some time to catch up on her homework. Being MIA for three months then coming back does tend to set you back a couple of steps. These past two weeks had been a tad bit crazy with getting used to her café schedule and school load again but she had some help. Still being in "rockstar" mode, as Rachel liked to call it, left her with a continuous struggle to care about what she was doing. It wasn't like she didn't care, per say, about Karen or school or her job it was just getting back her "Tutor Girl" work ethic that seemed to be the issue.

But she had to get the work ethic back, at least for Karen's sake, after all Karen had been there for her the moment she walked back into Tree Hill. It was good to know that she still had someone from her pre-tour days that still looked out for her. It was calming to know that even though she royally screwed up that someone had her back.

And then there was Rachel; ever since her dreams started Rachel had been consuming her thoughts. Every night various dreams of Rachel would be sprinkled in with the nightmares that had become her life. Just as flashes of her and Rachel in a make out session started to fill her mind she heard the bell signaling that an order was up. Focus, you're working…besides you can fantasize about Rachel when you get home.

~HS~

"Are you sure about this?" Nathan said as the SUV screeched to a stop in front of Karen's Café.

"Nate, everybody is talking about how Haley dumped you for a chick. You can't let that kinda shit ride." Jason said as he put the car into park.

"Yeah, man, she making you look like a punk. I can't be seen with no punks." Conner chimed in from the back seat.

"I'm not a punk. And I don't see how this has anything to do with the team." Nathan said, what the fuck does the team care about my life off the court?

"You know, you gotta squash this shit now. The longer this goes on the worse it's going to look. The younger guys on the team got your back but the seniors…the seniors think you are a joke." Jason started messing with the dials on the radio.

"What?" Nathan was starting to get ticked off.

"Yeah, I heard some of them talk mad shit about you. Saying stuff like Nathan Scott can't run his woman so how is he going to run the team?" Conner said from the back seat.

"I have been carrying those assholes since 9th grade. They have no right!" Nathan grumbled.

"And I kinda think they are right…" Jason mumbled.

"Shut the fuck up, jackass." Nathan said sternly and rolled down the window of the truck. He could see Haley inside waiting on tables and smiling. She looked happy. Happier than when he saw her last. He felt his heart flutter slightly from seeing his wife. But he quickly pushed those feelings down. Conner and Jason may be a pair of dumbasses but they did have a point. He couldn't go one day without somebody asking him how he lost Haley to a girl. He clenched his jaw and glared at the window again. She was supposed to be somewhere crying about the way she fucked their marriage up. Not living in their old apartment with some hot ass model looking chick.

"Let's go."

~HS~

"I'll get that right away," Haley smiled cheerfully to the table she was currently waiting on. She turned at the sound of the door chiming. Her bright smile dulled when she saw who was standing in the doorway, just fucking great.

Nathan made eye contact with Haley and his heart still fluttered. He had to remind himself that he was here to confront her not to make up with her.

"Haley, we need to talk." He said through clenched teeth.

"Nathan, I'm working," Haley growled slightly not liking the manner that Nathan had chosen to confront her. The cafe was no place to have their imminent yelling match. Karen didn't need to deal with their marital problems any longer; she had been put through enough.

Peyton, who was sitting in one of the corner booths, took in the sight before her. This can't be good. She had come here with every intention of talking to Haley but as fate would have it she had chickened out deciding to lay low. But now it looked like she was about to get the show of a lifetime.

"We need to talk now." Nathan raised his voice just enough to get Haley's attention. He grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the table she was waiting on. Not waiting for her response he growled, "what the fuck is going on with you?"

"What the fuck is going on with me?" Haley asked in disbelief as she yanked her arm free of Nathan's grasp.

"What the fuck is going on with you? You have some nerve coming in here and treating me like this." Haley was fuming. There was nothing is this world that could justify Nathan's actions towards her. She hadn't seen or heard from him since that day at his house and now here he is trying bark at her.

"Nerve? You are the one who is making me look like a punk!" Nathan said.

"What?" Haley stammered as she slowly started to realize what Nathan was so upset about.

"Don't play dumb, Haley. Everybody has seen you running around with that new chick." Nathan leaned close to Haley so his face was by her ear.

"You go from fucking Keller to fucking a girl. That's low." Nathan felt a little guilty as soon as the words left his lips but he was trying to hurt Haley again and he knew the words would hit their mark.

"How dare you," she growled. She quickly glanced around the cafe noticing that some of the occupants had taken notice to their argument. "Don't you dare accuse me of something that you have no fucking idea about!"

"You'll defend some fucking redheaded bitch but you don't even care about me. You are so goddamned selfish. That's why I wouldn't take you back...you care about everyone but me..." Nathan fired back at Haley once again trying to hurt her.

"Bullshit!" Haley practically screamed. "I care about you. I cared about you when I shouldn't have. You're the selfish one. You were the one that made me chose. You're the one that forced us into this goddamn situation." Haley took a couple calming breaths trying to keep her thoughts in order. Part of her knew that the source of this wasn't all from Nathan, that it had to be coming from some other influence.

"This is your fault not mine. Don't you dare go blaming this on me or Rachel."

"Ok, so it's my fault that you decided to go and fuck around on me. It's my fault that you jumped into the first warm bed you could find." Nathan growled.

"You are such a fucking liar. You never want to take the blame for any(thing…DELETE) fucking thing you do. You fucking pathetic bitch." Nathan said as the guys slapped him on the back, signaling their approval. He could tell he was hurting her but he still didn't feel that he'd gone far enough.

Haley's will to continue this fight was starting to waver. She was beyond pissed at the way Nathan was acting but his words were hitting her hard. He wasn't even giving her a chance to defend herself and to prove him wrong.

"You don't know what you're talking about," she spoke softly not knowing where her voice had vanished to. It was like all her anger was draining her energy.

"I did not fuck Chris as you like to think," Haley started trying with a last effort to defend herself. "The tour was purely about music, nothing more nothing less."

"I have always been faithful to you," Haley spoke suddenly finding her voice. "I don't deserve this treatment that you and the rest of Tree Hill seem to think that I do. I went after my dream and apparently for anyone but Nathan Scott that's a sin."

Peyton looked on with a proud smile. It was refreshing to see Haley finally taking a stand at defending herself. After Rachel's outburst at practice about Nathan's ultimatum she couldn't help thinking that if everything Rachel said was true. And if it was, then why would Haley just take all the shit that's been thrown at her?

Haley let a small tear roll down her cheek. She couldn't believe that she was shedding more tears over Nathan Scott. Slowly she glanced around the café looking for any form of strength but what she found almost knocked her off her feet. Sitting in a corner booth was none other than Peyton Sawyer. The same Peyton Sawyer that supposedly believed Rachel, I guess for some people the best friend bond is harder to break.

Shaking her head sadly, Haley lowered her head before running out of the café ignoring Karen's pleas to stay.

~HS~

"Hey, it's my roommate, Rachel... Hey Rachel!" Haley said as she took another long sip from the Smirnoff bottle. When she got home, Haley looked in her pill bottle only to find that she had a few left so instead of using them up, she decided to switch to a different vice. She had gotten halfway through the bottle before she started to feel loopy.

"I heard about what happened with Nathan at the Café. You ok?" Rachel asked as she sat her bag down by the door.

"Sure…I am just married to an asshole…but you know them the breaks…" Haley turned and looked at Rachel. She smiled at her.

"Did I ever tell you, that you are pretty, like really pretty?" Haley asked as she stared at into Rachel's eyes

"Noooo," Rachel dragged out not knowing where Haley was coming from. It seemed that she had come home to yet again find Haley in one of her states; if the vodka bottle wasn't a hint then the slurring was a red flag. This always seemed to happen after she had a run in with Nathan or Lucas. She couldn't believe that those Scott men, more likely boys, still had such power over her roommate. However, this time around, Haley seemed a little more aware than she usually did.

"Looks like you've been having a good time without me. And here I thought we were friends," she said in mock hurt.

"Yeah…we are...I just was...having some of whatever the hell this stuff is...and didn't think that you would mind," Haley replied sheepishly as she took another sip from the bottle and showed it to her roommate. "It's really yummy!"

"I think that you've had enough," Rachel smirked at her lightweight of a roommate. She didn't expect Haley to be a heavy drinker but she assumed that the tour had toughened her up. She took the bottle and took a big swig loving the burning sensation the liquid created.

"Some rock star you are, you can't even drink straight vodka tsk, tsk." She mocked hoping to get a reaction from the petite blonde plus drunk Haley seemed a little more fun than the usual mopey Haley she seemed to transform into after a run in with a Scott.

Haley smirked. "Ok first, I didn't recognize the bottle…and second first…I can handle a lot more than Vodka..."

Haley got up and went over to the cabinet where Rachel kept what she called the 'good shit' opened the doors.

"Pick your poison...And I will drink you under this table." She knocked on the counter which wasn't a table but the challenge was still out there and ready to be accepted.

Rachel stood there for a second. She didn't want to take advantage of Haley but chances like this don't come around that often if ever. If she was really going to try and make a move on Haley, this was the best chance she had since the day that they kissed on the couch. And plus maybe, Haley would remember it this time. She had a wicked little grin on her face and decided to go for it.

"A challenge, I like it," Rachel smirked waltzing her way towards Haley making sure to add a little extra oomph to her walk. After all she was trying to get the girl's attention and a little sway to her walk was good start.

"Hmmmm, I don't know what to chose; they're all so delicious."

Haley raised an eyebrow as she watched Rachel's hips sway back and forth. There was something so simple but at the same so sexy about the way those blue jeans hugged Rachel's backside. There had been a couple times when she would catch a glimpse of it when Rachel would wear those boy shorts she liked so much. Every time she did see it, Haley would take a little mental picture and file it away. She found herself staring at the redhead's ass so intently that she missed Rachel picking out the drink of choice.

"Hola Jose, long time, no habla," Rachel smiled as she pulled the handle of Jose from the shelf taking notice that her tank top started to ride up her stomach a little bit. She let stay that for a seconds until she noticed that Haley was sitting there staring at her intently, Gotcha...

"Damn..." Haley whispered. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Haley just couldn't take her eyes off of Rachel. She let her eyes drink in every little peek of skin and it was starting to get to her. She started to get these flashes from the dream she had. But what she was seeing in front of her eyes was definitely better than the dream. She watched as Rachel reached up in the cabinet for two shot glasses and she felt like she was going fall out of the chair from watching Rachel move.

"So…umm…what's the game here? Truth or dare…or umm…checkers…"

"No games. You said you could drink me under the table Miss James." Rachel said as she set up two shot glasses. She filled each glass and then leaned over the counter, getting as close as she could to Haley's face without kissing her. Her forehead was up against Haley's and she could feel the singer's breath dancing across her lips. She couldn't help but smile. Being this close to Haley again was better than she imagined.

"Shot for shot. Last girl standing wins."

Rachel stayed in Haley's face for a few extra seconds. Haley smiled and slid her tongue over her top lip slowly. She had done this a few times on the tour with Tripp. They had played it for a month straight with every alcohol beverage known to man. At first she couldn't hang but now thanks to the pills and all of those late drinking sessions with Tripp, she could hang with the best of them. She felt a little bad about tricking Rachel but hey she wanted to see if Haley could beat her. She took the shot glass and downed it.

"Game on..."

30 minutes and 3/4ths of the bottle later…

Rachel looked up and couldn't help the internal cry of joy. Haley looked hotter than ever. Her hair was slightly tousled, lips wet from the alcohol, breasts heaving slightly from her erratic breathing. It was like a dream, so perfect. She felt like she was tipsy but she couldn't be tipsy off of…damn how many of these did she have? She had to focus. Haley was right where she wanted her to be. She gave the young tutor another smoldering look.

"You know if you keep looking me like that, I might start thinking...umm stuff..." Haley giggled as she filled the glass once again. Rachel did look amazing. But she always looked amazing even first thing morning. She wanted to tell her but she never said it. However, after drinking half a bottle of Vodka and 3/4 of a bottle of Jose', she was feeling a little brave.

"You are really fucking hot..." She blurted out. Haley quickly slapped her hands over her mouth and started laughing.

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes you did," Rachel couldn't help the slight purr to her voice. She was on cloud nine. Haley had just called her hot. She walked around from the other side of the counter and stopped once she was beside Haley's seat. Haley stood from her seat still laughing.

"What'cha doin' now?"

She took a few small steps towards Haley closing the gap between them. Rachel hooked her fingers into the front belt loops of Haley's blue jeans, pulling Haley's lower half closer to her body. When Haley's midsection bumped against hers, she moaned just a little bit.

"I just…wanted to tell you…the feeling is mutual," She whispered never breaking her eyes from Haley's.

"What are you doing..." Haley asked. She could feel Rachel's waist against hers. Her body felt as if there were a thousand butterflies flapping around. She couldn't focus on anything but how much she wanted to touch Rachel. Once again, she spoke her thoughts aloud.

"Because...this is really fucking hot..."

"I'm glad you see things my way," Rachel smirked. She moved her fingers slightly so that they were now toying with the waistline of Haley's jeans. She fought back a moan when she felt just how silk smooth Haley's skin was; it was like touching a baby's skin, sooooo soft.

Her head was swimming. Maybe it was because she was drunk or maybe it was because Rachel was finally doing the thing she had dreamt about. She gently put her hand on the waist of the redhead. She dragged the tips of her fingers across Rachel's flat stomach. She was so different from Nathan. She moved her hands to the small of the taller girl's back.

Haley couldn't exactly remember when but at some point during their little drinking challenge Rachel had decided to take her tank top off leaving her in her sports bra and jeans. But she wasn't about to complain.

"I want you to do me a favor...I need for you to do it..."Haley looked into Rachel's eyes. And she saw something that she had seen before. It was that same thing she saw when she had that argument with Rachel a few weeks ago. Haley smiled a sexy lil smile and continued.

"I need you to do it now..."

"Anything for you," Rachel whispered still trying to fight the moan dying to get out. Haley's hands were like magic as they ghosted over her skin.

"Kiss me..." Haley held her breath and waited for Rachel to make her move. She had to have read the look right. This is what Rachel wanted, right? She pulled the redhead's body closer to hers and her breasts pushed against hers.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Rachel smirked. She inched closer not going the full way. Despite Haley's request she still needed to know that this was what Haley wanted, not just the alcohol speaking.

"Don't think...just fucking do it" Haley moaned. She couldn't take this much longer as she stood there waiting.

And that was all Rachel needed before crashing her lips onto Haley's. She had dreamt about this night ever since Haley had kissed her two weeks ago. And now that she had her dream she wasn't about to let her go. She snaked her arms around Haley's waist pulling her even closer.

Haley couldn't believe how good this felt in real life. Rachel's lips were as soft as she had always imagined them. Haley opened her mouth and allowed the kiss to get deeper. Her mouth tasted so good. She could candy and she could still taste the Jose that they had drunk. Haley slowly let her tongue enter into Rachel's mouth.

Rachel moaned when she felt Haley deepen the kiss. Un-fucking believable! Cloud nine couldn't even begin to explain how amazing this was. She let her tongue mingle with Haley's relishing in the feeling of being so close, so connected with the smaller girl.

She knew that air was becoming an issue but it barely registered in her mind that oxygen was necessary. Haley was consuming her thoughts. She pulled back reluctantly. She was panting heavily. Looking at Haley she could see that she was having the same breathing issues, she looks so cute, eyes shut, chest heaving...scratch that she's sexy as sin.

Haley gasped as she let the air filled her lungs. She couldn't even form thoughts anymore. This was driving her insane. God she had to have more of this. No she needed more of this.

Haley looked at the counter top and then back at Rachel.

"Up."

Rachel looked puzzled but just for a minute, she wants on the counter, me likey. Rachel brought her hands to Haley's hips and helped her onto the counter walking instantly between her thighs. She couldn't help but think that this was where she was meant to be.

"More..." Haley growled and then pulled Rachel's mouth back to hers once again. She didn't waste any time and slid her tongue between her roommates' lips. She wanted to feel her tongue against Rachel's. God she never thought somebody could drive her body so crazy just from a kiss. She let her hands play in the long fiery locks of Rachel's.

Rachel moaned when she felt Haley run her delicate fingers through her hair, I wonder what they would feel like...oh God! She felt Haley's lips latch onto her neck sucking away like a thirsty vampire.

Haley sucked as much as Rachel's neck into her mouth as she could. The combination of sweat and perfume gave her neck this taste that was indescribable. She worked that little area of Rachel's skin. Tugging at it with her lips and nibbling it slightly with her teeth. She released that patch of skin and dragged her tongue across Rachel's throat and she did the same thing on the other side of her neck.

Rachel tilted her head opposite to Haley's movements. She knew that with the force that Haley was sucking her neck she was going to have some major hickeys tomorrow but she didn't care, you're going to care when she doesn't remember in the morning. Rachel's brow furrowed at the nagging voice, she has to remember...doesn't she?

"I want more..." Haley growled as she broke away from Rachel's neck. She wanted to put her mouth on every bit of Rachel's flesh. She looked down at the cheerleader's chest which seemed to be heaving from her actions. The sports bra that she was wearing didn't conceal the fact that Rachel's breasts were simply amazing. Haley slid her fingertips to the hem line and waited to see if Rachel was going to stop her.

Dreams do come true! Wait a minute…there is no way in hell Haley would do this. Rachel looked into Haley's eyes trying to see if there was any hint of hesitation. The booze and her body's desire for Haley were clouding her mind's eye. She was losing her resistance to Haley's actions quickly. Her hand was so close to her breast, it was burning at her skin. Raising her hand, Rachel grabbed onto Haley's guiding it upwards until she was gently cupping her bra covered breast.

Haley's eyes widened. She couldn't believe how amazing her breast felt. It was so different than hers and yet it was just as nice as when she touched her own. No it was better. God everything on Rachel felt better. Haley pressed her mouth against Rachel's again. She gave Rachel's breast another squeeze. God she had to feel them. The fabric was taking something away from this. Her mind was being pushed into an unbelievable frenzy and she blurted out the first thing that popped into her head.

"Take this fucking thing off..." Haley was a little surprised by the tone of her voice. She had never heard herself sound like that.

"What?" Rachel asked, did she really say what I think she did? The determined look on Haley's face told her she wasn't joking. Goodbye Haley, hello Jose. "No."

Haley jerked back and looked into her roommates eyes. "No?"

"Yes...No," Rachel said sternly not liking that this had gotten so serious. Her buzz was suddenly gone along with the high from kissing Haley. The thought that all this was just because of some alcohol was making her sick, she doesn't want this...she doesn't want me. Rachel stepped out from Haley's thighs and turned her back to Haley. She was hiding the tears that were forming behind her eyes. She didn't need Haley to know how much this was hurting her.

Haley couldn't understand what was going on. They went from sixty to zero just like that. She didn't understand it. Was this some kind of a game? No. Rachel wouldn't do that. Her mind was reeling from upset to confused to horny to confused. She slid down off of the counter and stood next to her roommate. She couldn't even look at her.

"What just...umm..." Haley shook her head trying to get the focus back long enough to complete a thought.

"Rachel, are we ok?"

Rachel couldn't even begin to think of how to explain this to Haley. We are far from ok. "I know this isn't what you want," Rachel whispered not trusting her voice with anything louder. She knew that she was close to losing it, she was close to running back home and going to her, at least Makayla wanted this.

Haley crossed her arms and walked in front of Rachel. "I wanted to have some fun...I thought that was what this was..."

"Didn't you like...it?" Haley asked tentatively suddenly realizing that maybe she had read the "signals" wrong.

Did I like it? Of course I liked it...I've been dreaming about this since I met you. I just want you to want this. "Yeah I liked it but..." Rachel trailed off not knowing how to tell Haley that she had a crush on her.

Haley stood there looking at Rachel and she wanted to kiss her. She stepped forward and tried to kiss her again. But instead of kissing her lips, she placed a kiss on her cheek.

"My head is mush so I am going to bed." Haley stumbled towards the bedroom feeling the familiar 'Pass Out' symptoms floating around her head. She needed to get some sleep before she dropped in the middle of the living room.

"Night," Rachel said meekly wanting Haley to stay with her but at the same time needing the time alone. She continued to hug her body knowing that she was in for a whole lot of hurt when Haley remembered this in the morning.

Ok so I've done what I think needs to be done. Use this copy and just change the colors because there are a few things that I deleted like spelling and stuff.