Thanks to the six people who reviewed...mayb this chapter will bring in more. Anyways, enjoy!
This chapteris just kind of letting everyone know where the characters are right now.
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2 years later.
Peyton ran a hand through her blond curls and sighed. For the third time this week, her husband was late for dinner. She had called him twice that day to remind him to stop at the grocery store to pick up the bread and he assured her that he would be home by six. It was seven fifteen, and he hadn't even had the desency to call. It wasn't as if she was worried. No. Lucas was a good guy. He wouldn't cheat. But she still couldn't shake that feeling in the pit of her stomach.
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Lucas threw down his pencil, crumpled up the piece of paper he had been writing on and threw it into the trash. It had been almost two years since his first novel had come out. Everyday since then, he had been getting fanmail, asking him if he would write a sequel. it wasn't as if he hadn't tried. He had thousands of crumpled pieces of paper to prove it, but he just couldn't seem to find anything to write about. Not that he was complaining. He had a great life at home. Peyton was perfect. He had great friends, an awesome family, but he was missing something-or rather someone.
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"Shot through the heart and you're to blame, you give love a bad name"
Brooke Davis tapped her hands on the steering wheel of her car, singing along with Bon Jovi. She was in a good mood. Her fashion show that night had been a huge success, she had been named one of teen vogue's hottest young designers, and she had the greatest boyfriend that a girl could ask for. She hadn't thought about Lucas or Peyton in over a year. She felt great.
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Haley James Scott kissed her two year old son James goodnight, shut the door to his room and sank down to the floor. She was exhausted. Taking care of James and trying to keep her marriage afloat was a full time job. On top of that, the report cards for her seventh grade class were due soon.When had everything gotten so complicated? She wished that they could just go back to the way things used to be. Like when she and Nathan actually talked to each other.
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Nathan Scott was miserable. He had every reason not to be. He had a beautiful wife, a great kid and a perfectly good basketball career. Or, he used to have a perfectly good basketball career, until he blew out his knee. Now, on friday nights, instead of being out on the court, he sat in his leather chair with a glass of scotch in his left hand, watching old basketball tapes of himself. He had turned into the one person he had never wanted to be. His father.
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So, that's it for now, I'll update soon, I promise. Reviews are greatly appreciated though!