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Ok, So I was reading this book. And I kinda got an idea from it, and then I watched a Peyton and Nathan video on you tube and kinda liked the idea. Pathans aren't common, but please, just give it a chance. For my sake.

Please please give it a chance.

Thank you.

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Peyton Sawyer put her black convertible on cruise control and leaned back, trying to relax. She was on her way to her new home- Tree Hill, North Carolina. Right now she was somewhere in Virginia. She was coming from New York City. Big city to small town. A drastic change, but she was ready. Ready, and anxious, nervous, excited, and scared shitless. She didn't know what Tree Hill would be like, besides a small town of course. Well, that's what it said on the website anyways.

Yes, she, Peyton Sawyer, had goggled 'small towns'. She knew it was pathetic but she didn't care. She needed to get out of New York City. And fast. She was running. She knew it. And she knew it well.

But, she had decided she wasn't going to care. So what if she was running? Nothing was left back there anyways. It was time for a new town, a new home, a new life. A couple days ago she had bought an open building. She was opening a music store. Something different from her old job, but she didn't care, she had always wanted to own a music store.

…

A few hours and a lot more cappuccinos later, she finally arrived at the desired location. She smiled up at it and went to open it, and then she remembered she needed the key from its previous owner.

……

Karen Scott smiled to herself as she watched her two granddaughters sit in a booth in her café, talking. Lindsey, who was about to turn twelve, continuously rolled her eyes at her eight year old sister, Paige. She was watching them for the weekend, which would inevitably turn into the week. Their father, Nathan, was always working. He loved them, she knew that, but they reminded him of their mother. Their mother who had died when Paige was about two. Karen knew this just because of they way he looked at them when he was home. Lindsey knew this too, but she still wasn't very fond of him. She understood more than Paige did, and was incessantly annoyed when Paige would run up to their father, delighted that he was home and not the least bit infuriated by the fact that he was rarely ever there.

The door to the café opened and Karen smiled at the young lady, the newcomer to the town, walk in. Karen knew instantly who it was. Karen walked up, and gave her a hug, surprising her.

"Hi!" Karen greeted. "You must be Peyton Sawyer"

Peyton smiled and nodded. "Yep, that's me. Which means you're Karen right?"

Karen nodded. "Yeah, Oh wait, I have the key!" Karen walked behind the counter and reached into a drawer, pulling out the key. She walked back over and handed it back to Peyton.

"Thank you so much!" Peyton said, grateful to the older lady. "Would you happen to know where a hardware store is?"

"I do actually; there is one right down the street."

"Thank you. I'll see you later I guess." Peyton gave her one last smile and turned to leave but was hastily stopped short when she almost ran into a little girl.

"Hi." The little girl greeted her, staring up at her with big brown eyes. "I'm Paige. And I turned eight today." Paige held up eight fingers.

Peyton smiled and kneeled down to the young girls heights. "I'm Peyton. Eight is a pretty big age. Are you sure you can handle it?"

The little child nodded abundantly. "Definatly. Are you new here? I've never seen you here, and everyone who is in Tree Hill comes here."

Peyton chuckled. "Yeah, I'm new. I bought the store next door. I'm opening a music store."

"Really?!" Paige's eyes got big. "I love music. It's fun to dance to"

"Yes it is. What kind of music do you like?"

She shrugged. "Any kind I guess."

"That's cool. Means you'll have to stop by when my store opens"

The child turned to Karen. "Can I Grandma? Can I stop by Peyton's store when it opens?"

Karen smiled. "Of course. We'll be her first customers."

Peyton smiled. "Well I better get going. It was nice meeting you two. Talk to you later" Peyton waved and walked out of the store, heading in the direction Karen pointed out as the way to the Hardware store.

…….

An hour and a half later Peyton was busy putting up shelves and bookcase-like aisles, ready for stock to be held.

She had her ipod hooked onto a radio, playing as loud as it could. Right now it was Dashboard Confessional. Her lips moved to the lyrics as she continued to hammer in the nails, holding the piece of wood in place.

Given that the music was so loud, she didn't notice the man walk in, she did, however, notice the music being turned off. At once, she placed the hammer down and whipped her head around to see who it was. Upon seeing the dark-haired man standing behind the stereo, she couldn't deny the fact that he was good-looking, or the fact that she was instantaneously attracted to him. Nevertheless, she buried the attraction and put on her scowl, climbing down from the ladder she was on and placing her hands on her hips.

"Can I help you?" She snapped at him.

He scowled in return. "Yes, you can turn your music off. We can hear it next door."

"Have you ever heard of asking? It's this small thing where-"

"I know what asking is thank you."

"Then why don't you try it out. Ever thought of that?"

"No, because I'm such a dumbass I didn't think to do that. But oh wait, I did. You didn't hear me. Why? Because your music is too loud!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"A guy who would simply like some peace and quiet when he comes home."

"Well put on some sound-resistant head phones. Maybe that will help."

They continued to stare each other down.

Peyton studied him. Tall, dark and handsome were definitely words to describe him. His black shirt did nothing to hide his muscles that were obviously there, and his jeans? Well, we just won't go there. Peyton felt the immediate attraction to him, but this was no reason to back down to him. She wasn't a girl who would just back down because the guy was cute. No, not cute, Hot.

Peyton smiled and put out her hand. "Peyton Sawyer."

The man raised an eyebrow to her before taking her hand hesitantly, the spark not going unnoticed by either. "Nathan Scott."

Peyton nodded. "Yeah, you can go now."

He scoffed, shook his head and turned to walk out the door.

……

Nathan Scott was mad. Well, beyond mad, he was pissed. And intrigued. Yes, he, Nathan Daniel Scott, was intrigued. By whom, you ask? Well, by none other than Peyton Sawyer. The same one that made him mad. Who did she think she was, yelling at him for turning off her music? It was too loud! She shouldn't have had it turned up that loud, anyways! And the fact that she didn't back down from him just made him curious; most women would have just yelled at him for being rude and then turned the music down.

But she didn't, and the moment she turned around, he knew she was different. Her strength just radiated off her. She didn't have that look of vulnerability to her; she was strong, tough, and independent. He had gathered all that in their first, brief meeting. He knew he probably made a bad first-impression but he was too tired to go back and apologize. He had just come back from Tokyo, working with his father and he desperately needed a drink. But, he had promised to spend time with his daughters, even if one of them was incredibly mad at him, and he didn't like to break promises.

He held his youngest daughters hand as they walked to the river court. Lindsey was ahead of them, dribbling the basketball as she walked to the court.

"Daddy?" Paige asked.

"Yeah, bumble bee?" He answered her, using the nickname his late wife had given to her.

"Are you gonna leave again? Because I don't like it when you're gone. And neither does Lindsey. We like it when you're home."

Nathan took a deep breath and looked back down at his daughter. "I know you do, sweetie. But, I've got a job-"

"You've also got a job to be our father too, you know." Nathan looked up at Lindsey, who was know turned around, basketball rested on her hip, giving him a death glare he knew she got from her mother.

Nathan sighed. "Linds-"

"You know, other dads are actually there when their daughters get home from school. And they go to their games, and award ceremonies. Other dads are there for their daughters!"

"Lindsey you know I can't be in two places at once. It's physically impossible."

"Then why don't you choose, daddy dearest, your job? Or your daughters? Oh, wait, you've already made the decision." she said icily.

"Hey! I am your father!"

"Oh bull shit!"

"Lindsey Rose Scott! You don't use that kind of language!"

"Whatever." She dropped the basketball and walked away.

"Lindsey, come back here! I mean it!" He called after her. But it was no use, she was already gone. He sighed, and looked down when he felt Paige's head rested against his leg. He turned and picked up his youngest, and walked in the other direction.

…….

Peyton stepped out of the door and walked down the street. She was coming back from the grocery store, she had needed some food. She held the big brown bag with one arm and dug into her pocket to retrieve her key.

She scowled when she saw a young girl, about 13 maybe, with her nose pressed against her store window, looking in.

"Can I help you?" Peyton asked, startling the girl.

"Oh, sorry, I was...uh…"

"Looking to see if anyone was there?" Peyton finished.

The girl smiled. "No, I wasn't going to break in or anything. I was just looking in to see what you'd done with the place."

Peyton nodded. "Well I've only just started. More work will be done tomorrow."

She nodded and looked around before sticking her hands in her pockets.

"Do you need to use a phone? To call your parents"

"No. My mom's dead and I'd rather not talk to my father at the moment."

Peyton nodded. "I'm so sorry. About you're mom, that is"

She shrugged. "Yeah, everyone is."

"I know how you feel. My mom died when I was about 7seven."

"I was six. My sister was two."

"Do you want to come in?" Peyton asked, stepping to the door and placing her key into the hole.

The girl didn't say anything, just followed Peyton into the empty building.

"So," Peyton started. "What's your name?"

"Lindsey."

"Lindsey…?"

"Scott."

Peyton smirked. "I think I met you're father today."

"I'm so sorry."

"You don't like your father?"

"Nope. He's never home. Ever since Mom died, he's always been away on business trips."

Peyton nodded. "My dad died a year after my mom so I know what it's like to grow up without a dad."

Lindsey nodded. "We have a lot in common."

"Yeah. We do." Peyton smiled. "Oh, I'm Peyton Sawyer by the way."

"Yeah," Lindsey nodded. "I know who you are. Everyone does."

Peyton furrowed her eyebrows.

"It's a small town. News travels fast."

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