Chapter 9

"Roger…what do I do?" Haley asked, sitting on the couch, her head in her hands.

Roger let out a sigh shrugging, falling back into one of the old torn chairs in the loft, letting out a slow breath. "You can't really be mad at your parents, Hales; they're just looking out for you…"

"I know." Haley replied, "But I know Mama isn't going to let me…and the tour bus is leaving tomorrow."

Roger sighed running his fingers through his hair, "I don't know, but if you were to go…you know Kylie is going to be looked after, the only person you really have to worry about is Tyler…"

Haley sighed, leaning back against the couch, "I know…I know." She whispered.

Across the city in a little café, Brooke was sitting across from a man, her hands wrapped around a warm cup of hot chocolate.

"I can't…" Brooke whispered her voice raspy, "I can't you know I can't."

"Why not?" He asked,

"She'll kill you, Maureen will kill you!" Brooke said, "She almost did that one night, and I know if she sees you, she'll see you as a threat to her family and will do something. Plus Joanne will go all legal on your ass."

"Just try, I've changed, Brooke, I have…"

"I know…" Brooke whispered, "But dad…" She sighed, "Just…give me more time, I haven't even told Leah you were back yet."

Brooke's dad sighed, nodding, "Okay, okay, Brooke."

The next night, Haley and Roger were walking down the street, some of her things packed, and her guitar on her shoulder.

"So why didn't your parents come to say bye?" Roger asked his hands deep in his pockets.

Haley bit her lip, shrugging, "Tessa's sick…they didn't want to leave her. Plus they said plenty goodbyes before I left."

Roger nodded, "And Tyler?"

Haley shrugged, "What about him?"

Roger smirked shaking his head, "Yeah okay." He said stopping, seeing his old buddy, the producer. He walked over talking to him for a few minutes, making sure he was going to take good care of Haley. Roger walked over wrapping an arm around Haley, "Good luck Hales, make us proud."

"I will." Haley said, kissing his cheek, "Thank you for helping me with all of this." She smiled. "So much."

"No problem." Roger replied pulling her into a hug, and pulling away.

"See you." Haley smiled, waving. She stopped a moment, having second thoughts, but they soon washed away, and she turned around, spotting Justin the drummer, talking with him for a few minutes, before they both headed for the bus, Haley looking over her shoulder one last time, before turning and taking the step on the bus.

She waved to Roger through the window, and not too long after, she was waving by to New York City.

Back at the Jefferson-Johnson household, Joanne popped her head into the master bedroom, where Tessa was curled up against Maureen, who was watching TV.

"Uh…Honeybear?" Joanne asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Hmm?" Was Maureen's response.

"Where's Haley?"

I apologize for several things: 1. For not updating fast. 2. For how short and rushed this chapter was. 3. And I find this hasn't really been my best work. I'm just writing without a muse. It's hard, but I don't want to leave this story unfinished, so bear with me, i'm trying. It will get it done, and hopefully I'll be able to get some better chapters out there.

Thanks to those who have been R&Ring! Means a lot!