Hey guys. First thing's first. Sorry, sorry, sorry! I started writing this over a month ago! Then all sorts of *rubbish* happened and I've been really sad, and this was completely at the back of my mind! But I felt guilty, and I have decided to finish this half written masterpiece just for you guys! Sorry if it's rubbish, really not completely feeling it at the moment. Oh well, hope you all enjoy3

Chapter3

Peyton POV

My brother sucks. He has the absolute worst timing, every single time. It's been this way since we were kids. I'm still holding a grudge against him when he distracted me when I was about seven, and I burnt my cake in my Easy Bake oven. And don't we don't even mention the time Danny McKittrick was round when I was sixteen, and we were, let's say… busy. But this one, this just plain annoyed me. It had better be important, because I was rather enjoying my time with Nathan Scott, number 23, small forward for the New York Knicks. Haha. I enjoy saying that, well thinking, but whatever. I can picture the excited way Brooke was saying it this morning, and the sound of it just makes me tingle. Oh my God. I should so not be thinking these things about a married man, especially when my brother has just phoned me sounding rather upset! I am a horrible person.

Nathan POV

'Haley?' I called out, closing the front door to my semi-mansion softly and dropping his keys in a nearby dish. 'You here, babe?' I tagged on the term of affection, despite the fact that I had nothing more than amicable feelings towards her.

'Yes. I'm in the kitchen!' I sighed and made my way through the overly (in my opinion) decorated hallway, passing a signed poster of Mick Wolfe, which made me smile and think of Peyton. I stopped. I only met her today, but she just had this weird effect on me. I continued into the kitchen with a huge grin on my face. 'What ya up t…' I trailed off, noticing who was in the kitchen with my wife. 'Lucas?'

'Hey, little brother.' he said, with a goofy grin on his face. Lucas is my half-brother, and he's only three months older than me, but we grew up closely when we were kids…

I hated the smell of hospitals, always had, they made me think of the time Tim Smith pushed me out of a tree, and broke my wrist! I saw the nice nurse with the pink scrubs come over to me.

'Hi Nathan, can I sit next to you?' she asked me quietly, and I just nodded, unsure why this nurse was coming to sit next to me. 'I'm really sorry pumpkin, your Mom and Dad didn't make it out in time. Is there anyone you know who I can call?'

I shook my head, no. there was no-one I could think of, except… 'Aunty Karen.'

The nurse blinked at me a couple of times, a confused look on her face. 'Karen, who's Karen?'

'Momma's best friend, she owns the café?' I added. 'Her son Lucas is my brother.'

'Oh.' Her mouth formed a perfect 'o' shape and she nodded and walked away.

I laughed. 'Luke! Man, it's so good to see you. What you doing here?' I walked over to him, grabbing his fist and knocking our shoulders together, the way we always used to when we were playing on the River court.

'Nothing much, just wanted to see how y'all were doing. Where's Jamie?'

'School, I assume?' I asked looking towards Haley. She nodded, yes.

Lucas nodded distractedly, 'So little brother, I read a little story about you…?' he trailed off leaving the sentence as a question.

I laughed. 'Does this story by any chance include a model by the name of Peyton Wolfe?'

He looked at me, 'Yes, yes it does. And as Haley's official best friend, I must ask… is it true? Dun dun duuuuuuuun?' he added on the end.

'You're such a dork Lucas, and no, no it is not true! I would never cheat on Hales.' I looked at her pointedly, and she looked away shiftily.

Luke laughed again. 'Haha, ok bro. Come one, let's go out on the court and throw a play some hoops! K?

I smiled, us brothers, in our element, about to play some b-ball. 'Sure thing big bro.'

'This had bloody well better be so important that it would be acceptable to have called in superman, and to have actually caused world-wide panic, or I swear to god, I will take your sad little guitar and smash it over you stupid little head, and you will be forced to pursue a career in photography or something.'

I heard Julian laugh in his living room. Oh boy, it's something stupid. I am not going to be happy with him at the end of this conversation, and he's probably going to have a headache.

'You are the most dramatic person I've ever met Pear. You should have gone into acting!'

I walked through his apple green hallway and into his living room where he was sprawled over the couch, his guitar leant against the wall on the other side of the room, just in case I needed it.

'Julian, this isn't funny. I was busy. What's going on that was so freaking important?'

He sighed, and sat up. 'You're going to want to sit down for this.' He told me, motioning to the spot next to him.

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, 'I think I'll survive.' I snapped at him.

'Fine.' He ran his hand through his hair, sighing, clearly conflicted about how to tell me. 'Chris is back.'

My arms immediately dropped from my cheat, my scowl vanished, and I slumped onto the sofa. 'Well, shit.'

Sorry. Pretty sure that the A/N at the beginning is longer than the actual chapter, but I tried, honest. Who do you think Chris is, eh? ;) Not proof read at all. reviewwww!