Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storylines.

This is a story I have wrote once before, I just never finished it and deleted it, but I don't remember why. Lol.

Naley will not be harmed in the making of this fan fiction.

The frigid autumn breeze soundlessly flowed through Tree Hill, North Carolina, from one tree to another, the colorful leaves that had fallen rustling on the ground beneath them. The taste of the saltwater from the nearby ocean coursing through the crisp afternoon air.

The sun, though still high in the late October sky, concealed flawlessly behind the evening midst.

There was a time in his life when Nathan Scott could only dream of what his life would be like—one day, but when he did it was nothing like he once imagined. When he was young he never envisioned a life past basketball, he never pictured the house he would live in or the wife he would marry or the kids they would have, fortunately, it was a good thing he never did, any type of picture he could have painted in his mind never would have been close to the reality of what his life was now.

The former NBA superstar, now nine to five sports agent, climbed out of his parked car, shoving his keys into his pocket as he made his way toward the front door to his home. He turned the knob and pushed open his door—

"Ow".

"Well, if you would hold still".

Nathan looked up to see his young daughter, standing on a stool—with her arms on her hips, irritated, to say the least, with her God-Mother, the one and only Brooke Davis-Baker holding a pin one hand, and an entire sewing kit around them.

"What's going on"? Nathan asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I want to go play," Lydia said, crossing her arms. "But, Tilly Dunnage here won't let me go".

"If you don't quit moving you're going to end up with a pin in your ass," Brooke said, as she continued to stitch the dress.

"It's her Halloween outfit," Haley said as she walked down the stairs with a laundry basket in her hand.

Nathan looked at Lydia, who stood with a giant S on her chest and nodded. "I see that—Halloween isn't until this weekend, why don't you let her go play"?

"She is more than welcome to," Haley said. "She is the one who begged Brooke to do it—tomorrow the kids are supposed to wear their costumes to school".

Nathan looked at Lydia who said, "I didn't know it was going to take this long".

"Do you want it done fast or do you want it done right"? Brooke asked, tossing her hair to the side.

"That's what Nathan says every night," Haley said, with a sly smile.

Lydia, clueless to the perversion of the joke, looked down at Brooke—who laughed. "How much longer"?

"Around the same time as a full episode of Spongebob, two if you don't hold still," Brooke told her. "As much moving as you have done you're lucky that S didn't turn into a Z, you could have gone to school as zebra girl instead of Supergirl".

Haley laughed as she walked towards the laundry room, and Nathan simply shook his head before making his way to the kitchen.

Sixteen-year-old Jamie Scott sat at the counter, with his head propped in one hand, large textbook laying flat, notebook flipped open, and a pencil in his free hand.

"Homework"? Nathan asked as he walked to the refrigerator, pulling a cold beer out.

"No," Jamie said, scoffing. "I'm writing in my diary—my hopes, dreams—it's very enduring".

"Don't be a smart ass".

"Glad to be of service to you".

Nathan rolled his eyes as he sipped on the alcoholic beverage in his hand when his wife came walking into the kitchen.

"Dinner should be ready soon," she said, to no one in particular, as she checked on her cooking food.

"Brooke joining us"? Nathan asked.

"Yeah," Haley said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Julian's out of town—you know she can't fend for herself".

"I heard that" Brooke's voice came echoing from the other room.

"Whatchya working on"? Haley asked turning to look, Jamie.

The teenager, whose eyebrows were furrowed together, looked up at his mother—though neither of his parents could tell if he was irritated or mad. "Math," he said, rubbing his palms over his face.

"Want my help"?

"Sure," Jamie said. "Since you're the one that made me take this honors class anyways".

Haley sighed. "You tested above your freshman class last year, it will look great on your college application," she said. "You could get a scholarship—".

"I could still get a scholarship, without having to spend an extra two hours doing homework every night," Jamie said. "I could easily do my homework like I did last year in thirty minutes or less and then spend the rest of my time at the river court, playing basketball—working hard for a sports scholarship, but now I sit here and stare at these books all afternoon".

"School is just as important as basketball, if not more," Haley told him. "And you're still maintaining an A average, I just checked your grades before I left the school".

"Barely," Jamie said. "I spend hours sitting here, struggling with my homework every night—you know what? Forget it. I don't even care".

Haley watched as Jamie slammed his book shut, and shoved all his belongings into his backpack. "Where are you going"? She asked.

"To the river court," he said.

"Your homework".

"You just said it yourself, I have an A average, I only need a C to stay on the basketball team," Jamie said as he grabbed his car keys.

"Dinner," Haley said. "You have to eat".

"I'll grab something at the café".

And the next thing Haley heard was the door slam, alerting her that her son was in fact gone, for now.

Nathan watched as his wife whipped her head around his direction. "Do you believe that"? She asked pointing. "He just left—without finishing his homework or anything, can you believe that"?

After taking a sip of his beer, for the confidence to speak what was in his mind, Nathan finally said "yes".

Haley fully turned around to face him, crossing her arms. "What—what do you mean, yes"?

Nathan sighed. "Hales—not everyone is as smart as you were".

"He is, Jamie is very smart, he is very academically advanced for his age," Haley told him. "The school wanted to advance him to a higher grade, there are prestigious schools that want him, but he won't have none of that".

"Okay, let me rephrase what I just said," Nathan said. "Not everybody wants to be as smart as you was, he doesn't want to go to another grade or another school because his friends are here, at Tree Hill High—not some Ivy League high school—and just because he is talented, and smart doesn't mean he wants to take these difficult classes".

"I would have killed for the school to offer these classes when we were in school," Haley told him.

"But, he isn't you, he is sixteen—he wants to go out with his friends and hang out, but now he sits there—all afternoon, studying," Nathan told her.

Haley crossed her arms, glancing down at the book bag her son left behind. "Well, despite what he said, I didn't make him take these classes, he didn't have to take them".

"He didn't want to disappoint you," Nathan told her. "He was getting offers from all these big schools and the principal was wanting him to jump grades, he could see how excited you were over it all—proud, but he kept saying no, he felt like he was disappointing you, he didn't want to do it again".

Haley bit down on her lip as she walked over, wrapping her arms around Nathan's waist. "What are you—the Jamie whisperer"? She asked.

"Yeah," he said, smiling—looking down at his wife. "Something like that".

"Damn it"!

The two jumped at the sound of the small—young voice, screaming the swear word.

They quickly made their way into the living room, where Lydia was standing in nothing but red stocking, and her small top, as Brooke stood with the tutu in her hand.

"Would you hold still"? Brooke yelled.

"It's in my butt" Lydia yelled back.

Haley glanced down to see what "it" was, and saw a small sewing pin in her daughter's backside.

"There," Brooke said as she plucked it out. "I got it".

"I quit," Lydia said stomping away.

"And what are you going to be for Halloween"? Brooke yelled at her.

"Maybe I'll wear a ghost outfit and go as your husband"! Lydia yelled.

"You can't go outside wearing that," Nathan told his daughter. "Go upstairs and change".

Lydia groaned before stomping up the steps, disappearing but still heard.

"You know," Brooke said folding her arms. "I think you gave birth to my kid".

Haley scoffed. "Why is 'damn it' always our children's first curse words"? She asked looking at her husband.

Nathan shrugged. "I'm going to go make sure she puts on something—decent," he said.

The two women watched as Nathan made his way up the stairs, following the loud sounds Lydia continued to make.

"She will apologize for what she said, though," Haley told her best friend.

Brooke shrugged. "It doesn't matter," she said as she made her way to the kitchen, with Haley in tow. "She was right—I think my husband has ghosted me".

"Brooke, come on—Julian didn't ghost you," Haley said. "He is with his mom, who is sick and in the hospital".

"Let me ask you a question Haley when your mom was sick—did you quit talking to Nathan, altogether? Or did you lean on him for support"?

Haley paused, letting her mind sink back into some of the worst days of her life. "When my mom died, I went into this dark place" she began. "I pushed everyone away—".

"I'm not talking about after she died, before," Brooke said. "And even then you still talked to Nathan, didn't you? There is something going on with him, besides his mom being sick".

"Brooke, people react to these types of things differently," Haley told her friend. "He knows his mom is not just sick but dying, and there is nothing the doctors can do but make her comfortable until it's time, that's his mom—you don't know what's going on in his head, or how he is feeling. That—it's so overwhelming to know that—the person birthed you and nurses you are about to leave you, forever".

"I get that, I do, and I know I have never had the relationship with my mom that you had with yours, and Julian had with his, but if something happens to my mom I would still be sad," Brooke said crossing her arms. "I would hurt, too—and I would want my husband, he is pushing me away Haley—I can feel it".

"You said the same thing about Alex".

"Okay," Brooke said holding up her finger. "And I wasn't wrong—she was after my man, she was like a damn boomerang until Chase finally laid it down—probably with moves I taught him".

"I think you're reading a little too much into it," Haley said.

"Are you just saying that because you lost your mom and you know how he feels—or do you actually believe that"? Brooke asked.

Haley looked at Brooke, and she paused, for a second too long, letting her friend take her non-verbal answer as the verdict of her marriage.

"That's what I thought".

"No, Brooke—".

"What do you think"?

The two turned around to see a curly blonde haired ten-year-old running into the kitchen, twirling around with her wand.

"Dude" Haley said. "You're like the coolest fairy ever".

"She isn't a fairy—she's a butterfly," Brooke said pointing at her outfit. "Butterflies don't wear boots you bought from Avril Lavigne's garage sale".

"Seriously, Sawyer—what the hell are you"? Haley asked.

"I'm a punk fairy".

"Ha"! Haley said pointing.

"She is so your daughter," Brooke told Peyton as she walked in.

"Wait until you see my tattoo's," Sawyer told them putting her hands on her hips.

"Your—tattoo's"? Haley asked.

"Temporary" Peyton told them. "I just spent ten dollars at one of those little machines, you put a quarter in and it spits one out".

"You got forty fake tattoos to put on your child"? Haley asked.

"Are you judging me"? Peyton asked.

"My child just cussed her godmother out, I'm not judging anyone," Haley said. "I just don't know where you're going to put it".

"She's right—she got your all legs and no ass body," Brooke said looking down at the young girl.

"We're both right here," Peyton told her, before looking down at her daughter.

"Sawyer"!

Lydia came running into the room, dressed in a hot pink shirt and cheetah striped pants.

"Who picked out your outfit"? Brooke asked Lydia.

"I did," she said putting her hand on her hip. "You think dad could do this—he can barely match his socks," she said.

Brooke looked at Haley. "Seriously—I think she's mine".

"What—the attitude"? Peyton asked.

"That and—I'm twenty-six and I'd wear that," Brooke said pointing.

"You'd wear that"? Haley asked.

"Twenty-six"? Peyton asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Some of us age slower than others," Brooke said as the girls ran out the door, to go play.

"What'd I miss"? Nathan asked as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Well, you got roasted by your daughter and apparently Brooke graduated high school when she was eight" Peyton told him scoffing.

"So, you're Benjamin Button"? Nathan asked looking at Brooke.

"Benjamin Button aged backward, old first then young," Haley told him. "Apparently, we had a Sheldon Cooper in our midst and didn't even know it—a genius that needed to cheat on her calculus test".

"I loved Kaley Cuoco's hair in season four of that show," Brooke said.

"You know I can't actually picture you watching the Big Bang theory," Haley said crossing her arms.

"I can't watch a show about smart people"?

"Brooke," Peyton said.

"Christopher Lloyd guest starred once, Back to the first future has always been one of my favorites and I liked the way Penny dressed," Brooke said shrugging.

Haley laughed as she walked over to the stove, checking once again on her food. "Where's Luke"? She asked.

"On his way," Peyton said. "He had a meeting with his new editor, apparently she doesn't like his new book".

"Why"?

"Because it's a children's book," Lucas said as he walked in. "No matter how many times I explain to her that it's for my daughter, she just doesn't seem interested".

"It's for Sawyer"? Brooke asked. "That's sweet".

"Wait until you read it," Peyton said. "It's about a fly—that gets eaten by a frog—but it doesn't die—it lives through the whole digestive process".

"Oh—god," Brooke said. "That's disgusting".

"Sawyer wrote most of it," Lucas told her. "She got really interested in science class and the next thing I know she wanted to write a book with me".

"I get that you two wanted to travel and all that, but you should have had put that girl in school before she was one," Brooke said as she pulled a bottle of wine out of the Scott's liquor cabinet.

"Isn't Jude too talkative and Davis is socially awkward"? Lucas asked her.

"Both of which come from their dad, but they don't sacrifice and torture flies in a children's book," Brooke said.

"Let's just admit it," Nathan said chuckling. "All our kids are a bunch of weirdo's".

"Does that make Jamie their king"? Peyton asked.

"I don't know, but don't tell him that," Haley said. "He has been in a mood".

"I hear about that mood from the living room—Nathan's right," Brooke said as she poured herself a glass of wine. "I think you need to let him choose if he wants to take honors classes or not".

"What is this gang up on Haley day"? Haley asked. "Are we eating outside or inside"?

"Inside," Lucas said. "Temperature's dropping".

Peyton walked to the back door and yelled. "Either come and eat or starve".

"You really should have auditioned for beauty and the beast" Brooke said. "As the beast".

"Aren't you sweet"? Peyton said rolling her eyes.

The kids came running through the door, covered head to toe in mud.

"Bathroom" Brooke said holding her hand up. "I don't know if that's mud, poop, or chocolate—whatever it is go wash it off"!

The kids quickly, and not so efficiently washed themselves before returning, sitting at the table with their parents—their many different parents.

"Is daddy coming"? Jude asked as he climbed in his seat, looking across the table at Brooke.

Brooke awkwardly looked up. "No, honey," she said softly. "He is still with your grandma on California".

"When will he be back"? Davis asked her.

"Is 'whenever grandma kicks the bucket' an inappropriate answer"? Brooke whispered to Haley.

"Soon" Peyton answered, her eyes wide at her friend's remark. "Eat up".

"What is this"? Sawyer asked. "It's a funny color".

"So, is your hair," Lydia said. "It's got spots in it".

"Isn't it cool"? Sawyer said. "I took one of those things dad uses when he goes to bingo—to spice it. It's so cool—right"?

"No," Lydia said looking across the table at her cousin. "You look like the beast on Maggie and the ferocious beast".

"Seriously," Brooke said smiling. "So, my kid—I'll trade you the twins for her".

"Hey," both Davis and Jude said looking up at their mother.

"I'm only kidding," she told them. "For the most part".

"Would I be allowed to wear your shoes"? Lydia asked, smiling.

"Offer revoked," Brooke said looking at Haley. "I don't share clothes".

"What about in Uncle Luke's book"? Lydia asked. "You let him borrow your top when you were in the backseat of his car".

Haley laughed, and Peyton said, "a lot of boys borrowed Auntie Brooke's top in high school—even your daddy, in fact, that was so monumental they had to tape it".

Lucas, joined Haley in laughing, though they tried to keep their snickers to a mere minimum, but found it easier said than done.

"I'm going to stab you with my fork," Brooke said, in a sweet sing-song voice.

"Can we go eat in the living room"? Sawyer asked. "There's a marathon on Disney".

"Please," Haley said, drinking her wine.

Each of the kids got up and made their way out of the kitchen with their plate in hand.

"Bully" Brooke said kicking her foot under the table.

"Ow," Lucas yelped.

"Sorry—that was for your wife".

Dinner time.

It was one of the busiest times of the day for Karen's café, nothing out of the ordinary—or at least that's what Jenny Jagielski, assumed. That's the way most food businesses were, no matter where you lived.

She carefully slid into a seat at the bar, the only open seat she could find within eyesight and watched as the many waitresses rushed around, carrying one tray after the next.

"What can I get you"?

Jenny looked up. "Coffee—decaf," she said. "And a muffin".

"Making it easy on me, I love it," the girl said, smiling.

Jenny smiled as the girl fetched the two items before carrying them back over. "Will that be it"? She asked.

"Lily—right"?

"Erm—yeah, are you a mind reader"? She asked.

"No, just good eyesight" Jenny said pointing at the name tag the young girl wore.

"Oh, duh," Lily said popping herself on the forehead.

"Are you hiring right now"? She asked.

"We are always hiring," Lily said. "Hey—Maddie"?

Another young girl poked her head around the corner. "Yeah"? She asked

"Where are our job applications"?

"Office".

"I'll get you one".

Jenny smiled and watched as Lily disappeared herself, and she sat there, silently sipping on her coffee until she saw someone sit next to her out of the corner of her eye.

"Jamie"? She asked.

Jenny's stomach dropped when she looked at the boy next to her, and it fell even further when he turned to the name.

"Je—Jenny"?

Awkwardly, she bit on her fingernail. "What—why, what are you doing here"?

Jamie glanced over his shoulder but before he could answer the girl Lily had called "Maddie" cane around the corner. "Hey".

"Hey—hi," Jamie said, awkwardly looking back and forth between the two girls.

"I won't be off for another hour or so, we are behind—you okay to wait"? Maddie—Madison asked him.

"Yeah—I'll just go to the river court".

Madison leaned across the counter and kissed him before disappearing once again.

"Oh, my god—you have a girlfriend"? Jenny asked covering her mouth.

Jamie turned to her, instantly. "Yes" he said. "But, I didn't—when we—when me and you—when that happened. We had broken up, but now we are back together".

"Here's that job application," Lily said walking up reaching out the piece of paper to Jenny.

"Lily".

"Coming".

Jamie looked at her, Jenny. "You're applying for a job here"?

Jenny nodded. "Is that a problem"?

"No—no, my mom owns the place, or half so—".

"Oh, my god".

Jamie watched as Jenny jumped up and left as quickly as she could, not without leaving a twenty, presumably to much even with a tip, but he didn't have time to stress about that. He wasn't sure why, but he followed her, outside, and he caught up with her just around the corner.

"Wait," Jamie said, slowly catching up with her. "You're the one that said no strings—".

"Okay, so"?

"So, you're making me feel like a real ass right now, we hooked up—a couple of times," he said. "I thought I would never see you again".

"I thought I would never see you again" she pointed out.

"Okay, so then can we not make a big deal out of this"? He asked. "We didn't know each other, and it was a one-time thing—which was great, I think—".

"It was great," Jenny said, but paused. "What do you mean think—oh, my God, you were a virgin"?

"Shh," Jamie said looking over his shoulder.

"What don't want your buddies to know you were a virgin"?

"No," he said. "I still haven't told Madison, that was something we were supposed to do together and I haven't told her that I'm not—I don't know how to tell her that".

"Oh, my god—how old are you"? Jenny asked.

"Sixteen".

"You said you were a sophomore—".

"I am".

"In high school"! Jenny said. "I thought you meant college".

Jamie half-smiled. "I can pass for a college sophomore"? He asked.

"Oh, my god—you're such a guy," Jenny said covering her face. "I could go to jail—I'm nineteen".

"You won't go to jail, it was voluntary—consented, and besides no one is going to find out—right"?

Jenny looked up at him and she slowly nodded, because there was not much else she could say, or there was—she just couldn't push it out of her mouth.

"Okay—then I'm going go," Jamie said. "But, we're okay? Things aren't going to be weird, right"?

Jenny shook her head. "No, I'll just find a job somewhere else".

"And no one will—no one will find out"?

Jenny shook her head. "I won't tell anyone," she said and watched as he walked away. "Well, that was your daddy," she said, reaching down laying her hand over her stomach. "I'm off to a great start in this little town".

Author's Note: i'm notoriously known for my extremely long Author's Note's, so I will try to keep them short.

The last thing I really need to do is start yet another story, I have so many "work in Progress" stories currently, but being laid off & unable to work has my mind running a thousand Miles a minute, & my other OTH story I'm currently fighting through writers block, so I write what I can, I just happen to be writing about 1000 different things at once. Lol.

As I stated above right now Brooke is with Julian and Lucas is with Peyton, but I'm going to conduct a small pole, Brucas or Bruilan? Leyton or Jeyton? Who is your favorite ship?

Naley will never be harmed by my hand! Lol!

This was just the introduction to the story, and I hope you enjoyed it.