Dawson; How do you explain the things you love? You can't. You just do.
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"So you're not coming back?"
"No, that's not what I said. I might not be able to-"
"They're the same thing with you, Dean."
An aggravated sigh could be heard down the phone line. "I'll phone you tomorrow."
"I might not be able to pick up." She returned, angrily pressing the end call button on her Blackberry before throwing it with more force than necessary into her over-sized handbag. Blowing her hair from her face she looked up at the coffee vendor and without even looking at the menu ordered her usual.
"Bit cold for a frappuccino." A voice commented behind her and she felt herself shiver - despite the thick coat, green scarf and gloves she was dressed in.
"Bit cold for sunglasses." She replied in the same tone, noticing his lips twitch in amusement. The only part of his face she could really see considering the baseball cap he was sporting.
"A Vanilla Bean Crème Frappuccino, please." He told the young boy behind the counter as the cold morning air whipped around his ears.
"Girly drink, Scott." Haley teased, having never been able to help herself when it came to his type of blended coffee.
Nathan scoffed, handing over his money before waiting in line next to her. "It is not."
"It so is."
"Is not." He tried to sound annoyed but he could feel the grin stretching his cheeks in unimaginable ways. She was talking to him, and joking. He was joking around with Haley James. Life was good.
After a few seconds of silence she snorted. "It so is."
Nathan chuckled as they both received their drinks, walking down the cement pavement.
"Where you headed?" He asked.
"The studio." She answered, her eyes widening as she looked at him.
"What?" Nathan wiped at his mouth self-consciously.
Haley eyed his frap, that was half done already. "Nothing." She told him, ripping the top off her straw packet and remembering the days when they used to go into Starbucks together she blew on the end of the green plastic, watching as the paper went flying into the side of his face.
Nathan glared at her innocent grin. God he had missed those.
They walked a little more in silence, her Dock Martins and his Nikes scuffing against the sidewalk.
"So, what brings you out at seven in the morning?" Haley asked, moving her handbag into the crook of her elbow while she held her mocha in the opposite.
Nathan watched her multi-task. "I just fancied some coffee."
"Oh." She nodded, flicking her hair from her face as she looked up at him. "You just happened to fancy some coffee at the exact same Starbuck's I go to everyday?" She watched as his cheeks coloured slightly and she felt a sudden urge to lick him. Never did Nathan Scott blush. Ever.
"Yup." He nodded, eyes now staring straight ahead as he sipped his frappuccino.
"At seven in the morning." Haley added. "And in all the time I've known you you've never gotten out of bed for anything before twelve. Except basketball. And on occasion, school." She joked, ridiculously happy when a crooked grin pulled at his mouth.
Nathan was just waiting for someone to come and slap him in the face because he must be dreaming. She was smiling and laughing and he couldn't stop himself doing the same. "I can think of another thing I never had any trouble getting up for." He smirked, wishing she wasn't wearing the large green scarf so he could see her blush travel down her neck - he gulped as he remembered just how far down that gorgeous redness went.
She licked at her dry lips, drinking her cold coffee at the sinful images flipping through her mind. "Whatever, Stalky."
Nathan chuckled that husky chuckle and she wondered how her feet managed to keep moving as she felt her knees give in. "Okay, so I may have asked Clay to text you this morning."
Haley laughed. "Asked?" She raised an eyebrow, watching a sheepish smile curl his lips.
"Okay, blackmailed."
Again she was laughing and it was the greatest of her songs to him. Okay, maybe his favourite involved a lot more moaning, and oh Nathan's… he gulped again, this time following it down with some Vanilla frappuccino.
"Ah. I see." She nodded, her grin teasing. "Well, this is me." She announced as they came to a stop outside an abandoned looking building, a sign swinging from above the door indicating it was Red Bedroom Records.
"Oh." Nathan felt ridiculously disappointed at the fact.
Haley smiled, un-sure of what to say after the joking banter they'd been sharing.
"Have dinner with me tonight." He found the words spilling from his mouth as he looked at her, the grey cotton hat she wore slightly crooked to the side of her head, her cheeks flushed with the cold and large eyes smiling back at him. The thought that he had no idea when he would next see her made his gut clench.
She looked at him with those russet eyes, all the reason why she couldn't already swimming around in the endless brown orbs.
"Just friends." Nathan held up his hands, grinning the grin he reserved solely for her.
Haley twisted her lips. "Friends, huh?"
"Friends have dinner."
She graced him with another of her smiles and the air was knocked from his lungs.
"Okay." And with that she was been buzzed into the large building, the ancient door creaking open for her.
"I'll phone you later." He promised, wishing he didn't sound like a fifteen year old who had just been promised to get to second base.
Haley looked at him over her shoulder and nodded and then she was gone, her fingers itching with the need to put pen to paper.
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"What is she doing?" Brooke whispered to herself, eyes un-moving on the couple three stories below. "Are- is she laughing?" She narrowed her eyes and pressed her face further against the window, unable to see as they moved towards the doorway to the studio. "I can't see." She complained, breath steaming up the glass.
Chris strummed a few notes on his guitar. "I can't see nobody. No I can't see nobody. Mine eyes can only look at you…"
Brooke rolled her eyes towards him. "I'm not in the mood for your weird music games, Chris."
He grinned. "Nothing like some kind words to brighten my day."
She gave him the finger in response just as a humming could be heard floating into the room, Haley following closely behind.
Brooke eyed her best friend, the curve of her lips, the annoyingly happy tune playing in her throat. Not good.
Chris seemed to have noticed it too as he met the brunettes hazel eyes and they both made uh oh faces at each other.
"Good coffee, Hales?" Brooke questioned, her voice overly un-interested.
Haley smiled in return.
"What'd you get?" She continued, folding her arms across her blazer style jacket. "Scott Frappuccino? With an extra swirl of Nathan?"
Haley looked surprised for a second before rolling her eyes. Ignoring the two pairs of eyes burning a hole into her back as she picked up her guitar from where it was leaning against the wall.
"No come back?" Brooke asked, sliding into a chair beside Chris. "Not going to try and defend yourself?"
"Why would I when I haven't done anything wrong?" Haley replied, meeting the brunettes challenging stare with one of her own.
"If it involves Nathan Scott it's always wrong."
Haley softly plucked a few strings of her guitar. "We're friends."
"Since when?" Brooke asked, eyebrows lifting.
"Since I agreed to have dinner with him tonight." Haley told them, lifting her head when all she was met with was silence. She found them both looking at her like she was crazy. "What?"
"You're going on a date with him."
"No. Dinner."
Brooke pursed her lips. "I still don't like it."
"You don't have to." Haley replied, smiling at the other girls angry scowl.
"And what does your fiancé have to say about this?" Chris piped up, having just been watching the verbal tennis match going on.
Haley's fingers curled tighter around the neck of her instrument. "I wouldn't know. He's busy." She pulled a few sheets of paper from her guitar-case. "He's not sure if he'll make it home for my concert."
Brooke wanted to point out that this wasn't anything knew but she held her tongue. She liked Dean, she really did. He was good for Haley. He was a nice guy. He just didn't have his priorities in order. "Are you sure you're not just doing this to spite him, then?"
Haley gave her an un-amused look. "No, Brooke. Nathan's really trying, and it's just dinner. What harm can it do?" She put her head back down, eyes set on the words she was looping together.
Brooke yet again found herself holding her tongue as she looked at the flush in her friends cheeks and she sighed to herself.
This isn't going to be pretty.
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"…I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets,
how you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something;
there's not a day when I don't miss those rude interruptions-"
A loud ringing interrupted and the beautiful voice immediately stopped.
"What is that?" Chris's booming voice asked through the intercom.
Haley felt her cheeks bloom in colour as she quickly rummaged through her handbag, trying to find the phone she had carelessly thrown inside of it this morning. "Sorry."
"Haley, don't answer that." Chris warned, eyeing her as she looked at the screen of her Blackberry, her large brown eyes shining.
"I'll be two seconds."
"We're trying to record an album here." He reminded her, earning himself a large butter wouldn't melt smile in return.
She held up two fingers in a peace sign just as she pressed the phone to her ear.
Chris watched as she said hello in her 'phone voice'. Then her cheeks were infused with colour and he sighed. "Two minutes my ass."
The deep voice replied his greeting down the line and she felt her lady parts melt at the deep rumbling tone.
"Are you busy?" He continued as the silence stretched on, as he was unable to see Haley trying to wipe away her blush.
Yes. I'm currently trying to record an album so I can earn a living. "No." She replied, sitting on the twisty chair at the back of the small glass walled room. "Why are you asking?"
"I wanted to make sure you aren't bailing on our date tonight."
Haley felt the corner of her mouth twitch. "And by date you mean two friends having dinner."
"Of course." He grinned. "But just to make sure you couldn't back out I made reservations at a very exclusive place."
Haley felt her smile ebb a little at his words. She thought he would remember that simplicity was her middle name. She would take a take-away over a sit down fancy meal any day. Then she snapped herself out of it, why was she so bothered if Nathan didn't remember? It's not like he was the one she was engaged to. It didn't matter. "Great," She returned, trying to put as much excitement in her voice as possible while trying to ignore Chris' signals that it had been way more than two minutes.
Nathan smirked at the slight under-tone of disappointment in her voice. Did she really think he knew her that little?
"Well, I better get back." Haley announced, watching Chris silently threaten to take her guitar and make it unplayable.
He tried not to frown, reminding himself he would see her tonight. "Okay. Oh and one more thing." Nathan announced, a devilish grin playing on his lips. "What're you wearing?"
She almost fell off her chair at the husky voice he asked her with and it took her a good moment to steady herself and to bay the throb of want between her thighs. "Nothing but my guitar." She replied breezily before hanging up, her bra felt tighter as she heard his groan before the call had ended. God, it was ridiculous what just his voice could do to her. A lot more than Dean's touch.
She shook her head, as if doing so would send the thoughts flying from her mind. Turning back around she was met with a smug smirk.
"Who was that?"
She gave him a pointed look, followed by the finger before picking up her guitar, ignoring his question.
"Oh." If possible his smirk grew wider and Haley's hands tingled with the urge to beat him to death with the instrument in her lap. "It was your muse. I completely understand now."
He was met with another death glare but replied with a knowing chuckle, hitting the sound button as she strummed her guitar and muttering to himself. "She's completely gone."
Closing her eyes, Haley's heart raced as two blue ones stared back at her, her voice catching as she sang.
"And I'll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes, "…Never thought we'd have a last kiss,
All that I know is I don't know,
how to be something you miss…"
never imagined we'd end like this,
your name; forever the name on my lips…"
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Knocking on the varnished white door Haley then rocked back on her heels, her eyes flickering around the large expanse of the hotel hallway. Only the best for Brooke Davis, she thought with a fond smile.
Then the door was opened and Julian stood in front of her. A very sweaty, hardly clothed, panting Julian.
The first thing that popped into her head was that Julian's usually perfect curls were drenched in sweat and in complete disarray.
Her second though was ew.
"Oh my God. I am so sorry. Brooke told me to just come up I didn't think you'd be busy-I mean not that I think about you being busy doing… that-God, I'm just gonna-"
"Hales?" Brooke's voice cut into her rambling, sounding a lot less out of breath than Julian.
Peaking through her fingers that had somehow crawled onto her face Haley found her best friend staring at her like she was wearing someone else's designs. Her un-sweaty, fully clothed and normally breathing best friend.
"It is you." Brooke announced, pulling her boyfriend back by the shoulder so she could step in front of the partially opened door. "I didn't hear the door over the sound of Julian's workout music." She rolled her eyes and the word with disgust. "Not that I think Cher can be classed as music you can exercise to. I mean the only reason she still looks as good-well, nearly as good as she did is because she's had more facelifts than Rachel Gatina." Her mind trailed for a millisecond at the thought of the face of her company then that hundred watt smile was back on her glossy lips.
"Workout music." Haley finally found her voice, trying to ignore Julian who's knowing smirk was practically engraved on his mouth as she heard Cher singing about walking in Memphis.
"Yeah. Not that it's making much difference." Brooke grinned cheekily as her fingers pinched at his side.
"You wont be saying that when I'm ripped." Julian replied, making a show for them by pulling different 'muscle man' poses.
While Haley snorted with laughter, Brooke grabbed her handbag from the tiny table beside the door and patted her boyfriends cheek. "I'll probably have trouble speaking and still be waiting for you to get 'ripped'." She smiled sympathetically and kissed him quickly before quickly grabbing the dress bags and hooking them over her shoulder and then latching her other arm with Haley's and bouncing down the corridor, Haley bobbing along with her.
Julian gave a wave when Haley turned to quickly shout goodbye then he closed the door and walked back to the living room, deciding beer and chips sounded a lot better than an all fours quad stretch.
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"This is not Charlie's Cheesy Crust." Clay announced as Nathan stopped the car outside a supermarket.
"No shit Sherlock, I thought you might have twigged on when we drove right past it." Nathan admitted. "And please never say that again." His face twisted in disgust, pulling on the handbrake.
"Hey, it's the best pizza in town." Clay quoted. "And I was promised a whole lot of it for free." He reminded.
"Well I have a few things I need to pick up first." Nathan told him, getting out of the car, the blonde scrambling after him.
"What for?" Clay complained, dragging his feet like a whiny child. "You made me help you get food two days ago."
"It's not for me. It's for my date with Haley tonight." He told him before walking-more like strutting, Clay thought-off down an aisle.
Clays eyes widened a little before he grinned, and slapped his hands together with a whooping laugh. "That's what I'm talking about!"
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"Oh yeah? Well just wait until the next match, I'm going to blow your brains all over the ground."
Nathan raised an eyebrow as he walked into Haley's bedroom, finding her sitting on the edge of her bed, eyes fixed on the TV as she seemed to be speaking to herself.
She scoffed, fingers moving over the play station controller he just noticed was pressed into her palms.
He almost laughed as he saw what she playing as he stretched out behind her, folding his arms behind his head, watching as she- as promised- shot someone right in the head. "Nice."
He wished he had a tape-recorded on him in that second as Haley jumped and half turned to find him lying on her bed, but she didn't take into account that her legs were folded beneath her and there wasn't a barrier to stop her from tumbling to the ground.
Haley lay on the floor, eyes blinking as she tried to remember what just happened. Nathan's head appeared above her, the only part of him that she could see but she didn't really mind considering he sent her that grin.
"Watcha doin' down there?"
"Ha-ha." Haley deadpanned, accepting the hand he offered to pull her back onto the bed. "Didn't your mother teach you never to sneak up on people?" She growled out, bending down to pick up her controller before re-positioning herself on the bed.
"You're mean."
Haley scoffed, getting back into her PS3 game while replying. "I am not."
"Oh really? So that wasn't you I heard trash talking a few minutes ago?" He watched as she sent him a sheepish grin before her brow furrowed as someone killed her.
"Hey, it's not my fault. He started it."
Nathan watched as she fixed the headset that was attached to her ear and wanted to grinned at what a nerd she was.
"Ha!" She laughed evilly as the game ended, her score the highest. "See that Josh? That name at the top - oh yeah it's mine. And where's yours? It's so small I cant see it." She shrugged turned off the Playstation. "I think I heard crying. Or he ran off to tell his mom. Oh well." She shrugged again, bouncing on the bed and grinning down at the boy sprawled beside her.
"You are mean." Nathan said it like he had just discovered a Unicorn. "I knew I should have never let you play Call Of Duty."
"You were sleeping, I was bored." She replied as an explanation.
He pursed his lips. "It is kind of hot." He admitted, before smiling and flicking at the headset on her ear. "Except maybe for this."
She smacked his chest before removing it and throwing it on her nightstand, forgotten about. She traced her fingers over the lines of his stomach as he closed his eyes, letting her touch pulse through his body.
Nathan cracked an eye open, feeling like she was distracted. "You want to play it, don't you?"
Haley's cheeks flushed and she giggled. "Of course not."
Nathan pulled her down on so she was lying beside him and less than a second later she was pinned beneath him as he sat with his knees on either side of her stomach, pinning her to the duvet. "You'd really rather play a video game than lets say…" He pressed his lips to her jaw line. "Me?"
Haley managed to get her arms free and ran her fingers through his thick hair, grinning up at him like a fool. "There's nothing else I'd rather be doing in this moment than you."
Nathan smirked dirtily, giving her a sexy wink before his face was lost somewhere at her neck, his words vibrating onto her skin. "Now that's what I'm talking about."
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"Okay, so what I don't get is why you're helping me get ready for this meal with Nathan, when you seem so dead against it." Haley announced, folding herself onto her king-size bed, her body thrumming in thanks as it sank into the mattress. "Which I also don't get." As she received the Brooke Davis; I'm head bitch eyebrow she sighed. "Okay so maybe I kinda do, but it's nothing to get all stressed out about. We're frie-nds. Friends have dinner."
"First of all you plus Nathan does not equal friends. It equals a ridiculous amount of eye-boning and you both give off so much unrequited lust it makes me horny." Brooke fluffed out her hair from her position on the floor before unzipping the long grey bag in-front of her. "You have never been just friends. And Nathan definitely does not want to just be friends. Unless you add with benefits to the end of it. And-" she cut in before Haley could interrupt. "-I am helping you get ready because I want you to look absolutely out of this world and make him fall to his knees at the thought of ever walking away from you again." She grinned brightly at the wide-eyed brunette atop the bed. "Now, what about this?"
Haley pursed her lips at the long silver, backless dress her friend held up. "It's dinner. Not The Oscars."
Brooke ran a manicured nail down the dipped front, the sparkles dancing in the hotel room lighting. "It's so pretty."
"Too much."
Pouting and mumbling to herself about no taste singers she slowly took out another one; making her friends eyes bulge.
"No."
Brooke's perfectly painted lips formed a shocked 'o'. "What? His jaw will literally hit the ground."
"Yeah. And the hem will barely cover my belly button." Haley replied, taking in the shorter than short crimson dress that looked more like a corset.
"Just try it on." Brooke pleaded. "Imagine strutting up to him in your six inch heels-"
"-I can barely walk in flats-"
"He would die."
"No, I would already be dead from falling over and breaking my neck." Haley told her, sitting up and folding her legs. "Next."
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With one eye closed Haley carefully put the last pin in her hair, her bangs successfully staying in place in a casual quiff, the rest of her brunette locks flowing naturally.
After Brooke had pulled out a dress that looked like what you would wear if you were getting married Haley had kicked her out, with much promising of not sleeping with Nathan or wearing jeans.
She'd already broken her second promise, she thought whilst tucking her boots underneath her Levis.
As she looked up in the mirror to check her make-up (not that she cared what he thought) she swore to herself she would not break her first one.
The knock at the door startled her but she rolled her eyes. "Brooke I swear if that's you I will burn all of your shoes." She promised, stomach fluttering with the thought of who else it could be. She knew how spontaneous he could be and Nathan just loved surprising her.
"Jerk." She muttered, ignoring the smile curving her lips.
Opening the door she found neither person on the other side.
"Dean." Her brow furrowed, shock lacing her voice completely. "What're you doing here?"
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Okay not sure at all if it feels right to stop here or not. Oh and also, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY! Sorry it took so long to get this up. But better late than never right? I didn't re-read, i'm sorry but I'm just sick of looking at it and it's finally finished so i just wanted to post for you all(: Thank you so much for the friggin' reviews guys, you're all AWESOME!
Song used was Last Kiss by Taylor Swift.
Quote from Dawson's Creek.