Haley and Jake were in the middle of a passionate make-out session, to say the least. He smiled at her, through their kisses, running his hands over her arms, beginning to lift up her shirt.
She put her hands over his, so he could no longer complete that task. Still s’embrasser her, however, he managed release her grip on his hands, once again working his way up her shirt.
“Jake, stop.” She broke the Kiss for a second. He nodded, pulling her face back towards his.
But in mere seconds, his hands were down par her chemise again, trying to lift it up again.
Haley broke the kiss, sitting up. “Jake, stop!”
“I’m sorry.” He told her quietly.
She stood up, pacing around the room. “I’m not ready, yet.”
“I know, I shouldn’t have pressured you.”
“Yeah, toi shouldn’t have.”
“Look, I’m sorry, Hales. I’ve been trying to wait patiently, okay? It’s kinda getting to me, though.”
Haley took sympathy on him. He was waiting pretty patiently. “I know. I’m sorry, too. Just please wait a little while?”
He nodded. “I will.”
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“So he was like trying to undo your chemise completely? What a perv!” Brooke’s eyes showed anger. She had always thought that women deserved plus respect then they got, and Jake’s actions showed no respect whatsoever towards Haley.
“Well, he a dit he would wait, Brooke.”
“How many times as he a dit that already?”
“Like two. I don’t know.” Haley shrugged, averting her eyes from Brooke’s daggers.
“Whatever. Don’t give in, stand up for what toi believe in.”
“Brooke, toi were like, telling me to do it with him the other day.”
Brooke bit her lip. “Yeah, not very supportive on my part. But don’t listen to whatever I said. Go with your instincts.”
“I’ll do that.”
“Good, now, suivant topic of the day. Nathan.” “Brooke..” Haley groaned, running her hands through her hair.
“Come on, Hales! toi two obviously have feelings for each other.”
“What would make toi think that?”
“It’s just so obvious. Plus, you’ve liked him since forever.”
“It’s nothing but a crush, really.”
“Yeah, that’s what I a dit about Lucas.”
“It’s different with toi two, though. toi were like, destined to be with each other.”
“Are toi kidding? It took us forever! He could never work up the courage, and I always thought he liked other bimbos.” Brooke chuckled, remembering how hard it had been for her and Lucas to actually admit to each other that they had feelings for each other.
“What makes toi think I feel that way about Nathan?”
“Haley, I’m your best friend. I notice these things.”
Haley bit her lip. “You’re right. I have feelings for him.”
“Duh. My question is, do toi like him better then Jake?”
Haley thought for a moment. Even though she could pretend this question was hard, it truly wasn’t. She loved Nathan, and she knew that. Jake, she loved too. She just wasn’t in l’amour with him. “I don’t know.”
“Hey Hales, let’s try this new thing called honesty.” Brooke smiled at her friend knowingly.
“Yes, I do.”
“Then break up with Jake, and ask Nathan out!”
“It’s not that simple, Brooke.”
“Why not?”
“It just isn’t.”
“Whatever toi say, friend. I personally think you’re making your life a lot harder then it has to be.”
“Or maybe I’m making it a lot easier.”
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Nathan entered his large home, walking towards the cuisine where he knew his mother would be.
He’d always thought his mother was beautiful. Maybe it was just some way a son always felt for his mother. Her hair was chocolat brown, and just below her shoulders. Her eyes were blue and deep, earning her the nickname ‘Ocean Eyes’, from his father. She was petite, just about five foot four, but Nathan loved leaning down to hug his mother, feeling somewhat plus superior due to his height.
The lights were on, and he took a siège in a stool, watching his mother hum softly as she drained pasta. The cuisine smelled amazing, she was probably cooking another world-famous meal.
“Hey mom.” He smiled at his mother, giving her a small wave.
“Nathan,” her voice was warm and full of l’amour towards her youngest son, “Want to help me make dinner?”
Nathan nodded. “Sure.”
He stood up, helping his mother grate parmesan cheese. He glided the chunk slowly up and down on the grater, careful not to cut himself.
“Be careful, Honey.” His mother’s alarming but kind voice filled his ears, as he avoided nearly slicing his finger.
They both looked up, hearing footsteps. Dan and Lucas both entered the house, Lucas with his jersey on, and a basketball, basket-ball rolling in his hands. Dan carried his briefcase, and his jacket.
He set it down, taking a good look at his wife, and then son. “Nathan Scott, homemaker. Didn’t see that one coming.”
Karen laughed. “Stop. He’s just helping me grate cheese.”
Lucas shook his head, laughing as he took a siège par the table. “Hey Nate, when are toi going to start doing laundry?”
“Or cleaning the house?” Dan added.
Lucas and Dan laughed, but Nathan frowned. “Funny, guys. Really funny.”
Dan smiled, walking up behind his wife, placing a Kiss on her neck. “I know. Hello, my beautiful wife.”
Karen laughed. “Don’t think toi can make fun of Nathan and then play nice with me.”
“I’m sorry, Nathan,” Dan told his son, his smile growing when his wife turned, s’embrasser his lips, “Or should I start calling toi Betty Crocker?”
Nathan tossed a piece of pâtes, pâtes alimentaires at his father. “Whatever Dad, at least I don’t do makeup.”
Dan’s eyes widened as he turned to his wife, once again. “You told him about that?”
“Yep, she did.” Nathan shrugged, taking a siège beside his brother.
“I feel so Lost right now.” Lucas laughed.
“Trust me, toi should feel lucky.” Dan sighed, shaking his head at his wife.
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Nathan switched the TV to another channel, getting bored of watching Rap musique Videos.
A knock at the door caused him to turn his head. “Yeah?”
“Nate, it’s me.”
“You can come in, Mom.”
He kicked his feet off the side of the bed, so they were planted on to the ground. Karen smiled, entering with a laundry basket. She placed it on the floor, taking a siège on his bed.
“How’re toi doing, Nate?”
“I’m good.” He nodded.
“I mean with Haley.”
Nathan squinted. “Mom, how do toi know about that?”
“Honey, I know everything.”
“She loves Jake, not me.”
“But toi l’amour her.”
“Yeah. And toi may think I don’t know what l’amour is, but I do. Trust me, every time I see her I’m reminded of it.”
“I don’t think you’re too young to be in love, Nathan.”
“Mom,” He put his head in his hands, “I don’t know what to do.”
“You can talk to her.” Karen shrugged, but Nathan shook his head. He didn’t see that working any time soon.
“It won’t work.” He assured her, clasping his hands underneath his neck.
“Well then I have no conseil for you. toi can always try. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”
“She’ll say no, and our friendship will be ruined forever.”
“Or she’ll say yes, and you’ll be the best couple in the world.”
“Mom, that would never happen.”
Karen shrugged, s’embrasser Nathan on the forehead softly.
“It might.”
She put her hands over his, so he could no longer complete that task. Still s’embrasser her, however, he managed release her grip on his hands, once again working his way up her shirt.
“Jake, stop.” She broke the Kiss for a second. He nodded, pulling her face back towards his.
But in mere seconds, his hands were down par her chemise again, trying to lift it up again.
Haley broke the kiss, sitting up. “Jake, stop!”
“I’m sorry.” He told her quietly.
She stood up, pacing around the room. “I’m not ready, yet.”
“I know, I shouldn’t have pressured you.”
“Yeah, toi shouldn’t have.”
“Look, I’m sorry, Hales. I’ve been trying to wait patiently, okay? It’s kinda getting to me, though.”
Haley took sympathy on him. He was waiting pretty patiently. “I know. I’m sorry, too. Just please wait a little while?”
He nodded. “I will.”
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“So he was like trying to undo your chemise completely? What a perv!” Brooke’s eyes showed anger. She had always thought that women deserved plus respect then they got, and Jake’s actions showed no respect whatsoever towards Haley.
“Well, he a dit he would wait, Brooke.”
“How many times as he a dit that already?”
“Like two. I don’t know.” Haley shrugged, averting her eyes from Brooke’s daggers.
“Whatever. Don’t give in, stand up for what toi believe in.”
“Brooke, toi were like, telling me to do it with him the other day.”
Brooke bit her lip. “Yeah, not very supportive on my part. But don’t listen to whatever I said. Go with your instincts.”
“I’ll do that.”
“Good, now, suivant topic of the day. Nathan.” “Brooke..” Haley groaned, running her hands through her hair.
“Come on, Hales! toi two obviously have feelings for each other.”
“What would make toi think that?”
“It’s just so obvious. Plus, you’ve liked him since forever.”
“It’s nothing but a crush, really.”
“Yeah, that’s what I a dit about Lucas.”
“It’s different with toi two, though. toi were like, destined to be with each other.”
“Are toi kidding? It took us forever! He could never work up the courage, and I always thought he liked other bimbos.” Brooke chuckled, remembering how hard it had been for her and Lucas to actually admit to each other that they had feelings for each other.
“What makes toi think I feel that way about Nathan?”
“Haley, I’m your best friend. I notice these things.”
Haley bit her lip. “You’re right. I have feelings for him.”
“Duh. My question is, do toi like him better then Jake?”
Haley thought for a moment. Even though she could pretend this question was hard, it truly wasn’t. She loved Nathan, and she knew that. Jake, she loved too. She just wasn’t in l’amour with him. “I don’t know.”
“Hey Hales, let’s try this new thing called honesty.” Brooke smiled at her friend knowingly.
“Yes, I do.”
“Then break up with Jake, and ask Nathan out!”
“It’s not that simple, Brooke.”
“Why not?”
“It just isn’t.”
“Whatever toi say, friend. I personally think you’re making your life a lot harder then it has to be.”
“Or maybe I’m making it a lot easier.”
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Nathan entered his large home, walking towards the cuisine where he knew his mother would be.
He’d always thought his mother was beautiful. Maybe it was just some way a son always felt for his mother. Her hair was chocolat brown, and just below her shoulders. Her eyes were blue and deep, earning her the nickname ‘Ocean Eyes’, from his father. She was petite, just about five foot four, but Nathan loved leaning down to hug his mother, feeling somewhat plus superior due to his height.
The lights were on, and he took a siège in a stool, watching his mother hum softly as she drained pasta. The cuisine smelled amazing, she was probably cooking another world-famous meal.
“Hey mom.” He smiled at his mother, giving her a small wave.
“Nathan,” her voice was warm and full of l’amour towards her youngest son, “Want to help me make dinner?”
Nathan nodded. “Sure.”
He stood up, helping his mother grate parmesan cheese. He glided the chunk slowly up and down on the grater, careful not to cut himself.
“Be careful, Honey.” His mother’s alarming but kind voice filled his ears, as he avoided nearly slicing his finger.
They both looked up, hearing footsteps. Dan and Lucas both entered the house, Lucas with his jersey on, and a basketball, basket-ball rolling in his hands. Dan carried his briefcase, and his jacket.
He set it down, taking a good look at his wife, and then son. “Nathan Scott, homemaker. Didn’t see that one coming.”
Karen laughed. “Stop. He’s just helping me grate cheese.”
Lucas shook his head, laughing as he took a siège par the table. “Hey Nate, when are toi going to start doing laundry?”
“Or cleaning the house?” Dan added.
Lucas and Dan laughed, but Nathan frowned. “Funny, guys. Really funny.”
Dan smiled, walking up behind his wife, placing a Kiss on her neck. “I know. Hello, my beautiful wife.”
Karen laughed. “Don’t think toi can make fun of Nathan and then play nice with me.”
“I’m sorry, Nathan,” Dan told his son, his smile growing when his wife turned, s’embrasser his lips, “Or should I start calling toi Betty Crocker?”
Nathan tossed a piece of pâtes, pâtes alimentaires at his father. “Whatever Dad, at least I don’t do makeup.”
Dan’s eyes widened as he turned to his wife, once again. “You told him about that?”
“Yep, she did.” Nathan shrugged, taking a siège beside his brother.
“I feel so Lost right now.” Lucas laughed.
“Trust me, toi should feel lucky.” Dan sighed, shaking his head at his wife.
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Nathan switched the TV to another channel, getting bored of watching Rap musique Videos.
A knock at the door caused him to turn his head. “Yeah?”
“Nate, it’s me.”
“You can come in, Mom.”
He kicked his feet off the side of the bed, so they were planted on to the ground. Karen smiled, entering with a laundry basket. She placed it on the floor, taking a siège on his bed.
“How’re toi doing, Nate?”
“I’m good.” He nodded.
“I mean with Haley.”
Nathan squinted. “Mom, how do toi know about that?”
“Honey, I know everything.”
“She loves Jake, not me.”
“But toi l’amour her.”
“Yeah. And toi may think I don’t know what l’amour is, but I do. Trust me, every time I see her I’m reminded of it.”
“I don’t think you’re too young to be in love, Nathan.”
“Mom,” He put his head in his hands, “I don’t know what to do.”
“You can talk to her.” Karen shrugged, but Nathan shook his head. He didn’t see that working any time soon.
“It won’t work.” He assured her, clasping his hands underneath his neck.
“Well then I have no conseil for you. toi can always try. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”
“She’ll say no, and our friendship will be ruined forever.”
“Or she’ll say yes, and you’ll be the best couple in the world.”
“Mom, that would never happen.”
Karen shrugged, s’embrasser Nathan on the forehead softly.
“It might.”
