Funny Little Feeling
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill. It belongs to Mark Schwahn and the CW.
Summary: Nathan and Haley spent most of their high school years completely oblivious to each other. He was the arrogant jock while she was the shy tutor. Two combinations that were to never mix. But when they find themselves at the same camp for the summer, the rules start to change. Their two worlds suddenly collide and a spark is discovered that they never even knew was there.
Haley James stood in the doorway looking over the expanse of her bedroom. Aside from her nightstand and a few stuffed animals, the rest of the room was covered in clothes. I can't believe I'm doing this.
"Whoa," Haley's best friend Lucas stated as he came up behind her. They met when they were eight and had been inseparable ever since. Since they were partners in crime, Haley had asked him to come over and help her pack. "Did your closet explode?"
"Very funny," Haley replied giving him a light shove with her hip. "I don't know what to bring."
"Haley, we're going away for the summer. Not a whole year," Lucas laughed. "Besides, it's just camp." Although Haley knew Lucas was right, she couldn't help her uncertainty. She was a girl, after all.
Do I bring the jean skirt and that new halter? No…why would I need that? Sneakers? Yes. Fancy sandals? Um…no? Damn it, I really need to get me some girl friends.
"Well, I have to be prepared," Haley defended. Sure, Camp Aldrich was your average summer camp but Haley had never gone away for the whole summer before. She had no idea what to expect. If it was up to her, she wouldn't even be going. But her parents just had to buy that RV so they could travel the country visiting her siblings. Haley wouldn't have minded doing that. But when she asked her parents, they said that they didn't want to "cramp her style." They thought she should be with people her own age this summer. So they decided to ship her off to camp with Lucas. His mother Karen would also be away. She had gotten accepted to a cooking school in Florence, Italy. Haley happened to be very close to Karen, too. She was like a second mother to her.
"Women," Lucas mocked as he pushed some of her clothes to the side and laid down on her bed.
"Are you comfortable?" Haley asked wryly once Lucas put his hands behind his head.
"Getting there," he replied with a quirky smile. Haley just rolled her eyes and went back to sorting through the chaos that was her room. Ten short-sleeve shirts, seven pairs of shorts, six pairs of sandals, four sleeveless tops, three pairs of regular jeans, two bathing suits, two skirts, and one pair of sneakers later, Haley was finally done. Although the bus to Camp Aldrich didn't leave for another four days, Haley wanted to make sure she was ready ahead of time. She hated doing things the last minute.
"I think we did pretty well," Lucas said as he got up and put an arm around her.
"Oh no, Mister. There was no 'we.' While I was working, you Lucas Scott, just sat there like a stick in the mud."
"Hey, I gave you advice about what to bring," Lucas defended.
"My toothbrush doesn't count, genius," Haley replied.
"Fine, but if everyone says you have bad breath at camp, don't come crying to me," he stated teasingly causing Haley to smile despite herself.
"I'm sure I'll be just fine," she assured him. She then started to put away the rest of her clothes that she had decided not to bring with her.
"Ok, so now that we're done, you wanna go see a movie?" Lucas proposed.
"We can't. It's a school night," Haley pointed out.
"Haley, tomorrow is our last day. We have no homework and I highly doubt they'll be teaching us anything new."
"I still can't. I have to clean up this mess. My room looks like a scene from Twister."
"You'll have plenty of time later to clean," Lucas stated. "Come on, Haley, live in the moment."
Haley was about to decline again when Lucas added, "I'll even let you choose the movie."
"Any movie?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Ok, I guess I'm not going then," she declared while picking up a pile of shoes and throwing them in a box in her closet. Lucas usually liked horror movies. Haley, on the other hand, hated them. The last scary flick they saw together had her petrified to fall asleep for a week. I'm not going throught that again.
"Fine. You can choose any movie," Lucas relented. I knew he'd cave.
"Sweet!" she exclaimed as she grabbed her purse off of her desk. She had been dying to see Surf's Up but she knew that Lucas would never agree to see it willingly. But it looked like he'd have to now. "Come on, Luke. What are we waiting for?"
That Friday morning, Nathan waited at the top of the stairs until he couldn't hear the yelling anymore. His parents had been going at it for an hour arguing about everything from their wedding crystal to who gets the damn espresso machine. All he wanted his mom to do was tell his dad to take it all and get the hell out. When he finally heard the front door slam, Nathan made his way into the kitchen.
"Hi, Sweetie" his mom greeted putting on her happy face. If there was anything his mom was good at, it was pretending. "You want some breakfast?"
"No thanks. I'm not hungry," he answered curtly while taking a bottled water out of the refrigerator. As he was about to leave, he heard his mom call him back.
"What?" he questioned a little annoyed. As much as Nathan hated going to school, he liked it better than staying in the house with two parents who were practically ready to kill each other. Even though his dad had moved into their beach house, he was still always around causing mayhem.
"I know this is hard for you," she stated.
"What is?" Nathan played dumb. He really didn't want to talk about this now.
"The divorce," she elaborated. "But I promise, as soon as you get back from camp, things will get better." At the mention of camp, Nathan inwardly groaned. Mosquitoes, outhouses, and crafts…gee, I can't wait.
"I hope so," Nathan replied. "Because you promised me a long time ago that we would get out, Mom."
"We will, Nate," she assured him. "It's just going to take time."
"Ok," he nodded not knowing what else to say. His parents were splitting up and it was not going well. There really was no way to sugarcoat the situation. He then picked up his backpack and left for school.
"Hey, Nate Dogg," Tim greeted Nathan as he got out of his SUV. "Is this summer gonna be fo' schizzle or what?" When Tim had found out that Nathan was going to camp, he had quickly signed up, too. It was like "Mary Had a Little Lamb." Every where that Nathan went, Tim was sure to follow. Although, he seemed more excited about it than Nathan was.
"Just say it's gonna be good, Tim," Nathan sighed. Sometimes his friend came out with the weirdest things.
"What's the matter with you? Aren't you excited? It's the last day of school," Tim exclaimed. Nathan didn't answer him. He just walked into Tree Hill High and continued on with his normal routine. As he walked down the hall, he exchanged glances and nods with a few teammates. He also gave the occasional cheerleader the eye. Since Nathan was the captain of the Tree Hill Raven's Varsity Basketball Team, he pretty much owned the school. There wasn't a guy he couldn't take or a girl he couldn't have. When it came to the social hierarchy, Nathan was number one. And that was just the way he liked it.
"Hey, Nathan," his other friend Ted called. "Whitey wants to see you in his office."
"Did he say why?" Nathan questioned as he pulled some of his books out of his locker. There were only two reasons why Whitey—a.k.a Coach Durham—would want to see him this early in the morning. Nathan figured he was either in trouble or it had something to do with his father coming to the school and bitching again. When it came to basketball, Nathan's father was obsessed. Dan Scott had made a name for himself as a basketball legend in their small town of Tree Hill. He even went on to play college ball. He could've gone pro if it wasn't for the knee injury he suffered his freshman year—so his father said. But when Dan had discovered that Nathan had raw talent, he immediately began training him to be a part of the next Scott Basketball Pedigree. The only problem was that Dan sometimes took it too far.
"Alright. Thanks," Nathan replied. He quickly grabbed the rest of his things and took off towards the boy's locker room. When he finally entered Whitey's office, the only person he saw in there was Lucas. Immediately, Nathan felt his blood boil. What the hell is he doing here? Nathan and Lucas never got along. They weren't just enemies. Oh no, it was much worse than that. They were brothers. Another little stunt Nathan's father was famous for was impregnating his high school girlfriend and then leaving her when college started. Three months later, Dan got his new girlfriend Deb pregnant, too. Except that time, Dan chose to stand by Deb. Nathan hadn't found out about Lucas until he was eight years old. But as soon as he did, he had hated him. Lucas was nothing more than a constant reminder of his father's mistake long ago. If Nathan wanted to remain on his father's good side, then he had to work extra hard to outshine his "older brother."
"Ah, Nathan," Whitey said coming up behind him and entering the room. "Take a seat."
"What's going on?" Nathan questioned not moving or taking his eyes off Lucas. Whatever this was, it couldn't be good.
"I'll tell you as soon as you sit," Whitey repeated a little more forcefully. Reluctantly, Nathan sat in the empty chair in front of Whitey's desk next to Lucas.
"Now as you know, I talked to you boys and the team about making some changes next season. I realize that the summer is coming up but I hope that you two will keep in shape," Whitey stated.
"No offense, Coach, but what's the real reason why we're here?" Nathan inquired. He saw that Whitey was building up to something. He just wanted him to get to the point already.
"Look," Whitey started. "The two of you are my strongest players. But on the other hand, you both are liabilities for this team."
"What do you mean?" Lucas asked confused. Nathan didn't know where this was going either.
"I'm going to be blunt. The two of you need to get your heads out of your asses and find a way to get along. All of your fighting and petty arguments cost us the finals this year," Whitey explained with an edge in his voice.
"That was not my fault," Nathan excused. "I can't be blamed because he can't make it past his defenders."
"You're one to freakin' talk!" Lucas retorted. "Maybe if you didn't hog the damn ball so much, I'd have a little more incentive to actually get open."
"That's enough," Whitey tried to intervene but the boys kept going.
"Oh please, it's not my problem you're a weakling. Maybe if you grew a pair you'd actually be able to stand up to those guys on the court," Nathan began to shout.
"Well, how can I concentrate on the game when you have all the guys on our team turned against me? Because really, that makes it so much easier for me to play at my best when you and your cronies are trashing my things and freezing me out of plays," Lucas yelled back.
"I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!" Whitey boomed. "This is what I'm talking about. The two of you can't go five seconds without tearing each other apart! As a result of your mutual—and completely misplaced—hatred, you ruined any chance of this team making it into the state championship." Nathan didn't know what to say. He had never seen Whitey so furious. He'd never admit it, but he was a little scared. Nathan just looked down at the ground.
"Whether the two of you like it or not, you're teammates...and brothers." At Whitey's last words, both Nathan and Lucas' heads shot up. "And from this moment on, you're now the team's new co-captains." WHAT?!