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[x-likeabobcat-x]

“Brooke Davis comes back to town and I have to hear it from my son? My son of all people? Get your butt over here, missy!” when Haley had heard, nothing could stop the swell of excitement inside her and the need to go track her down instantly. She didn’t even care for anyone else around them, just overjoyed to see the other third of her heart and she practically ran into Brooke’s arms to hold her tightly. 

@brookedavisforever​

[x-sweetestthing-x]

“You lost or somethin’?” he cut the engine to his bike, removing his helmet as he surveyed the guy looking around the surrounding buildings. Sweet Pea knew who was Southside and who wasn’t and this guy reeked of Northside. And also highly suspicious. Especially when suits hung around his baby mama’s place.

@thereginaldmantle​

[x-sweetestthing-x]

“hey, excuse me- hello?!” the dropped purse was in his hands, the rich texture of it felt expensive in his hands and the woman who had misplaced it was up ahead unaware. His shouts seemed to be worthless as the woman stayed walking. Grumbling, he picked up his pace and when he was at her heels lightly tapped her shoulder. “Hey!” 

@brookedavisforever​

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[x-likeabobcat-x]

closed - @23nathanscott23​

There was something serene in being in school in the early hours, putting the last finishing touches before the madness which was the first day of term. Haley basked in the warm glow of sun leaking through the blinds as she drummed her nails against the top of the copier. Class schedules, lesson plans, attendance records- the soft ‘whuuur’ of the machine surrounded the empty office, mixing with the gentle hums of a song she had long ago written but never done anything with. 

Within the tranquility there was a lingering sense of sadness within her. The office, the school, it was memories of a better time. It was almost cathartic being in the one place where so much of her life had revolved. So lost in her reverie and nostalgia, she hadn’t even heard the person approaching and entering the room, lost in a memory long ago until footsteps broke through and she turned to look at the stranger with an emotion which only screamed intrigue. She hadn’t expected anyone else to be here so early, unless it was custodial.

“Can I help you?” she asked, slightly wary.