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"Kissing in the Rain" chpt. 5/5 COMPLETED 12/04, Story of lovers who hide their feelings!
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Hey guys, I've been reading OTH fanfic for a long long time but never had the guts to write a story before. This is my first fanfic ever so please be nice and leave comments. I came up with this idea this morning while on the bus coming to school. I have no I idea where I'm going with the story or how long its going to be but I decided to post the first part anyway. Okay, enough of my rantings and on with the story:
Chapter 1: "Its raining it pouring..."
Part 1:
She loved the rain, the feel of the cold, clear droplets of water on her skin. The sound of water hitting the ground was music to her ears. Most people hate the rain. They hate how it gets all dark and dreary and how you always have to be careful so as to avoid getting mud on your shoes. But she was different. She knew it, as did everyone else around her. I refer to her as "she" because calling her by a name would somehow lessen her greatness. She didn't care of what people thought to her or the fact that shoe could catch pneumonia by standing in the rain like that. She was an enigma, kind of like a drug that I was addicted to. No matter how hard I tried, I could get rid of my thoughts about her, not that I ever wanted to.
I'd known her all my life, yet never once had I spoken to her. Haley wasn't part of the popular group but nevertheless people liked her and also to some extent admired her for being who they couldn't be. She was nice to everyone, everyone except me. Well she didn't like or hate me per say, it was more like she didn't have any feelings toward me. That hurt. That hurt a lot. At the time I would have even settled for being hated by her, any thing from her was better than nothing at all. It was not until much later that I found out just how wrong I was about her...
Should I continue?? Like it? Hate it? Let me know ~Poulami
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Ohh, wow sounds intense, Haha, no seriously, i'm intrigued please update soon! awesome start!
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Hey guys, thanks for the replies. They're really encouraging and made me very happy. Here's is a couple of facts I'd like to share about the fic in order to clear up any confusion:
-Nathan and Haley know each other but never really talk -Nate is popular but a really nice person and is head over heels in love with Haley -Haley isn't popular but is liked by all
There isn't much drama in the story, its more along the lines of a story of two people who are born to love each other. I know that there's is a LOT of description but its there to help you truly understand the characters and to help you get somewhat attached to them. Trust me it will make the story more interesting later on. So please bear with me.Well that's it I guess. Enjoy!
Part 2: "Look for the girl with the broken smile" - She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5
You may ask why is it that I couldn't simply go and talk to her. Is it because I was not that experience in the female department? Or is it because I was too cool to talk to her since she was beneath me when it comes to social status? The truth is it was neither. Popularity was never really an issue for me. Granted I was popular, some might have even referred to me as the King of Tree Hill High. Either way, I never bought that BS. Girls would throw themselves at me all the time but I never payed much attention. I had eyes for only one girl--Haley. The reason why I never approached her was because I always thought I wasn't good enough for her. Sometimes I still do.
She was the kind of girl who would do what was best for everyone, even if it wasn't best for herself. I remember she would spend hours and hours tutoring her peers and not once complain about how tired or how stressful her life was. She always had smile plastered on her face. And what a beautiful smile it was! When she smiled, it was like time had stopped. Her whole face would glow and her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes would twinkle like shining stars. It was also a smile that could fool just about anyone. Anyone except me that is. Haley and I have always shared some sort of a bond. I could always sense when she was nearby and I could always tell if there was something wrong. I knew that behind that joyous exterior was a real person. A person with real emotions, happiness, sadness, anger. I knew that somewhere behind that jolly exterior was a sad and lonely girl who was desperately trying to come out. And I knew that someday, somehow, I was going to be the one who was going to make her show thats side of herself to the world. If only I had known just how soon that day would arrive...
Sorry its kinda short. It looked a lot longer on paper. Like it? Hate it? Please let me know
~Poulami
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Hey guys! Here's chapter 2. DON't FORGET TO REPLY! Chapter 2: Basketball Dreams They say that everybody's good at something. Take me for instance, basketball is my life. To me it is an art form. When I get ready to shoot a basket, I select the perfect shooting angle so as to make sure that the ball goes through the hoop. Swish! Nothing but net! Its kind of like a painter and how he has to choose the perfect hues of orange to create a painting of the sunset. Each time I make the winning basket during a game, the crowd roars, the cheerleaders shriek and it feels like my whole world is on fire. Seeing the ball go through the hoop in the nick of time gives me a sensational feeling, one that I wouldn't give up for the world. To me basketball meant everything, it was my escape. Escape from my controlling father, my non-existent mother, and hell, even my so-called friends who only cared about popularity. To the outside world, I was living the life that people would only dream of. I had god gifted talent, a nice LARGE trust fund and drop dead gorgeous looks. What more could a guy ask for right? Wrong. Honestly, I would give it all away if someone could promise me true happiness in return. If people ever took the time to look carefully, they would have noticed that it was all a lie. They would have known that I was drowning, drowning into a dismal abyss. When I was young, I cried. I always asked God, why should everyone else be happy when I'm not? He never answered. When I grew older, I became rebellious. I figured if I couldn't be happy, then neither should anyone else. Yeah I know its kind of selfish of me but I couldn't help it. By the time I became a teenager, all the sadness and anger had dissipated. All I felt was numbness. I built a mental wall around myself. If no one could break through this wall, then no one could cause me pain. That is what I started believing and over the years, that is who I had become. I had forgotten how it felt to be happy. That is, until the day that Haley came into my life... Like it? Hate it? Let me know. calibaybee: Thanks for replying. And this most definately is my first fic. Hope you liked Chapter 2 valerie: You replied again! Thanks. Glad you like Nathan's portrayl. You'll get read from Haley's POV on the next chappie. treehill_1: You're right my fic is kinda unique. That was kind of my purpose in writing the story. I've read tons and tons of Naley fics and they all seem similar. So I wanted to do something totally different. Hope you liked this update.
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i really like dis fic!!PLZ UPDATE SOON!!!!!!thx luv ya
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Hey y'all, this is the first part of chapter 3. Its through Haley's POV. I don't really like this chapter much but I'm hoping you guy will disagree. I'll post the next part sometime tonight. So look forward to that. Enjoy chapter 3 and don't for get to reply. Replies really motivate me to write so please do.
**READ THIS FIRST** This story is going to have a lot of time shifts so this is to prevent any confusion. The last 2 chapters were written in present day where Nathan reflects on how life had been before Haley came into his life. In this new chappie, we go back to the past to the point in Nathan's past where all the stuff he describes in chapters 1 and 2 really happened. So in other words, this is the past version of Haley that is talking in this chappie, you know nothing about Haley in present times. I'm sorry if its confusing. If you don't understand feel free to ask questions. Enjoy!
chapter 3
Part 1: dreams and fairy tales
Haley's POV
Do you believe in fairy tales? You know, the kind where prince charming comes and sweeps the girl off her feet, takes her away from her life of misery and the live "happily ever after"? I sure do. You nay think that its foolish of me to think so but I don't care, I'm not naive enough to say that this is bound to happen but something tells me that it will. Someday, maybe today, the boy of my dreams will come and take me away from this wretched life.
I'm sure a lot of girls my age have the same dream. Only in their fantasies, Prince Charming is some gorgeous celebrity like Chad Michael Murray. My dream is different. In my fantasies, Prince Charming isn't some hot piece of meat who wouldn't give me the time of day even if by some miracle I ever actually go to meet him. No, my prince charming is a boy who I've known all my life but I've never once spoken to him. His name is Nathan Scott and he's the most popular, most talented and most handsome boy in THH. Girls literally swoon over him. You probably think that me liking him is totally cliche but it really isn't.
Nathan isn't the stereotypical egoistic jerk that people think of when it comes to high school jocks. He's actually very intelligent and far too modest for his own good. Never once has he ever made fun of people who are less popular than him. He treats everyone fairly and is loved by everyone in Tree Hill in return. Nate is somewhat of a legend around here. He is considered to be the best basketball player in THH since his father Dan Scott, the biggest jerk of all times.
You probably think that its very shallow of me for liking him for his popularity or his money but that's not it. Even if he didn't possess all those luxuries, I would still be in love with him. I love him for everything he is. I love his strengths, his weaknesses, I love everything about him. Nathan Scott truly is the boy of my dreams...
Like it? Hate it? Let me know
oThXtreme02: You replied here too. Cool. I hope Haley's POV in this chappie was to your satisfaction. I don't really like it much but maybe you'll like it.
valerie: Wow you're my loyal reader! I think you've replied to every single one of my updates. Thanks a bunch. Replies really boost my confidence and motivate me to write more. I hope you liked this chappie.
QueenLizzie13, treehill_1, Leaa*, ***BrOkEn***: I'm glad you guys like my story. Hope you like this chappie.
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