Leave it in the Past

Erica’s POV

“You look amazing.” Brandon complimented me, opening the passenger door of his sleek black car for me. I slid into the leather seat and buckled my seatbelt.

“Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself.” I replied confidently, even though I was extremely nervous. I usually had no problem with guys, but I couldn’t help but be nervous tonight. He was charming, and I thought it was extremely cute that he had gone through all this trouble just to go on a date with me. He walked around to the other side of the car, and got into the driver’s seat.

“You ready?” He asked with a grin. Oh boy, he was gorgeous.

“Yeah,” I replied shyly, “Where are we going?”

“You will have to wait and see.” He responded mysteriously. We drove around Chicago for a while, and ended up at Navy Pier.

“Is this okay with you?” He asked. We were walking towards a cute restaurant on the pier.

“It looks great.” I smiled, and we walked inside.

“Smith, reservation for 2.” Brandon said to the hostess. I raised an eyebrow, but figured he would explain later. The hostess looked at him like she recognized him, but shook her head
and led us to our table.

“So, Brandon Smith, what do you want to order?” I asked, holding in a smile.

“Oh that? I always use a different last name when I make reservations. Most people will think that I look familiar when I’m out and about, but they don’t usually know why. If I use my actual last name, people will know me for sure.” He explained.

“Ah. How often do you make reservations for 2?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little insecure.

“Not often. Don’t worry, I only ask girls out if they really seem special.” He smiled encouragingly. I could feel myself blushing. I couldn’t help but glance up from my menu and look at him from time to time, he was so attractive. After a while, I caught myself staring at him, and he caught me too.

“Uhh, Erica?” He asked, snapping me out my trance.

“Sorry, what?”

“Why are you staring at me?” He looked a little concerned.

“Oh. Uh… I’m sorry. You’re just really attractive.” I blurted out. Horrified, I put my perfectly
manicured hand over my mouth. He smiled and looked down at his menu, his cheeks turning a rosy red.

“Thank you,” he said with a chuckle, “but if I’m attractive what are you? An angel?” Now it was my turn to look down and blush. When I looked back up at him, he had a huge grin on his face.

“Brandon,” I squeaked, “you’re too sweet.” He was still smiling.

“Nah, I just really like you.” He admitted. I could feel my face flushing again.

“Did I ever tell you that I’m so glad you asked me out?”

“No. I don’t think you did.” He said, shaking his head playfully.

“Well, I’m really glad you did.”

“Me too. Now what looks good?” He asked motioning to the menu. We hadn’t spent much time looking at it and our waitress would be back any minute.

“I’m thinking fettuccine alfredo, what about you? I asked, scanning the menu.

“I’m thinking the steak. I’m starving.” He replied, closing his menu. The waitress then came back and took our orders. While we waited for the food we chatted about hockey and our childhoods. I told him what it was like growing up with Patrick and he talked about being on a team with him. After a while, the food came. We dug in, and enjoyed the delicious meal.
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Peyton’s POV

“Hey, do you wanna see if Erica and Brandon want get some drinks with us?” Patrick asked, not taking his eyes off his phone.

“Sure. Do you think they’re done with dinner yet?” I asked. He turned his wrist and checked his Rolex.

“Peyt. It’s like 8:30. I’m sure they don’t eat that slow.” He replied harshly, still not looking up from his phone. We were sitting in his car, in the parking lot of the restaurant, trying to decide what to do with the rest of our night after a good dinner.

“I was just checking.” I huffed, looking out the window on my side. There was a cute family getting out of a minivan a few spots away. Patrick grabbed my left hand.

“Sorry. Alright, Brandon said that they’ll meet us.” He said with a smile. He put his phone in his pocket and leaned over and kissed me.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you are?” He asked sweetly.

“You could say I’ve heard it before.” I smirked and I leaned into his lips aggressively. He put his right hand behind my head and kept our lips locked together tightly. I could taste his minty tongue meeting with mine. We made out for a minute, until he broke away. He was breathing a little heavier.

“That makes me feel 15 again.” He said with a chuckle. He started the car and started driving out of the parking lot.

“Peyt?” I woke up to see Patrick standing over me, only wearing boxers. I mentally rolled my eyes at how ridiculously comfortable he was around me.

“Whad’ya want?”I mumbled sleepily, pushing him away. I could feel his warm rock hard abs against my cold hands. He stiffened up at my touch.

“Wanna…?” He asked with a devious smile. My eyes shot wide open. I nodded and grabbed his hand. I silently sprung out of Erica’s bed, careful not to wake her up. I followed him down the hall and into his room. I sat down on his bed next to him and I got under the warm covers. We were sitting really close and I could feel his body heat radiating on to me. He handed me a guitar, with a cord just barely long enough to reach where I was sitting. Then he grabbed his own guitar with an equally short cord.

“Same bet as last time?” He asked, and a childish grin spread over his face.

“Winner decides? Sure.” I answered, still groggy. He nodded happily. He turned on Guitar Hero, and picked a song. He decided to do it on expert, and I went with medium like usual. We ended up playing 7 songs and he beat me 5 out of the 7 times.

“Take that loser!” He gloated, tickling me in the process. I rolled my eyes, it wasn’t like it was anything new to him.

“Patrick. Patrick stop! PATRICK!” I squealed, trying to push his hands away from my stomach. He sat back on his heels and stopped tickling me. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop. Now for my prize…” He trailed off, tapping his chin, trying to think of what he wanted. I could see his lips forming slightly into a devilish smile.

“Okay but can’t make me doing anything horribly awful.” I quickly reminded him, afraid of the things he would try to get me to do.

“So I can’t make you run around the block in just your underwear?” He teased, tugging the little piece of lace peeking above my pajama shorts. I swatted his hand away and pulled my pajama shorts up.

“Not a chance.”

“Fine. I’ve got one.”

“Which is…?” I raised an eyebrow.

“This.” He leaned in over my face, and placed his soft lips on mine. I froze, but slowly eased into it. I could feel his bare chest moving inches away from my chest. His lips moved around mine, and his tongue danced its way into my mouth. I used my tongue to explore his mouth too. After a minute, he broke away and smiled.

“Now was that horribly awful?” He asked with a smirk.

“I would have rather ran around the block in my underwear.” I teased. He shoved me playfully.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while, you know.” He admitted, completely serious. Patrick lay down next to me and covered us both with the blanket. I scooted towards him and he wrapped his bare arms around my ribs. I could smell the little bit of cologne still left on his skin from the day.

“What? Why?”

“Just to know what it felt like with you.”

“And?” I asked nervously. I had never kissed a guy before, and I certainly hadn’t expected Patrick to do that.

“Amazing.” He breathed. The two of us laid in silence. Sure we had a touchy friendship. He would occasionally smack my butt and I liked to feel his abs but what we had that moment was different. It wasn’t just touchy, it was touchy- feely.

“What are you thinking about?” Patrick asked, bringing me back to reality.

“Just that first time that you kissed me.” I responded, trying to keep my smile to myself.

“Oh that? That was amazing, I’m so glad that I did. You know that’s probably one of my favorite memories. I remember that after I kissed you, we just laid there and cuddled and you fell asleep and you seriously were such a peaceful sleeper.” He blabbered on. I could feel myself blushing.

“And then we woke up to hear your parents starting to make breakfast. I had to sprint back to Erica’s room before your mom came to wake you up for practice.” I said laughing.

“Yeah! And you were so scared that you would get caught running to her room and I was scared that my mom would think we were doing stuff.”

“Those were the good old days. It’s funny; I don’t think that Erica was ever suspicious about it.” I commented. Patrick and I snuck away from her while she was sleeping at least a dozen times, and we never got caught.

“She would have been pissed. She hated it when I would try and join you during your sleepovers!”

“Oh my god she would go get your mom. I would just sit there awkwardly while you two fought over me.” I said.

“Yeah. Do you think we should tell her?” He asked, a huge grin plastered on his face.

“Maybe on our wedding day. We could tell everyone that’s where it all started.” I said with a giggle. Then I froze, realizing that I had just said that out loud to Patrick.

“Wait, are you serious?”

Notes

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in forever, I've been super busy! I hope that you had good holidays. Please leave me any feedback! I don't bite. I take any constructive criticism, so if you have some, let me know. Also any ideas for later in the story are appreciated. And as usual, thanks for reading! <3