Leave it in the Past

Patrick’s POV

I pulled into the nearest parking lot, which was a Taco Bell, and stopped the car. I turned to Peyton and took a deep breath.

“Did you really mean that?” I asked her nervously. She looked up at me and our eyes met. She fidgeted in her seat before answering. She always did that when she was nervous.

“Mean what?” She asked nonchalantly. She knew what I was talking about. She was just buying time to think.

“You know what I’m talking about.” I said firmly. She fidgeted more.

“Of course I meant it,” she mumbled, if we keep going like this, isn’t that how we will probably end up?” I nodded, surprised that the thought of marriage had ever crossed her mind.

“I hope so. I just didn’t think that you have even thought about it at all.” I admitted.

“Well, I have. Have you?” She asked quickly. I looked at her in shock. Was she serious? Of course I had. She bit her lip nervously, which made her even more attractive than usual.

“For longer than I care to admit. Peyt, I already told you, you’ve been the one since high school.” She sat silent. It began to feel awkward so I said something else.

“Be honest, could you see it? You and I getting married? Having a little house in the suburbs with our kids running around?” I asked, hoping to get something out of her.

“Yeah, I could.” She said softly. She started to smile slightly.

“Do you want that to happen?” I asked hopefully.

“I think I might.” She smiled. I could hear my own heart racing, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear it too.

“Well I want to marry you. I love you, but you already knew that.” I said with a shrug, trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal. We sat in silence for a moment. She looked down at her hands and started to smile.

“Patrick, I love you too. But you already knew that.” She said with a huge smile spread across her face. I turned and stared at her in complete shock. I had been dreaming about her saying that to me for years, and here it was. Her words floated into my ears like a cloud. But my brain brought me back to reality. What if she was just saying that to make me happy?

“Really? I swear to God Peyt if you don’t really mean that-”

“Patrick, are you serious right now? You know me better than anyone; I always mean what I say. Of course I love you. You’re, well, you.” She said. She was grinning from ear to ear. I smiled and thrust my lips to hers. After a minute or so, she broke away.

“We should probably get going; we’re going to get a lot of shit from Erica if we’re late.” She said with a grin. I laughed, she was right. I would get chirped pretty hard. I started the car and drove out of the parking lot. Every once and a while I would glance over at Peyton, and I could see her still smiling to herself. And me, I was doing cartwheels in my head. The girl of my dreams was now really mine.

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Peyton’s POV
When we arrived at the bar, Erica and Brandon were already there. We went over and joined them in their booth. I scooted in first, and then Patrick sat next to me and put his arm around me.

“What took you guys so long?” Erica asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Patrick groaned and Brandon laughed. Erica looked right at me and grinned.

“Traffic.” Patrick answered, trying to cover it up. Erica raised her eyebrows, clearly amused by his attempt.

“That’s funny. We didn’t have any traffic on the way here. Was the dick next to you just slow to pick up speed?” Brandon chirped, directing the question to me. Patrick covered his face with his free hand in embarrassment. Erica lost it, she was laughing so hard. I smiled, Brandon was funny.

“Brandon…” Patrick groaned. The rest of us laughed. Patrick pulled me closer to his side. I could feel his strong arm around me.

“Sorry Kaner, I couldn’t help it.” Brandon said with a grin. Patrick smiled good-naturedly.

“Alright, it’s all good. Drinks are on me. What does everyone want?” Patrick asked. We gave him our orders and he went to get them. That left Erica, Brandon, and me alone.

“So Peyton…” Erica said with a wink.

“What?”

“What really took you so long to get here?” She asked with a giggle. My heart dropped into my stomach, I didn’t want to give them the real reason. What happened with Patrick and I would stay between us. They both looked at me expectedly, huge grins plastered on their faces. I gulped and prepared myself to feed them a lie.

“Well, if you really wanna know.” I leaned closer to them and whispered, trying to bait Erica and Brandon into my story. Their eyes widened, and they leaned in too.

“Patrick got lost. He wouldn’t listen to his GPS and took a wrong turn.” I said with a smirk. Both Erica and Brandon looked really confused.

“That’s it?” They asked in unison. I nodded, forcing a devious smile on my face.

“Yeah, but he’s way too proud to ever admit that.” I said, still grinning. I sat back and folded my arms over my chest, taking in my performance of this lie. Patrick came back with the drinks to see me grinning and Brandon and Erica looking at each other in confusion.

“What’s going on?” He mouthed to me. I smiled and shook my head, telling him that everything was good. Erica and Brandon were focused on their own conversation now anyways. Patrick handed me my drink, and much to my own surprise, I downed it. He looked at me in shock, and then threw back his beer almost as fast.

“Damn Peyt, when did you become such a drinker?” He asked, very surprised.

“Oh I’m full of surprises.” I said seductively with a wink. His eyes widened.

“Oh really?” He murmured seductively.

“Mmmm,” I whispered, “wanna go dance?” I asked, scooting closer to him.

“Of course.” He said, and pulled me to the dance floor. I could feel my heartbeat fluttering, this was going to get interesting. Patrick put his hands tightly on my hips, pulling me close to him. We grinded to the music. I could feel his dick getting harder against my ass. I pressed myself even farther into him and he groaned. He leaned over and put his mouth close to my ear.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked, his voice deeper than usual. I smiled to myself; it felt like he was a random guy I had just met at a bar. But he wasn’t. He was my best friend and my best boyfriend. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. Then it was my turn to lean in by his ear.

“Well you DID buy me dinner first.” I said with a smile. We laughed and we walked towards Erica and Brandon to tell them that we were leaving.

“We’re going to head out, it was good seeing you Saader,” Patrick said, shaking Brandon’s hand, “now you two crazy kids behave yourself.” Brandon laughed and nodded.

“You two have fun!” Said Erica, her whole face lit up with mischief. I rolled my eyes and grinned at her. Patrick grabbed my hand and we interlocked fingers. We walked out of the bar and to his car.

“Wow Peyt, I didn’t know you were the kind of slut to go home with guys that hit on you at a bar.” He said, a huge grin spreading across his face. I smiled and shoved him playfully.

“I didn’t think you picked up puck bunnies anymore?” I teased back to him. He laughed and then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled and hit his back to try and get him to put me down.

“I only pick up perfect girls,” he said, setting me down. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

“Well a perfect guy deserves a perfect girl.” I said with a smile. He smiled back and leaned over and kissed me.

Notes

So bad spot to end, I know! So I actually started writing the beginning of the chapter in Peyton's POV, but I realized that it would be more meaningful from Patrick's POV so I wrote it from his. However, I still have Peyton's POV written, so if you guys want me to put it as a bonus chapter I will! It's pretty much the same, you just get to see what she's thinking. So lemme know! Thanks for reading! <3