“C’mon Peyton, it will be fine. It’s the end of school, we probably won’t see each other for a while, and I want to remember this day.” He said, looking me straight in the eye. It was our last day of school, senior year, and he wanted to have sex.

“I want to remember it too. But not like this. We don’t need this to make it memorable. It’s not like I will forget you, you’re my best friend.” I pleaded, but could tell I wasn’t convincing him.

“What’s the big deal? It doesn’t have to mean anything. We'll just have a little fun babe. Let’s just end our senior year with a BANG!” He said, laughing at his own pun. He was drunk off his ass.

“I don’t want to Pat! Okay?!? And I'm not your 'babe'!” I said, raising my voice.

“Damn, what got shoved up your ass? It’s really not a big deal.” He slurred.

“No means no, and you know to respect that. And sex means love, and this is not love right now.” I explained.

“That’s always girls’ excuse. Are you too much of a pissy little bitch to handle all of this?” He said, unzipping his pants with one hand, and a beer bottle in another hand.

“NO! I AM NOT GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOU PATRICK!”I screamed. He dropped his beer bottle and put his hand over my mouth. The bottle broke and cut my foot a little. It's a good thing that the bottle was nearly empty, otherwise the alcohol would have stung like a bitch. He then tightly wrapped his arms around me.

“Don’t scream. It was just a suggestion.” He hissed, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. I bit his hand and stepped back.

“Leave me alone.” My voice trembled, not sure what he planned on doing. I kept walking away from him.

“Peyt, don’t be like this baby. You are hot enough for me, if that’s what you are worried about.” He was drunker than I thought.

“Don’t you dare call me that!” I yelled. I slapped him and ran out of the house all the way to my friend’s house.

I sighed. I knew he didn’t really mean it, but I had never seen him the same way again. I also knew he wouldn’t have forced me, but I was still disgusted by the whole event. I put my plate in the sink and walked to his bedroom. I heard something muffled from behind the door. Was he crying? I took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in.” He said, his voice shaky. I opened the door to see him lying in his king sized bed, without his shirt, eyes glistened with tears. I felt awful.

“Patty, I’m so sorry I brought it up again. You’re right, we had moved past this, and I don’t know why I brought it up again.” My voice was shaky too, I knew I was about to cry.

“It’s my fault. I fucked it all up. I FUCKED UP OUR FRIENDSHIP. I wish I could take it all back, you know that right?” He said, clearly angry at himself. I nodded. He didn’t look angry at me, so I got onto his bed and sat right beside him and hugged him. We sat in silence. I wondered if he was trying to remember it. I knew that there was no way he could. He had drank so much that night, I'm surprised that he didn't end up in a ditch somewhere.

"I know that you didn't mean to, it was the alcohol talking. I really don't know why I brought it up." I said apologetically.

"Peyt, it's really not your fault. It's mine. I don't blame you for being upset about it." He said. we sat in more silence, and I hugged him tighter.

"Patty?"

"Yeah Peyt?"

"Do you remember the other thing?" I asked trying to cheer him up. He cracked a half smile, but I could tell he was still focused on what he had done.

"I could never forget. It was so special." He said sweetly. I smiled. He stared at me intently for a minute. His beautiful blue eyes held the gaze of my ugly brown ones. He looked at me as if there was something else that he wanted to say, but he didn't say anything else.

Notes

So I decided to add another chapter today because I'm bored. it's also pretty short, but it's really important to their relationship. If there is something you want to see in this story, please let me know! I am really open to new ideas. Please comment, vote or subscribe! I want feedback. Please note that italics are always flashback! Thanks <3