Leave it in the Past

"Erica! I've missed you so much!" I ran up to give my best friend a hug. I couldn't believe she was here. I hadn't seen her in forever.

"Peyton! I missed you too babeee!" She replied, embracing my hug. Before releasing me, she whispered with a sly grin, "We're going clubbing tonight." I nodded discreetly and smiled. She knew that Patrick wouldn't approve or let us.

"Oh Emmm Geee. I've like missed you like sooooo much babe." Patrick mocked, putting his hands on his hips for emphasis. This didn't set well with Erica and she punched him in the shoulder.

"Oh grow up!" Erica said, rolling her eyes. He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Wow, nice to see ya too sis!" He replied sarcastically.

"Nice to see you too Pat." She said, giving him a quick hug.

"Got enough luggage?" He asked, looking at the two large pink suitcases and the carry on she had brought.

"No." She pouted, somehow I knew she was being serious. Patrick groaned and grabbed the two suitcases and then we started walking out of the airport.

"So have I missed anything between you two yet?" She inquired, raising an eyebrow. I looked at Patrick nervously. Some things are better left unsaid. But apparently he didn't think so.

"Peyt gave me QUITE the show this morning." He joked, barely able to control his laughter. Now it was my turn to punch him in the shoulder.

"Oww!" He groaned. He was still chuckling about it.

"That's what you get for making stuff up!" I said with a smirk.

"I don't know, I consider you prancing around your room with no clothes on a show." He teased.

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on. Are you two finally together?" Erica asked, a huge smile on her face. The atmosphere became awkward really fast.

"C'mon Erica, you know it isn't like that. We're just friends." I mumbled. I hated when people asked that about Patrick and I. I never knew what to say. I looked down at my shoes, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Patrick trying to communicate with Erica using facial expressions.

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"Peyton, can I borrow you silver eye shadow? Erica asked. We were getting ready to go clubbing for the first time in a while. We were going to hit Chicago's finest bars and clubs tonight and see if we couldn't make some guys' nights a lot more interesting. We used to do it all the time in Buffalo. It was kind of our guilty pleasure.

"Sure." I said, focused on putting my liquid eyeliner on.

"Oh Peyton, I'm so excited. You have no idea! I have been waiting for this for such a long time. And we have so much to catch up on. How about we start now?

"Uh-huh." I said, putting on my mascara.

"What's up with you and my brother?" She asked bluntly, much to my dismay. I knew she was going to ask, she always does.

"Just friends, Erica. You know that." I said, putting my makeup on.

"Just friends my ass." She said shaking her head, and messing up her eyeliner. She whispered, "damn" under her breath and wiped it off.

"What do you mean?" I asked, curling my hair with my new stick curler.

"Are you seriously that blind. I mean, you're smart enough..." She said, her voice trailing off.

"What are you talking about?" I asked impatiently. I was starting to get annoyed.

"Peyton. Seriously. Patrick likes you. A looooot. Trust me, I know. I swear on my life. Scout's honor." She said, raising her right hand.

"Yeah whatever. He does not." I replied stubbornly. Erica threw her hands in the air in exasperation and walked out of the bathroom to get the rest of her stuff. She was wrong. He couldn't like me. He likes one night stands and puck bunnies. There was nothing between us. No sexual tension, nothing. Well with one exception...

“Are you positive that your parents won’t be home later?” I asked, taking out my prom hair.

“Yep! They are gone all weekend. I am going to make this special for you, I PROMise.” He joked, laughing at his own pun.

"Okay,” I smiled.

“But we have to promise to not be awkward about this later.”

“I agree. Patrick, why do you want to do this?" I wasn't really sure why we had planned this.

“Because we love each other. Even though it’s as friends, I want you to know what this is like, without the pressure.”

“Okay.” He led me up the stairs, and into his bedroom that I knew like my own. It was clean, and there were candles scattered around the room. He closed the door behind us and smiled at me.

“Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded. Slowly he started to help me out of my light purple prom dress, revealing my lacy strapless bra and my lacy thong. When I was out of my dress, I started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his rock hard abs. I ran my hands down his chest and his abs to undo his belt. He stepped out of his pants, so that he was only in his boxers.

“Lay down. I have to put the condom on”. I laid down on his bed, which had actually been made for once. He turned around so that his was back was facing me. When he was done, he turned back around and climbed onto his bed on top of me. Then he started to kiss me. He kissed my lips, my forehead, and my small cleavage. Then he slowly started to pull off my underwear. Then he took his boxers off. I felt so weird to know that he was naked on top of me. Still kissing me, I could feel him starting to get himself inside of me. His breathing was hard and labored. I could feel his heart racing. He felt so vulnerable. It was side of him that I had never seen before. I lifted my arms around his muscular back and rubbed it. We kept going for about five minutes until he was all the way done. It was painful, but yet it was magical. When he was finished, he rolled off of me and laid right next to me.

“That was amazing.” He panted, clearly out of breath.

“Yeah.” I was still in shock.

“Something wrong?”

“Of course not.” I smiled. I wasn't sure if I regretted it or not.

"Peyton? Earth to Peyton!" Erica was standing in front of me.

"Huh?" I asked, startled out of my deep thought.

"Are you ready to go? And what were you thinking about?" She asked. I could tell she was suspicious.

"Yeah. And just about all the hot guys we're gonna meet tonight!" I covered. She narrowed her eyes, but I knew that she didn't want to argue about it.

"Well let's go then!" She said impatiently. I grabbed my purse, Patrick's spare key, and we headed for the door. We opened it, only to see Patrick standing there, about to try and unlock the door.

"Well, well, well. You two look awfully nice for a girl's night in." He observed. Shit.

Notes

Bad title name, I know. And another flashback! This is the other thing Peyton and Patrick were talking about in the second chapter. Well anyways, please give me feedback! Thanks for reading! <3