guardian angel (completed)

honest words are spoken when drunk

"Andrew, you're drunk."

"no," i slurred.

"you are."

"oh Peyton, Peyton, Peyton. you innocent little thing." i chuckled.

"Andrew."

"you may think you love Ryder, that fucking bastard, but reality check, my dear."

she sighs. "Andrew, stop drinking."

"it's yummy!" i exclaimed.

"Andrew, please."

"he doesn't love you, you know that?" i said and looked dead straight into her eye.

"he does."

"no!" i shouted. "no, no, no, no, no. he doesn't love you like i do."