nineteen

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Peep's POV

I held her for like an hour. We just sat there on the mattress on the floor and I let her cry to me. It broke my fucking heart. She shouldn't have to feel unsafe. Especially when she's with me. I'm fucking mad at myself for not going with her when she said she felt sick. I knew something was off. I'm not letting her out of my sight again. Not when we're out like that.

I didn't tell her the full extent of what happened tonight between me and her scum bag ex. I don't want her to have any more anxiety than she already does. All I know is he'd be fucking dumb to try anything ever again. Real fucking dumb.

I gave her one of my xans to relax her, i'm surprised she didn't fall asleep. It calmed her down a lot though. Her speech was slightly slurred but nothing crazy.

"Can we go see Trav and Tracy" she mumbles eventually. "Sure boo" I tell her, helping her up. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying. Her hair is slightly tangled and she somehow looks so beautiful to me. She's in my hellboy t shirt I changed her into when me and the guys got her home. It was huge on her but she looked adorable. I take her into the living room where the other guys are.

"How you feelin B?" Tracy says as we enter. "I'm okay" she says. "I just wanna get high" she adds with a chuckle. Shit I could use something right now. I sit down and start rolling us a fat ass blunt. Blue is on the couch talking to Tracy and Travis. There's still loud as fuck music and random ass people everywhere. I'm just tryna block them out. I wish I lived somewhere with more fucking privacy sometimes.

"Hey" I hear a voice coming from behind me. Then I see her sit down across from me at the table. Fucking hell man. The last thing I needed right now was to see her. This bitch has me fucked up if she thinks this is the right time. "How you been?" Kayla asks.

Kayla has been hanging around me like a bad smell for weeks now. I don't know how to get rid of her. She just pops up where ever I go and bothers me. I know she wants my attention. But i'm not interested in her. I've never been into girls like her. Generic.

I try to look as disinterested as possible as I focus on rolling these blunts. "Aight" I respond. "Roll me one?" she asks. Who keeps letting this bitch in?? I'm not tryna spend any more time near her so I tell her it's Tracy's weed. "I got some shit to take care of but there's some papers if you know how to roll" I say, sliding the papers towards her, knowing damn well she wouldn't know. Her face drops. I wasn't tryna be disrespectful, but i'm focused on Blue right now. And Kayla never seems to get the hint.

I light my blunt as I stand up and pass her my spare lighter before I walk off, back over to where Blue was sitting on the couch. I hand her a nice fat blunt. I can feel Kayla watching me from the corner of my eye.

Blue seems to have cheered up a lot by now. She's giggling away as she attacks a bag of hot cheeto's. Trav and Tracy seem to have lightened her mood. She gets out of her spot between then and moves over to the couch I sat myself on. She rests her head on my shoulder. We smoke up. It's crazy how this house used to feel so chaotic but ever since she's been around these little moments somehow become so serene.

Like everything goes quiet, time stops and we're just in our own warm little world. Even if in reality trap music is blaring through the apartment and there's strangers and friends and drugs all over the place. She made it feel like home. But it wasn't the house, it was her.

"Peep?" she mumbles. I look into her big soft eyes. "I love you".

And everything was perfect again. In this moment I felt truly happy and at peace. That's something i've never really felt my whole life.