Teenage Dirtbag

Ch 34: Don't Hate Me

Peyton pov:

I woke up in pain, my body lurching upwards to look around. I saw Kenji sitting in a chair beside me and Fallon off to my side, previously cuddling with me. Calming my racing heart I lay back down and feel Fallon move beside me.

"You're awake?" She asked groggily, sleep thick in her voice. I hummed and tried not to think about the pain too much.

"Sorry for coming over. I know you hate guests." I chuckled weakly and she shakes her head. Moving closer to me she gently places a hand on my face.

"I don't mind if it's you." She turned my head to look at her, a deep concern in her eyes.

"You don't mean that." I tried to brush her off but she stopped me, keeping my head tilted towards her.

"Of course I do. You had me worried, Peyton. You were all fucked up when you got here." She stroked her thumb over my bruised cheek, it didn't hurt, even if it did I wouldn't care.

"Maybe I should get fucked up more often." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, snuggling closer to me.

I weakly wrapped an arm around her side and kept her close, relishing in the warmth and comfort she offered. Her head laid on my chest as she used her free hand to play with my fingers. We talked in hushed whispers, It wasn't important but I loved every second of it.

She'd shush me if I started talking too loud or kept me down if I tried to move around. My stomach would flutter every time she laughed, her face burying in my neck to quiet herself. She'd play with my hair and tease me about the dumb stories I told her.

We stayed up most of the night, enjoying the moment we shared. There weren't parents or responsibilities to worry about or force us to be something we weren't. There was no pressure and no concern of what would happen later. All that mattered was now.

All there was was Peyton and Fallon…

My high crashed long ago but it didn't feel like it, I was high off her and off her laugh. Nothing compared to being in the moment with Fallon, sharing ourselves in a vulnerable moment. I held her and she cradled me, soothing not only my mind but my soul in a way she didn't know.

We laid on our sides, staring into the other's eyes. There were no words, just her and I in a shared moment. I wiped a tear that slipped from her eye, a thousand words said in one action.

I could see the weak resolve and self hatred deep in her, the fear and sadness she showed made me feel for her. I knew all too well, I knew what she was going through even if she didn't say it.

"I don't want anyone else to have you." I whispered, stroking my fingers over her cheek.

"Neither do I…" Her eyes were full of pain, a shaky breath leaving her lips.

"You don't understand how much I care for you Fallon… it's self-destructive." She nodded and leaned herself in, capturing my lips in a confused kiss.

It made my mind mellow out and the pain from my body subside. I love her and it hurts how much I do. I savored the kiss, I savored every kiss she gave me, craving more even as I kissed her.

It wasn't rushed or lustful, it was slow and filled with emotion. I could feel her, I could feel what she poured into the kiss. My heart was aching to make her mine and only mine. Pulling away she stayed close, her head moving to bury itself in my neck.