Unknown Number; 𝐐. 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

TWELVE

What the hell does it's not 'fancy fancy' mean?

Peyton couldn't quite figure that one out. It was the next day — a beautiful Saturday —and Peyton had no idea what to wear or to do with her hair and makeup. It was 6:30, meaning she had an hour to figure this thing out.

MESSAGES WITH 'WIFE💞'

What does "it's not
fancy fancy" mean?

Wife💞
Like outfit wise
Or hair and makeup

All of the above

Wife💞
Outfit should probably
be a causal flowy dress
Maybe straight hair and
light makeup
Wait
Why are you asking?

I'm going on a date

Wife💞
With the same guy
from Thursday?

Yeah
I'll update you
when the date is
over

Wife💞
Good

Peyton put her phone down and walked up to her closet. Her eyes scanned the row of dresses she had. Her eyes landed on a baby pink tank dress.

MESSAGES WITH 'QUINN🫶'

Is it socially acceptable
for me to wear baby
pink?

Quinn🫶
It was socially
acceptable for
a guy to come
in looking like
a highlighter so
I assume baby
pink is allowed

Peyton smiled and pulled the dress out, grabbing a pair of shorts to wear under it. She quickly got changed and did her hair and makeup. By the time she was done it was 7:15.

She walked out into the living room and slipped on her white converse and laced them, before sitting on the couch to wait.

Five minutes later, she got a text from Quinn letting her know he was there. She locked her apartment door and made her way down to the parking lot. She quickly found Quinn's car and climbed in.

"Hey," Peyton smiled, putting her seatbelt on.

"Hey," Quinn smiled over at the girl. "You look beautiful."

Peyton's face began to heat up as she bit her lip to suppress her smile, failing miserably.

"Thank you," she said. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Quinn smiled, then put the vehicle into drive. The ride was quiet, the only sound being heard was Frank Ocean's 'White Ferrari', per Peyton's request.

Quinn looked at Peyton through the corner of his eye. She had her head resting against the window, watching the scenery fly past. He quickly turned his head back to the road, not wanting to get in an accident.

He took his hand that rested on the gearshift off and moved it to her thigh, just above her knee, careful not to overstep.

Peyton smiled at the feeling of his hand on her thigh. She felt electricity every time he touched her. It didn't matter if it was a quick touch like a brush of the hand like the other day, or if it was a hand on the thigh like right now.

She put her hand on top of his, and for a minute, Quinn thought she was gonna take his hand off, but she did the opposite. She slid his hand up to her mid thigh and let her hand rest on top of his. Both of them were smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

NOTE FROM ELLE

I have no motivation to
write a whole date chapter
so next chapter will be after
the date