Chapter 4

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Rowan POV

I woke up with my head resting on Peyton's chest. Then I remembered what happened last night: Peyton asked me out.

I mean, I never really thought of him that way, but now, I don't know how I didn't.

I sat up, trying not to wake anyone and went to the kitchen. I decided to make everyone breakfast because at every sleepover, someone has to and since I'm up, why not?

I brought out all the ingredients to make waffles. I knew where everything was because I had been to Peyton's house about a million times before.

Once I started mixing the ingredients together, I heard someone walk up behind me. It was Peyton.

"So, last night, you weren't just sleepy and didn't know what you were saying, right?"

I laughed. "No, I definitely knew what I was saying." I gave him a wink. "You gonna help me make these waffles or just stand there?" I said.

Peyton laughed and then said, "Well you're going to have to guide me through, step by step, because you know as much as I do that I'm a horrible baker."

I giggled then said, "Take a cup of that flour and pour it in this bowl." I said loudly.

"Ok ok I'm not deaf." We laughed.

After the waffles were made, we set everyone's plate out and then Peyton and I made a plan to wake Sabrina and Corey up.

We creeped up on the couch because the two of them were lying on the floor at the bottom of the couch. We put our hands down and flicked their foreheads.

"Ouch!!!" Sabrina screamed, sitting up.

"Geez guys, ever heard of a light nudge?" Corey said, stretching.

I laughed. "We made waffles. They're in the kitchen. Getting cold!!!"

"Ok mom." Sabrina said. Then looked at me and we both laughed.

All four of us went into the kitchen and sat on the bar stools: Peyton on my left, Sabrina on my right, and Corey next to her.

"So how do they taste? If it's bad, that's Peyton's fault." I said.

"Heeeyyyy!? I put a lot of effort into these." He took a bite, the first bite of the four of us. Then he spit it out. "Ok I might have confused the salt with the sugar?"

"Peyton!!??" We all screamed.

"Sorry?" Then we all burst out laughing. He was so cute.

"Fine, I'll take us all to Starbucks." He offered.

"Ok, let's go change Rowan." Sabrina said.

Sabrina and I went upstairs to the bigger bathroom and changed. It was around summer time so we wore warm clothes: Sabrina in a navy blue romper and leather sanders and me in a red short sleeved crop top and high waited jean shorts and black Vans. We brushed our hair, both of ours very naturally curly today. Hey, we had to look our best, when your famous, you never know where a camera will be.

We walked downstairs to find the boys already changed and throwing away the waffles we had made.

"Ready to go?" I asked them.

Peyton looked up at me and then smiled. "Yup."

Once we got to Starbucks, Peyton and I had already ordered and Corey and Sabrina were ordering.

"So when should we tell them?" Peyton said.

"Well, we're not literally dating until tomorrow, so should we wait till then to tell them we are dating or tell them that we are going to go out on a date, now?" I said, fast.

Peyton laughed. "This is confusing. Oh well, it's worth it. Let's just tell them now, it's less complicated."

"Ok."

Sabrina and Corey walked over to the table with all our stuff.

"Hey, we have to tell you guys something." I started.

"That Peyton asked you out on a date?" Sabrina asked.

"What? How did you know?" I asked, confused.

"Corey told me." She answered, handing us our food and drinks.

"And how did you know Corey?" I asked.

Corey looked at Peyton.

"The truth is, Rowan, I've had a crush on you for a WHILE. And Corey knew. So last night, I told him I was gonna ask you out. And I guess he told Sabrina." Peyton explained.

"Oh." Then I thought it through. "Awwww..." I said.

Peyton laughed and then all four of us clinked our cups.

"As long as you don't steal my best friend away from me." Sabrina said to Peyton.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Peyton said, as he winked at me.

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