Unknown Number; 𝐐. 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

TWENTY-ONE

Peyton was sitting on the couch in her apartment, scrolling through Instagram while the tv was playing a Marvel movie in the background. A knock came from the door. She got up and walked up to the door, pulling it open. Quinn stood on the other side, holding a jersey and a hoodie in his one hand.

"Hi," Peyton smiled, stepping aside to let him in.

"Hi," he smiled back, stepping inside. "I come bearing gifts."

He held out the articles of clothing, Peyton gladly excepting them. She placed the jersey on the kitchen island, taking the hoodie and pulling it over her body. She was cold and she was about to go get one of her own, but he showed with his so it was a win-win for her. It was quite big on her, considering Quinn was 5'10 and she was 5'1. Quinn laughing at how big his hoodie was on her, also marvelling over how good she looked wearing it.

"What?" Peyton asked, confused as to why he was laughing. "I was cold."

Quinn laughed a little more. "Sure you were."

"I was!"

This time, both of them were laughing. Peyton was laughing in embarrassment, while Quinn was laughing at her embarrassment. When the laughing fit was over, they just stared into each other's eyes. Quinn took a step towards Peyton, placing a hand on her cheek. Quinn dipped his head down, connecting their lips. Peyton placed her hand on the side of his neck.

As the kiss grew more heated, Quinn slowly took a step backwards, moving Peyton backwards until her back his the kitchen island. Peyton put a hand on his side, dragging it across his back, then up his chest. Quinn's hand gripped her waist and pulled her closer to him — if that were possible — her back arching off the island. They were so caught up in the moment that they didn't notice the sound of the front door opening and closing.

"Ew, no, not in common areas of the apartment,"

They pulled away from the kiss, Quinn moving to Peyton's side and draping an arm around her shoulder.

"Sorry, Bray," Peyton put her arm around Quinn's back. "We'll go back to my room, now."

"No!" Brayden exclaimed. "Not while I'm home."

"You're welcome to leave," Peyton grabbed Quinn's hand, gently pulling him back the hallway towards her room.

"I'll do that," Brayden said. "I'll be at Amelia's."

"See you later!" Peyton said as she reached her bedroom door. She reached out and pushed it open. The second the door closed, Quinn's lips were back on hers.

"I have 20 minutes until I have to be at practice," Quinn told her after looking at the digital clock on her nightstand. "Think we can be done in time?"

"Is that a challenge?" Peyton raised an eyebrow. "Cause if it is, we're losing time on completing it."

Quinn lightly chuckled, then leaned down and connected their lips once again. He put both his hands on her hips, guiding her to her bed.

Peyton laid alone in her bed. Quinn had to leave for practice five minutes after they were finished. He had promised to come back and cuddle after practice. Nearly two and a half hours passed and he had yet to come back. She knew that practice's can take awhile, but she wanted cuddles and she wanted them soon.

A knock came from her bedroom door. She said a small 'come in' to whoever was on the other side. Quinn opened the door and came through, gently closing it behind him. Peyton smiled at him.

"I was starting to think that you forgot about me," Peyton joked, sitting up and watching him walk over to the other side of her bed.

"How could I forget about my amazing, beautiful girlfriend," Quinn placed a kiss to Peyton's forehead then sat down next to her, completely unaware that Peyton had completely frozen. He only noticed when he looked at her a few seconds later. "What? What's wrong?"

"You called me your girlfriend," Peyton said, still frozen in place.

"I'm sorry, I just thought—" Quinn cut himself off with a shake of his head. "If you don't want to be my girlfriend that's okay but—"

"No, no, no, I want to it just—" Peyton cut herself off and took a deep breath. "It just caught me off guard."

"Well, in that case, I wanted to do this under more romantic terms but," Quinn took a breath. "Peyton, will you be my girlfriend?"

Peyton smiled brightly. "Yes, I will be your girlfriend, Quinny."

Quinn's smile soon matched hers. He brought a hand to her cheek and leaned in for a kiss. The two both couldn't stop smiling through the kiss. Peyton was over the moon. She had never loved anyone like this — not even Damien.

NOTE FROM ELLE
My babies are officially
a couple!!!

Also, dad Jack fanfic
is posted. It's called
'My Wish'