Take This To Your Grave

Dance, Dance

"It's so insanely crazy here." I told Patrick over Skype.  "They gave me a car, an apartment, which may I say is huge and they gave me a credit card, with a million dollar limit!" I said sitting on the couch in the apartment living room.
"Im so glad you're happy." He said kissing the phone screen.
"I miss seeing you when you get home, I don't know what to do when I come home to an empty house." I told him. He pouted.
"I love you, Rosy Cheeks." He said. "But I have to go to the studio." He said I frowned felt my heart break.
"Alright, I love you my adorable Trick." I said into the computer screen.
"And I love you." He said hanging up. I sighed and decided to do some grocery shopping.

"Thank you for shopping at Target." The woman at the register said ringing up my things. She rang everything up and I took the bags to my car.
"Hey you need some help?" I heard beside me. I looked over and saw Brendon.
"Hey!" I said unlocking my car and pushing my cart against the back,  freeing my hands to hug him.
"Long time no see." He said. "What are you doing in LA?" He asked.
"I live here now, I work for Euphoria magazine." I told him.
"Wow, that's great." He said.
"Seriously though let me help." He said opening the hatch and loading in bags for me. "So what about you and old Pattyboy?" Brendon asked.
"Well we're together now and he's going on tour." I told him.
"That's crazy." He said.
"The band and I are actually going to a party tonight. Care to join?" He asked.
"That would be cool, a nice way to welcome me to the town." I said laughing.
"Here's my number, text me when you get home and i'll give you details." He said asking for my phone. I handed it to him and he put in his number.
"I'll see you later." He said walking towards the store. I got in my car and drove back to my apartment and began putting away my groceries. I decided to text Brendon.

Text to Brendon
Hey, its Peyton.

Text from Brendon
Hey!! You want me to give you a ride to that party?!

Text to Brendon
That would be awesome, what time would you be here?

Text from Brendon
Around 7:30?

Text to Brendon
Alrighty see you soon!! :)

I gave him my address and went to my room and changed into a pair of tight skinny jeans with a hole in the knee and a white t-shirt. I curled the ends of my hair and did some makeup, and then put on black heels. I don't ever get to wear heels, Patrick would look like a child. I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in." I said. Brendon walked in and looked around.
"Its nice." He said.
"Right?" I said closing the bathroom door. I grabbed my clutch.
"You look nice." He said. I smiled and we left.
At the party*
"Here you go." Brendon said handing me a martini. I drank on it and talked to Brendon and Spencer.
"So, your new job might involve you talking to us one day." Brendon said.
"Yeah, you guys and and maybe Fall out boy." I told them. They nodded.
I drank down a shot, this was probably my 10th shot.
"Ew." I said swallowing hard. I started to grab Brendon by the arm. "Lets hiccup* dance. I said pulling him onto the dance floor. I grinded and pressed my body on Brendon.
"Lets get out of here?" He asked. I nodded and we got into Brendon car, driving back to my apartment.
We were sitting down on my couch, sloppily talking to each other. Brendon started to lean in, and me in my drunk state of mind leaned in too. When we were in a heated make out session something sobered me up.
"Fuck!" I yelled standing up and shaking my head. "Brendon, patrick." I said sitting down and putting putting my head in my hands, crying. I fucked up and I've only been here a day.
"Oh, shit." He slurred. "Hey, its okay we just won't ever speak of this again. You probably won't remember in the morning anyway." He said. I nodded.
"You should probably leave." I told him. He nodded and left me in my poison thoughts. I took a shower and ate and then managed to get to sleep. I dont want to remember what happened. I don't want to kiss anyone other than Patrick ever again.

A/N So Brendon just swooped the fuck in didn't he haha. So Peyton just fucked up. This physically hurt me to write to be honest.