All Grown Up

3

~A Week Later~

Peyton's POV

I laid my head on my brother's shoulder, smiling. "Happy birthday."

"I would say the same but I think I'll wait a minute and thirty seconds." He chuckled and I scoffed, hitting his arm. "Ouch! Fine! Happy birthday!" He rubbed his arm and looked at me. "That hurt."

"You'll get over it." I got up and walked back to my room where my mom and Aunt Keisha were. "Aunt KiKi!" I hugged her and sat on my bed.

"Happy birthday." She smiled and I looked at the dress hanging on the back of my door.

"Believe it or not, when you told us to pick one for you I did not expect Liam to pick this one."

"Are we talking about a different person or my dad?" I looked at my mom and the door opened. "Daddy did you pick my dress or mom?"

"I did." My jaw dropped. "What?"

"Well it's strapless, fitted, and short. Not to mention I have curves like mom and a bunch of Logan's friends are coming."

"I know." He took the dress and looked at it. "I think you're going to look beautiful. Besides, you're growing up so I need to stop treating you like I did when you were 3." I smiled.

"Thank you." He nodded and walked out. "Time to get ready." I walked to the bathroom and took a shower. Once I got out, I dried off and shimmied into the dress. I dried my hair and heard a loud knock on the door.

"Pey hurry up!!" Logan hit the door again and I rolled my eyes, opening the door.

"Go." I brushed past him and walked to my room. "Let me guess. Hair?" I pointed to Aunt Keisha, "And makeup?" I pointed to my mom.

"You got it. Sit." I pressed shuffle, put my phone in the dock and sat down.

Logan's POV

I walked out of my room and knocked on Peyton's door. "Come in." I opened the door and saw mom and Aunt Keisha surrounding Peyton.

"Can I use the gel?" Mom handed me the jar and I walked to my parents' room. "Hello." I looked at my dad doing his hair in the mirror.

"Hey. What's up?" He looked at me and I pointed to my wet curls. "I can try."

"Okay." I sat down and dried my hair with the towel around my neck. He started gelling my hair down and and brushed it up into a quiff.

"The best I've ever done." I handed him the towel and got up looking at my hair.

"Thanks dad." I grabbed the gel and walked back to Peyton's room. "Woah. Is that my sister or a model?" I sat the gel down and walked over to her.

"Your dad did this didn't he?" Mom smiled, putting hairspray on it.

"Yeah. I was going to ask you but you were doing Peyton's makeup." I looked at my little sister and smiled. "You look great Pey."

"Thanks."

"Alright. Let's go!" We walked out of Peyton's room and dad looked at Peyton and I. "You both look nice." I smiled and fixed my blazer.

"They're growing up pretty fast." Mom walked around us and stood beside him. "Let's go." We walked downstairs and outside. "We figured you should arrive to your party in style." I looked at Peyton and back at the limousine. They got in dad's car and left. Pey and I got in the limo and the driver pulled off.

We arrived at the club and The door opened. Camera flashes went off everywhere. I got out and helped my sister. I grabbed her hand and we walked in smiling for the paps. We walked in and everyone cheered. Peyton and I parted ways and I walked over to my friends.

"Happy birthday mate." I sat beside Jake and Amira.

"Thanks. No Greyson?" I looked around for him and Jake shook his head.

"He said he had to work but he left you and Peyton gifts." I nodded and got up. I walked to the drink table and grabbed a cup of punch.

"Hi there." I turned and looked and Taylor.

"H-hey." Yep I stuttered. "Having fun?" I drank my punch hoping she'd walk away before I embarrass myself even more.

"Yeah." She smiled and looked around. "Wanna dance?"

"Sure." She grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.

Peyton's POV

I sat with Jack, Amira, and Cameron, sipping my punch when I noticed Logan dancing with Taylor. I kept watching and they soon kissed. "Oh my god Pey!"

"I can see him Mimi!" They kept kissing and I laughed. They pulled away and walked over to the table, us cheering. "So is this finally a thing now?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He sat beside me.

"We saw you two over there. Meghan Trainor's lips weren't the only ones moving." We laughed then the music stopped. A spotlight came on and moved closer to the table. Our parents appeared with a huge cake.

"Happy birthday guys." Logan smiled at me and we blew out the candles. Everyone cheered and I grabbed a cupcake. I sat down, eating my cupcake.

~Hours Later~

Logan and I walked out through the crowd of paps and got in the limo. "This had to be the birthday party ever."

"Yeah." We got home and mom and dad were taking presents inside. "You go inside mom, I'll help him." She carried the stack of boxes inside and I grabbed some bags and boxes.

"Enjoy the party?" I looked at my dad, grabbing the rest of the bags and closing the door.

"Yeah it was great!" We walked inside and I sat beside my mom.

"We saw you with that girl." Peyton snickered and walked upstairs. "Was that the infamous Taylor?"

"Yeah. I asked her out." I smiled. Peyton came back down wearing a onesie and her hair was pulled back.

"This is so much. We're going to be up for hours." She sat on the floor and started pulling gifts out of the pile. She made two piles and looked up at me. "That one's yours and this one's mine." I sat near the pile.

"My friend Greyson got you one too."

"Greyson? I've never met him." I pulled boxes off my pile and opened them.

"I know." I pulled my gift from Greyson off the dwindling pile and opened it.

"Oh my god!" I looked up at Peyton. "Your friend gave me a £200 gift card! And a necklace."

"He asked me what he should give you and I didn't know what to tell him. I didn't know he'd give you so much money." I went back to opening my presents. We finished and I carried my stuff to my room. I changed and jumped in my bed, falling asleep.