You and I

Chapter 28

Rowan POV

I heard a knock I'm my balcony door, but didn't know if I wanted to answer. If it was Peyton out there, waiting for me to forgive him, that wasn't happening. And I really didn't feel like talking. But then again, maybe it wasn't Peyton. Maybe it's Sabrina? I mean she does frequently come into my house that way and I did text her about what happened.

I went to the door and opened it. No one was there. Was I just ding-dong-ditched on my balcony door?

Then I looked on my chair and saw a letter. What's that?

I walked over and sat down in the chair. I opened the letter and read:

"Dear Rowan,
I know I'm the last person you want to hear from right now, but I have to explain my self. Aniah, the blonde, used to be my girlfriend. But then one day she moved and never spoke to me again, no matter how many times I contacted her. So then I gave up. Three years later she just pops up and thinks we were still together. After you left, I explained to her how shallow she was being, expecting me to drop everything and run off with her. Then she stormed
off. I think she's gone for good. But you have to believe me, I have no feelings for her.  I have no feelings for anyone else but you. Because Row, I love you. I love you with everything in me. And nothing and no one can get between us. And I hope you never forget that.
                                              Love, Peyton.

Oooooooh Peyton. Now I feel like such a jerk. I should've known Peyton wouldn't cheat on me. I had to talk to him.

I went back into my room and put my letter on my desk. Then I ran downstairs.

"Hey mom?" I said.

"Yeah sweetie?"

"I'm going over to Peyton's. I'll be back later. Bye, love you." I waved goodbye.

"Love you too." She answered.

I ran outside and hopped onto my bike. I rode past the park where Peyton attempted to teach me how to play football, past little old Mrs. Graham's house where Peyton and I fixed up her greenhouse, and past Sycamore Lane, where me and Peyton used to meet up on our bikes.

I smiled to myself at the thought of all our memories. It made me pedal faster.

Once I was at Peyton's, I was totally soaked. Probably should've brought an umbrella.

I thought it would be messy to go inside and track water everywhere, so I had an idea.

I found a little pebble and threw it a Peyton's window. After a few seconds, his head stuck out.

"Hey. I know that, traditionally, the girl is the one in her room, and the boy is the one throwing the pebble. But our relationship has never been traditional." I said looking up at him.

He smiled then put his head back in and shut the window.

It took me a few seconds to realize he was coming down to meet me.

The front door opened and Peyton walked up to me.

"Got me letter?" He said smiling.

"I did."

"And did it work?" He asked.

"Like a charm. Listen, Peyton, I'm sorry. I should've known you would ever do something to me like this. And I should've given you a chance to explain yourself." I said.