Love Is Stupid, Love Is Kind

Chapter 11: "Up here, it's not so pretty..."

Chapter 11

Lana

"You love something you can't have?"

I gulped, not wanting to know what he meant.

Please, PLEASE, don't say me.

"I love sarcasm. I love the passion for writing. I love every single fucking issue. I love it all."

Oh thank the lord!

"I love all that too." I managed to say after I mentally let out a sigh of relief. But then something strange overcame me. Like a sense of disappointment.

Did I want Peyton to say he loved me?
What the hell am I thinking?
No Lana. You stop this right now.

The sun started to set and we talked for a little more before we decided to head back to our mess of lives.

"Thank you Lana." Peyton said as he hopped back into his shiny SUV.

"For what? Letting a little emotion flow? It was my pleasure Peyton."

We drove in that comfortable silence everyone longs for for awhile. Peyton and I weren't exactly the people that were crazy in the car. We liked the silence.

"I'm extremely stressed out." He said, randomly.

"I feel it. I'm surprised you can sleep at night."

"How are you still functioning is the question. You literally sleep like 2 hours a day."

"I've practically become immune to my insomnia. The night is peaceful, I like it."

"But don't you just want to sleep sometimes? Sleeping is peaceful too you know."

I laughed out loud. Maybe a little too loud because he looked at me like I was a wild hyena.

"Sleeping is only peaceful when you have peaceful thoughts," I tapped my brain, being sure to keep my eyes on the road.

"Up here, it's not so pretty. Which equals very little sleep. You catch my drift?"

"The only drift I'm catching is craziness." I laughed a loud laugh again and he just looked at me again.

"You're insane."

"Welcome to my world Hun."

"I don't like it in your world. Can I leave?" Peyton joked, adjusting his broken arm in the process.

"NO. YOU MAY NEVER TURN BACK. MUAHAHA."

"Oh lord, please pull over so I can get out of this crazy atmosphere."

"You may never see daylight again." I joked.

It got silent again and I sighed softly.

I looked over at the beautiful broken boy sitting next to me. He stared out the window, biting at the skin on his lip, a sign of anxiety. Oh this broken boy. How I wish I could pick up the pieces and miserably fail at placing them back into the correct places.

Peyton's phone rang and he looked at it in a panic.

"Hello?"