Peyton's POV:
I got Rowan in my car. She was laying on the backseats. The ride was quiet and every few seconds, I was see the street lights shine on her face.
Everything was so peaceful. The drive to set wasn't far. We got there. I picked up Rowan again and walked into set. Her dressing room wasn't far.
The room was cold when we entered the room. I set her in the bed. She is so perfect.
There was an extra blanket in the room so I took it and layed on the couch. I had to take off my shirt like every night.
It was dark but I noticed Rowan move around. She got up. What is she doing? Rowan looked really tired.
She got on the couch with me she snuggled up with me so tightly.
"Peyton..."
"Yes?" I said.
"Your so comfortable," I laughed a little and held onto her more.
"I wish it could be like this forever," I mumbled.
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I woke up. It wasn't morning yet. I checked my phone. 3 in the morning.
Argh. My mom texted me wondering where I was.
Rowan was still asleep so I tried to get up. It failed which woke her up. She looked really tired and stretched.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
Rowan's POV:
I'm really tired, "What are you doing?" I asked Peyton as he was putting on his shirt.
"Just go back to bed," he answered in his calming voice planting a kiss on my head.
Peyton walked out leaving me confused. I walked out of my dressing room and looked for him.
He quickly noticed me,"Rowan go back to bed."
"Why? Where are you going? It's three in the morning." I tried to convince him to answer me.
"It's nothing. I'm fine. But you, you're tired. Get some sleep."
He put his hand on my cheek. I pulled away and said," No! Tell me what's wrong."
"I have to go..." he said quietly.
"Where!" I yelled.
"It doesn't matter," he started making me irritated," Go back to your room and go to bed!"
Peyton yelled at me. AGAIN. It hurts. Why do I just let him get away with this?
I looked down. A door opened to my right.
"Woah what's going on?" It was Jake. He is on the same set with us so we have close rooms.
"Rowan is going to bed and I'm-"
"NO!" I yelled and ran off crying.
Jake's POV:
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My dream of counting sheep was interrupted by yelling. Urgh, I tried to ignore it by covering my face with pillows.
It didn't help.
I put on my pants (Yes I sleep without pants...) and grabbed my IPhone. Opening the door I saw Peyton and a girl.
Another girl. He was always the player. This girl had brown hair. I couldn't see her face because her hair was in the way.
They need to keep it down before they wake up Rowan. Her room is like RIGHT there.
"Woah what's going on?" I said looking at Peyton. The girl looked up then down. I didn't get a good look at her.
Peyton mumbled a name before saying,"...Is going to sleep and I'm-" Peyton started.
The girl yelled, "NO!"
I was fianlly able to get a good look. It was Rowan.
She ran away crying.
Rowan.
"WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?!" I yelled as loud as I could. I love Rowan and Peyton made her sad.
"I need to go," Peyton said running off. It wasn't even after Rowan. He took a back door.
I ran after where Rowan was. I didn't see her.
"Rowan...?" I hollered. There was crying coming from the women's bathroom.
"Go away," she tired yelling but the sobs stopped her.
"Rowan it's me. Jake."
"Go away Jake," she said still sobbing.
"Come out now or I'm going in," I don't care if I have to go in a women's bathroom to help a friend.
"No." she simply said.
"Fine, Have it your way," I walked in.
"GET OUT YOU PERV!" she yelled.
"Whatever Row. Just come out!"She didn't answer. I banged on her stall door.
"Go away Jake."
"Okay, at least I tried to help. I'll be outside of the bathroom if you want to talk," I walked out and sat down by the door.
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It was dark. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket.
4:30 and Rowan still hasn't came out. My eyelids became heavy and my head drooping.
I've been up for a hour and a half.
The door creaked and there was footsteps. I was to tired to open my eyes. The shadow was getting closer.
"Rowan?"
"Yes Jake?"
"Come here," I said before she jumped into my arms. Awkwardly patting her back."Your okay. Everything's going to be okay."
"You always know what to say."
