But... She's a girl. (A Peyton Meyer Love Story)

I Have to Talk to Her

*Alexandria's POV*

"The Peyton?" Dani asked and I shot her a look.

"What do you mean 'The Peyton?'" Peyton asked, "Do you talk about me Alex?" He followed up with and the boys all 'ooooooh'ed after. I shut my eyes for second before opening them and turning around to look at them.

"What? No. She just said 'The Peyton' because you're the Peyton Meyer, you know, from Girl Meets World. Duh." I say, mentally high-fiving myself for the save. I look to see if he bought it and realized a slight breath when he nodded.

"Right. Exactly... I'm Peyton from Girl Meets World." He says, seeming a little disappointed for some reason.

"Is that a bad thin—." I started to say before he gasped, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the dressing room. "Peyton, what the hell?" I said looking up at him before he shushed me.

I heard someone yell, "Yeah, people on twitter said they saw him walk in here!" to her friends. I looked at him, laughing a little.

"Are you hiding from your fans?" I asked.

"Yes." Peyton said, leaning against the door

"But why?" I asked

"I love them, I do. But fangirls are crazy... and that one is extra crazy." He told me and I nodded. It was silent after that. That is, until Jesse spoke.

"No, I can't hear anything." He said, whispering

"Maybe they're making out." Michael suggested.. I heard the girls 'oooh' and I rolled my eyes

"They better not be" Joe said after them.

"You guys know we can hear you right?" I reminded them and they all went quiet. "Yeah, now you have nothing to say." I added.

"And by the way, we were most definitely not making out." Peyton threw in. I just looked at him, mentally sighing.

All of a sudden, we heard footsteps approach us. My eyes got wider as I had no idea what to do. There wasn't even a bench I could get on top of to hide my feet. We panicked for a second as we heard 'Where's Peyton?'

"Uh, who?" Tyler said, trying to cover it up.

"Don't play dumb. I know you're his friends." The girl said to him. At that moment, Peyton came closer and picked me up, unexpectedly. He held me up at his waist, his hands rested on my butt.

"Hands!" I said instinctively, not even thinking of the consequences. I think I scared him a little when I said it. Peyton immediately moved his hands down to my thighs, bumping his elbow on the wall in the process.

"What was that?" The girl asked. No one answered.

"Um... That was just me in here, sorry. I was asking one of my friends to give me a hand with the zipper." I said, shutting my eyes as I speak.

"Oh I've got it." Joe said. I heard a light hit, and assumed it was someone holding him back.

I sigh and leaned into Peyton's ear, whispering "unzip my dress." I pulled back and he looked at me with his eyes slightly widened and I nodded, silently telling him it was okay. He nodded right after me, unzipping my dress slowly. I moved my hair to the side and mouthed, 'Up.' He nodded again and quickly zipped me back up, hard enough for the sound to be loud.

"No Worries. I got it." I called out. I heard her groan.

"Where is h—" She started, but Jamie cut her off.