Shut your mouth
Try not to panic
Just shut your mouth
If you can do it
Shut your mouth
Try not to panic
Just shut your mouth
If you can do it
Just shut your mouth
Shut Your Mouth ~ Garbage
This chapter is dedicated to my good friend Haleigh. I'd be lost without you. Xxx
Rosie's POV
"Who are you calling?" Blake asked as I picked up my phone.
I just looked at him.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"Seeing as though you have to know everything, I'm calling Peyton."
"What for?"
I looked at him again and raised my eyebrows.
"Sorry." He mumbled again.
"Now shush." I told him, dialing her number.
It started ringing and I looked at Blake, daring him to speak.
I desperately wanted to speak to Peyton, to find out how her talk with Matthew went yesterday. I was dying to know what had happened.
"Hello." She answered.
"Hey gorgeous."
"Rosie, hi." She sounded so much better.
"How are you feeling today?" I asked her.
"Much better today. I had a good nights sleep last night and it's made a huge difference."
I heard someone talking in the background.
"Hang on a sec Rosie." She told me and I could hear her cover the mouthpiece of the phone.
"I think Matt's there." I hissed at Blake.
"Huh?"
I threw a cushion at him. He was so bloody slow.
"Sorry Rosie." She said coming back on the line. "Do you and Blake want to come over for dinner tonight?"
"Of course we do." I told her.
"What?" Blake asked and I looked at him again, daring him to speak.
"Great say around five?"
"Sounds perfect." I told her. "Will um, will Matt be there."
She sighed, but it was a good sigh. "He will."
"Oh that's great Peyton." I said, trying to hide my excitement. "See you soon."
"Oh my gosh." I squeaked, hanging up.
"What?"
"Can you say anything else?" I asked Blake. "Go shower, we're going out."
"But..."
"Don't but me."
"Fine." He grumbled heading up to the shower.
I was busting to get to Peytons. I wanted to know everything.
"Hurry up." I called to Blake, walking into the bathroom.
"Christ Rosie." He snapped.
"I beg your pardon?" I asked, opening the shower door.
"Nothing." He mumbled.
I smiled, looking him up and down. I decided to get in with him.
I pulled off my clothes, climbing in.
"Hi." I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Blake and I didn't always see eye to eye, but he was my big teddy bear and I loved him more than anything.
He smiled, kissing me softly.
Well I won't go into all the details but we arrived at Peytons a little later than planned.
"So." Blake asked as we pulled up out the front of Peytons. "Are they together?"
"I think so."
"Is that a good idea?"
"Now listen." I said, leaning towards him. "They're adults, let them run their lives and for fuck sake Blake don't say anything like that in front of them."
"Okay okay." He mumbled.
"Good. Now kiss me you dumb shit."
And he did. I closed my eye's, enjoying it, he didn't kiss me enough but it was time that changed, as much as he annoyed me, I loved the big dummy.
"Come on." I said getting out.
As we walked up the path I grabbed Blakes hand, he looked a little shocked and I looked at him, daring him to say something.
"Hey." Matt said opening the door.
Gosh, he looked so happy and as we walked into the living room I was glad to see Peyton looked just as happy.
"Beer?" Matt asked Blake.
Blake looked at me and I nodded slightly, of course he could have a beer.
They walked into the kitchen and I sat down next to Peyton.
"Well?" I asked.
She smiled. "Well."
"Are you, you know, together?"
She nodded smiling.
"Do you want a drink?" Matt asked, popping his head in.
"Soda." I told him quickly.
He disappeared and I looked back at Peyton. "Well?"
"Well what." She smiled. "We talked yesterday, he stayed the night."
"He stayed the night." I gasped. "You slut."
"Rosie, look at me. Do I look like I'm capable of having sex?"
"Yeah true." I said, remembering the bruises I saw all over her yesterday.
"Although I am feeling much better today." She grinned.
Before I could reply Blake and Matt came back in. Matt sat next to Peyton and Blake hesitated, not sure where to sit. He sat next to me.
I looked at him and raised my eyebrows and he slipped his arm around my shoulders.
I leant back onto him, getting comfortable, I may be gruff sometimes but I still liked the feeling of my mans arms around me.
I looked at Peyton, that cheeky wench, then I looked at Matt and Blake, silently willing them to piss off again.
I wanted details and I wanted them now.
