Beautiful Fuck Ups

The Dog House - Greyson and Peyton

Greyson's POV

I winced as a sharp pain shot up my side, forcing me into a labored half limp. Even all bandaged up it was still hard to drag myself down the darkness of the empty road. The boys had definitely been on tonight. I felt my lips pull back into a smirk as I put pressure on the gash in my side. Fuckers hadn't gotten me that good in a long time.

It was probably the best fight we've had in months... how the hell was I gonna get away with this one... at the very least I nearly clawed those bastards to ribbons so I'd guess they've all been limping home just the same.

Lifting my arm I glanced at the leather cuff of a watch that adorned my wrist. 2:57... I closed my eyes and let out a short disheartened breath as the gravity of what that meant finally overpowered the resonating bliss of the night. "Shit..." I cursed, wiping my face with both hands. I was supposed to be back by one, and I just knew she wasn't going to take too kindly to my tardiness. I was getting locked out tonight. Again.

I whipped out my phone to check my messages. Nothing. At all. Not one "Where the fuck are you!?" Or even a single "Couch." Which in its simplicity has become my favorite angry girlfriend text.

She was royally pissed off.

I stopped hobbling along and and began to check my clothes for dirt and blood under a familiar lamppost, the rusty Victorian style lamppost that stood just outside our building. I was more or less clean and nothing had soaked through my bandages so I deemed it safe to go inside... safe being a relative term but I went inside anyway.

After a short elevator ride and a trip down the buildings horrifically 'decorated' halls, I was at our apartment door.

I gave three small knocks before attempting to twist the handle, which to my surprise turned and opened without issue. "Peyton?..." I called in a whisper, as I carefully tiptoed inside the darkened living room. For a short moment I figured maybe she wasn't as mad as I thought, or had just forgotten about the little curfew she gave me and gone to sleep.

Easing the door shut as quietly as I could behind me I took a step towards the bedroom. My foot didn't even make it to the ground before the lamp next to the couch flipped on, illuminating the fiery blonde that was my oh so lovely Peyton.

I cringed.

She sat there, arms crossed head to toe in black lace lingerie, eyes darkened by sharp winged liner and heavy shadow. "Grey..." Peyton cooed. Which she never does, 'coo' I mean, not seriously anyway. Dragging out her voice so dramatically was different and mildly unsettling. Almost more frightening than her screaming at me.

"What's the matter tough guy?"
She pouted, icy blue eyes flashing as she noticed my confusion. "Auuhh...." I stammered as she made her way over with a crooked smile.

I couldn't help but sweat a little as she began to trace the shapes on my chest with her finger. Or at least that's what I thought she was doing, "Peyton what are you-!?" And with that she found the outline of my bandage. "There it is!" She chuckled, WHAM!

She'd drove her fist straight into the center of the gash through my clothing. Hard.

"GuAH!" I yelped in pain and staggered forwards, nearly toppling to the ground. "I hope you enjoyed being beaten with a crowbar or whatever the fuck it was this time Grey!" She hissed, that was the Peyton I knew... "Because I'm gonna look damn fucking good all fucking night and if you even so much as touch me I will nuder you with a melon baller!"

I knew she was dead serious too, she had one in the kitchen.

"Couch. Now." She snapped before storming into the bedroom and slamming the door. "Did you really wait there for hours in the dark just so that you could tease and gut me!?" I complained, "You bet your ass I did!" Came her muffled shout from inside. After an extended pause I opened my mouth to speak, "...I love you..." I rasped after coughing a few times, I tried to play it up a bit too, so that she'd forgive me faster. I knew she heard but was way too stubborn to answer. I thought about maybe bringing her roses next time, because that punch hurt like hell and the lingerie thing was just down right cruel... she knows I love lace...

"Yeah... roses... remember the roses..." I murmured to myself as I slumped down and curled up for another night on that tiny red couch. "Or maybe a shiny new melon baller..."

• ○ ● ♤ ● ○ •

This is really short compared to what I'm used to writing but I don't really want to go into too much detail until everyone has their characters established, but you did get to meet my main two ~ Greyson and Peyton, and I'm very exited to continue on with both of them as well as Enoch, Quiet and whatever twisted characters Harley comes up with.
This is gonna get dark fast.

Take care guys,

Ember.