With All My Hearts (A Peyton Meyer Fanfic)

Chapter One

Peyton. Peyton Meyer. My facade, the face of my dreams, Peyton Meyer. The boy that I like-

Scratch that.

The boy that I love-

Too creepy.

The boy that I've been crushing on for two years. The perfect person, the perfect guy for me.

I don't know why I was writing this but I felt like getting out my emotions. Being a 16 year old girl with emotions can be the most dangerous thing. So I take it out in a safe way, as in writing in an old diary from when I was 7.

But Peyton would never notice me. I'm just a friend to him. Just a friend.

I shut my diary and stare at it. Then I tear out all the pages, try to erase everything in it, and rip it up in to pieces. You might say this was the unsafe part about this exercise.

I sigh, and lock the page less diary in my drawer with lots of other page less books. Peyton and I were good friends since we were 14. He and I met through my best friend Sabrina Carpenter who is one of the main characters on his show. I've always liked him but being part of the majority of teenage girls, I was to shy to tell him (and a round of applause to the minority of girls who can tell a boy she likes him).

As I stare at my locked drawer, I get a call from none other than Sabrina. I grin and pick up.

"Hello, it's me," Sabrina mocks.

"Hi," I say, giggling.

"So how's your day going?" she asks.

"Well I just tore up my diary again."

Sabrina was the only person in the whole entire world that knew I liked Peyton. Considering that I screenshotted every single text he sent to me. And we text a lot.

"C'mon kiddo, don't let a boy make you angry and frustrated enough to harm a poor book," Sabrina comforts.

"Ugh, I hate love! Who knew that me, Gwen Love, would have trouble finding love? I mean, it's in my name!" I get out.

"Awe. Well, maybe one day Peyton will see you for who you really are, Gwen Meyer."

I smile at her comment as my cheeks flush red.

"You're making me blush," I respond.

"You look cute when you blush. But anyway, I was thinking we can go to that cute French cafè by the corner tomorrow at 12 pm sharp?" she questions.

"Sure, well I got to go. Bye, love."

"Byeeee! I'll be dreaming of you."

With that, I hang up the phone. I turn on Marina And The Diamonds and read Seventeen magazine.

Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun
Cause baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run.
Rule number two...

Before I could finish, I heard a knock on the door. Now I was only in my Victoria Secret shorts, a tank top, and I had a black heart on my cheekbone because I was listening to Marina And The Diamonds.

I answer the door just to see Peyton.

"UM HI!" I yell, running in to my room before he could see me.

"Um...Gwen?" he asks, looking confused.

Panicked, I rush for the least skimpiest clothes I owned, which was ironic because I just washed my undergarments.

"YEAH, ILL BE THERE IN A SEC!"

I grab a huge sweater with a hamburger on it, and rush out of my room to see a confused Peyton.

"Hey, Peyton! Sorry I had to change. I wouldn't want you to see me in only my panties..." I instantly regretted saying that.

"I mean, I had a tank top!" I try to cover up what I just said.

Peyton stands there giggling at me as I try to explain.

"You could've just said you were naked and you had to put clothes on," Peyton replies, sitting down.

"Whatever, so what are you doing here?" I ask.

"Just wanted to see you," he responds.

His green eyes twinkled in the lamp light when he said that. Like a prince in a Disney movie.

"Where are your parents anyway?" Peyton interrogates.

"Anniversary dinner," I answer.

"How many years have they been together now, 20?" he enquiries.

I nod.

"Wow. That's incredible. I wish I could be with someone that long."

I do, too.

"With who?"

Oh crap I said that aloud.

"Um, with Dylan O'Brien! Yeah he's a hottie," I claim.

Dylan O'Brien is my ultimate celeb crush but I have better chances with Peyton than a 24 year old hottie.

"I wish I could be with Selena Gomez that long!" he jokes.

I laugh, knowing about his abnormal crush on Selena Gomez.

"I bet you do."

He starts leaning in to me and I start to. He got close to my cheek and I expected the absolute best thing to happen.

"You have an eyelash on your cheek," he tells me.

He takes him thumb and smears it on my face. Then he quickly licks it then rubs his thumb all over my face.

"EW!" I scream.

He laughs hysterically as I fail to hurt him.

"THIS ISNT FUNNY!"

"IT IS TO ME!"

I get on his back and tackle him with a remote that was lying on the ground.

"Ow, ow okay!" Peyton surrenders.

"So are you done?" I ask, gripping the remote.

"Yes."

He walks behind me and I feel a slobbery finger glide across my cheek.

Round 2

Hi!!! This is my second story and compared to my old story I think this one will have more of a story line. I am currently working on how to fix my old book but I think the story is just showing improvement from my old one. So I will never delete it :) but I want to say thanks for all the likes and comments on the other book so can you please like, conment, vote and all that stuff? I love you guys byeeeee :)))