Three Years and Counting

four

"Hey Pey! We need to talk."
"Okay." He opened the door further to let me in.
"What is is Rowan?"
"The kiss."
"Oh. What about it?"
"I'm scared. I don't even know what it feels to be kissed on the cheek by someone I like. I-"
"Are you kidding me!?" He screamed.
"What? I'm just worried!" I yelled back.
"What if I'm scared too!"
"It's my first kiss!"
"It's easy! You should know!"
"No I don't! I have no idea!"
"I'll show you!"
And with that he slammed his lips against mine, passionately.
After about 30 seconds I pulled back.
"Rowan, I saw Noah kiss you. I'm sorry I yelled but I was just mad."
"Mad?"
"I was mad that...that he got to kiss you before I could."
"Pey, I told you, I've never been kissed by someone that I like."
"Yeah and?"
"I don't like Noah."
"I like you."
"I like you too."
He then kissed my cheek.
"I have to go now, Pey"
"Alright. Bye."
I walked out and into my dressing room only to see Noah, holding a bouquet of roses.
"Noah how did y-"
Then he ran and kissed me.
"Row,I forgot to give y-"
I finally got out of his grip and turned around to see a really hurt Peyton.
Noah grabbed my hands.
"This is all I've ever wanted. I'd given up. But yesterday when you said you'd never had your first kiss and I knew I had to be it. Row, oh and by the way Peyton, only I call her Row. Anyways, Row, I've been in love with you since elementary school."
I was in shock.
"Okay, first, I can call her whatever I want because she likes when I call her that. Second, you weren't her first kiss. But why is that a competition? We're both lucky enough to know her." Peyton replied.
"Oh, and dude you were 5 minutes late. I kissed her first. Just saying."
I smiled at Peyton.
"Noah. I love you but not that way. I like Peyton. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. But I will always love you."
He walked past Peyton and I and out the door.
"What I came here for was to give you this rose. It's not a bouquet. I'm sorry."
"Peyton, you didn't have to get me a rose. But no matter how many you got me, I'd still love you."
He kissed my forehead.
"Christmas movie?"
"But it's still a week till Thanksgiving."
"You know you want to." He smirked
"Fine. But only if it's Elf."
He laughed and grabbed it out of my stack of movies. We sat on the couch. But first I grabbed a warm blanket, covered us up then we started it. A few times I felt his stare but I ignored it. I rested my head on his shoulder and he put my arm around me.
Nothing is more perfect than this.

Yeah so I've been on writers block for this story for a long time. Let me know what you think. Ily guys