peytons pov: i wake up in my room. it's 9:46. i got up and showered. I brushed my hair and teeth then put on a black crop top with some light wash ripped jeans. i walk downstairs and see brandon making pancakes. or should I say trying to make pancakes. the kitchen is trashed. "need help?" i ask and laugh at the mess. "maybe" i walk over and start flipping the pancakes. brandons standing behind me like a creep before he smacks my ass. "what the hell?" I say and laugh.
"oops my hand slipped." "mmhmm 'slipped'" in the process of talking I burnt the pancakes. "looks like that ones yours." i say. he rolled his eyes
as we ate we just talked. "so i was thinking tonight, would you like to go out to dinner with me?" brandon says. "so is mr. Brandon Rowland asking me on a date?" "maybe?" i blush "okay I'll go. what time? and how do I dress?" im trying to keep calm but I'm dying inside. the guy i like just asked me on date, who wouldn't be dying inside and freaking out? "6 and dress fancy." I nodded and went upstairs. i check Instagram and see that I was tagged in a picture by Brandon. it was of us eating out burnt pancakes i laughed and liked it.
Skip to 4:45
I look at the time and start to get ready. i did my hair in big curls. then I did my makeup which was foundation, concealer, mascara, eyeliner and I did my eyebrows. i usually don't wear that much makeup but it was a special dinner and I wanted to look decent. i put on a black dress i got on my recent mall trip. my outfit actually looked pretty good.
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it was 5:53 at the moment when I saw Brandon walk down the stairs. "woah you look really nice." he said while looking me up and down. "you don't look that bad yourself." I say and smile. • • • we got to the restaurant and i was completely amazed. we sat down and he smiled at me. "what?" i say. "it's just that you look so beautiful." he say and I blush. i thank him.
we pay after eating and we walk out. "i have to ask you something." "mhm." i say. "would you, peyton cara, do the honor of being my girlfriend?" he says while half smiling. "yes, of course!" i say overjoyed. he picks me up and spins me around. "but we have to talk." i felt my smile fade away. "what's wrong?" i ask curiously. "my mom is coming back next week with my brothers. so you can't stay with me anymore." he said the last part quieter. "i could talk to maci. she lives 10 minutes away. we can still see each other it's not a problem." he smiled. "I'll talk to her tomorrow." he nodded and kissed me. i felt fireworks in my stomach. fireworks
