3 years later
peyton's pov:
3 years later. i'm with brandon still. we have an apartment 13 minutes exactly away from his old house. it's small, nothing special.
"get ready."
i looked away from my phone to see brandon looking at me. he smiled.
"for what?" i laughed. "we're going to the store." he said. i laughed and nodded.
i changed out of my tshirt and put a plain black shirt on and put on my converse. they were screwed. white. but not only white, brown and black marks and stains covered them. i tied them and yelled, "im ready"
the car ride there was silent except for the music playing on the radio. who am i kidding. brandon was singing along to whatever song was playing. i couldn't help but laugh at him. he drove still keeping his eyes on the road. he was so focused, but i was unable to realize why. a smile appeared on his face. "what?" i asked.
"nothing." he said back, not losing his smile.
he pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store. it was the one we first met each other at. i was sitting on the bench that one day. he came up to me. and we became best friends then lovers.
we looked at the food we were buying. we stood at checkout. "shoot i forgot my wallet in the car." he said and walked out and to our muddy black jeep. i rolled my eyes slightly and took out mine.
i ended up paying. i don't mind if im being honest. he looked at me. "shut your eyes." i was confused but did as i was told.
"open."
i looked down at him on one knee. it's happening. "peyton cara, will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?"
"yes!" i yelled jumping onto him causing him to fall backwards on the ground. "yess" he whispered pumping his fist. i laughed into his tshirt. i stood up and couldn't stop smiling.
"one more thing." i looked at him. "say 'hi' to the camera!" i looked over to the bench to see his phone recording the whole happy scene. i waved and laughed.
i'm thankful. i love him
