perfect [kj apa] [DISCONTINUED]

thirty-seven

peyton heard a knock on her door, and she raised an eyebrow. it was 1:49 am, and she was eating ice cream while watching grey's anatomy.

she climbed out of bed and heard the sound of rain landing on her roof. she wrapped a blanket around her and hurried down the stairs. more knocks echoed throughout the house, and she rolled her eyes. "i'm coming, i'm coming!"

she situated the blanket around her shoulders and opened the door, being met with a face that she didn't want to see. "what the hell are you doing here?"

he stepped inside and took off his jacket. "shut up." he said.

"excuse m-" she was cut off by his lips attaching to hers. she pushed him off of her and slapped him. "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"well, i was kinda hoping that would fix everything. obviously i was wrong." he said.

"of course you're wrong, kj." she said, storming back to her room. "you can let yourself out."

he followed her up the stairs and into her room. "no way. i'm not giving up on us.

"you seemed like you wanted to before, what changed your mind?" she said sarcastically.

"i love you, pey. i'm sorry."

"you're sorry?" she laughed. "you hurt me, kj. again."

"i know, babe." he said. "i'm so sorry. i'm such a fuck-up, and i know that, but i can't live without you." his voice cracked, and peyton knew he was being sincere. "please, peyton. i didn't mean it. i just don't want to be the reason you and lili stop talking."

"that doesn't mean you can just give me an ultimatum." she said. "kj, i can't lose you both."

"and you won't have to." he said. "please just talk to her."

"kj-"

"talk to her." he said, grabbing her phone from the nightstand and holding it out to her. "now."

she took the phone from him. "i'm supposed to be mad, but you're hot when you're assertive."

"maybe you can call lili tomorrow." he said, taking a step forward.

"yeah, it is kinda late." she said, stepping back towards the bed.

"you wouldn't want to wake her up." he said, continuing to move towards her.

"no, we wouldn't want that." she said. his lips were ghosting over her's. the sexual tension could be cut with a knife. "you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna kiss me?" she whispered. he chuckled and kissed her with passion. he leaned her back on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head.

he began to kiss down her neck and she moaned out.

"i've missed that." he said, smiling as he started to kiss lower.

"shut it, apa."

[7/27/17]