After our small conversation, we decided to head back home.
It's been about 35 minutes and I'm almost to her apartment. I know she doesn't want to see Grayson, but I also know she doesn't want to see Peyton. But she needs Peyton right now, and this is why I'm here.
I park the car and she gets out of the car, sniffling. I sigh and before she completely gets out of the car, I grab her hand and she looks at me.
"You guys are going to be fine. You have to talk about it at some point." She nods and I let go, getting out of the car and heading inside to the apartment.
We get to the door and she looks at me for approval. I nod and she sighs. She unlocks the door and we see Peyton on the couch. Her hair's in a really tangled messy bun and she's in sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt. She sits up and her eyes widen.
She gets up and walks over. Alyssa, impulsively, grabs my hand and wraps her fingers around mine.
"Hey." Peyton says as she stops in front of us.
"Hi." Alyssa says back and I'm surprised she said something.
Peyton looks down at our hands and I try to pull away, but Alyssa tightens her grip.
"So are you two-"
"No, not right now. We aren't talking about that. I don't even wanna talk about what happened right now." Alyssa says and we walk off to her room.
Alyssa locks the door and falls onto the bed. I sit down beside her and rub her back. She puts her head on my lap and I hear her sniffle.
I sigh and I lift her up, letting her see my face while her head is on my leg.
"Don't ever be afraid of crying. It doesn't mean you're weak, it just means you've been strong for too long." I say, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She chokes up a bit and leans into my chest.
I hear her start to cry a lot more and I rub her back again. I kiss the top of her head and she starts to calm down. She pulls away and wipes her eyes.
Her mascara is smudged and her eyes are droopy from her lack of sleep.
I can finally tell that her emotions have been a little crazy and it's only because we found out about her being pregnant.
"I'm gonna go, okay? I should go talk to Grayson, in a civil manner, I mean." I chuckle and she shyly smiles. I give her a kiss on the forehead and I leave the apartment.
Alyssa's POV:
I lock my door and put my earbuds in, playing the Life Sucks playlist on Spotify.
I sigh and start to go through my photos. I keep swiping through till one intrigues me.
I slightly smile and I chuckle. I feel a tear fall and I groan, swiping it away.
"Stupid hormones." I whisper.
I zoom in on my smile and I sigh, knowing how different things used to be.
Things fell apart so quickly. I know I fucked things up and I have to find away to fix them.
I go to Instagram and find the photo again to post. I set everything up and I post it.
~Instagram:
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