CORDUROY DREAMS || PAYTON MOORMEIER

date, no date 🔆

i was watching tvd when i got a call from my best friend Dylan.

"hey dyl, what's up?"

"um,hey, i don't want anything to be awkward between us but i was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight?" ive always had the smallest crush on him, so of course i said,

"yes, of course. what time?"

"does 7 sound good?"

"perfect, see you soon dylan."

"bye y/n." i hung up and got up to start getting ready, figuring it was already 4. i decided to call payton over and ask him for some help.

after a few rings, he picked up.

"hey darling, what's up?" that was his nickname for me, darling.

"hey payt, could you come over? i need help getting ready for a date."

"oh, um, yeah of course. i'll be over soon." he sounded and but off. "who's the guy?"

"uh, Dylan.."

"son of a bitch," he muttered, "i'll be there soon." he hung up quickly.

soon enough he arrived and walked in my house, coming up to my room.

"hey payton!" i sat up and went to hug him, but he acted like he was grabbing his phone out of his pocket.

"hey," he avoided eye contact. where's my darling?

"woah, what's wrong?" i stopped him from going into my closet.

"nothing, can we please just do this?" he sounded eager and upset, going to my closer quickly. he always picked out my outfits for me, but this time it felt awkward and different.

he pulled out a pair of ripped loose jeans and a tank top with a orange flannel. he placed it on my bed and went on his phone. i changed in the bathroom and came out. he gave me a light smile.

"you look great." he said softly, which made me smile.

"thank you." i went over to my vanity and pulled out a natural pallet. "payton can you come help with my makeup?" he always helped with my makeup too, somehow he was really good at it. he got up slowly and got a chair, placing it next to me. he got the pallet and got to work.

i felt his breath fanning on my lips lightly as he stayed concentrated on my left eye. whenever i was this close to him, my heart skipped two beats, do i like him or his brother? a few minutes later he finished and i looked in the mirror and smiled.

"thank you."

"mhm."

"payton are you mad at me?" i asked him softly, fiddling with my fingers.

"no, i'm mad at my asshole of a brother."

"why is he an asshole?"

"see- i- he knew i liked you, a lot."

"you like me?"

"a lot."

"but what about dylan? i don't want to hurt him." i sighed.

"you won't, you're the third girl he's tried to get with this month."

"really?" i honestly felt really hurt.

"really," he opened his arms, "come here." i ran into them and breathed in his scent. he pulled away and looked me in the eyes. how about my lips on yours, and we could call it love?" my heart beat was crazy right now. "what do you say?" he leant down and came face to face with me. i nodded slowly. his lips softly met mine, and i was startled, still am.

his hands traveled down to my waist and his tongue slid across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. i slowly opened my mouth and let him in. our tongues danced together perfectly, and he moved us to the bed, softly pinning me down. i felt him playing with the hem of my jeans and my heart rage sped up again.

"hey, calm down, i'm not going t hurt you." he chuckles softly and kisses me again, slowly grinding his hips against mine.

"payton," i pushed him away and shook my head, "i don't want to."

"oh, okay." he got off of me and later next to me, cuddling me.

"you're not mad?"

"mad? what reason is there to be mad? you told me you didn't want to, why wouldn't i listen to you?" i shrugged, "you can trust me with your life, darling." i smiled softly and started falling asleep.

"goodnight payton."

"goodnight darling."