Post by Peyton Howard. on May 5, 2010 8:05:02 GMT -5
Peyton wanted to say that she liked it when Andrew surprised her, but the truth was that it was more terrifying than anything else. She had been prepared to walk into the CVS, vaguely listening to his response because sometimes that was all she could handle. If she ever took some of the things he said to heart, it'd probably cut her. It wasn't like she really believed he had been nice to her because he wanted to have been, though that wasn't to say that he had never been nice to her before. The jump from her stomach to her brain when he stepped in front of her was just like the ones she got when he opened the door for her at stupid hours in the early morning, or whenever he left out the honey with her waffles because she was allergic. Andrew gave her brain-freeze; she could finally name it now, that large sense of confusion that took up most of her for the majority of the time she spent with him. Like she needed anymore of that business in her life.
"Andrew," she said and realized in the instant before she went on to speak, that it was the third time she'd said his name. Strange references to Jesus and Peter came to mind but she discarded them immediately to refrain from frowning at herself; she didn't want him thinking that she was frowning because of him.
"I know. I actually do." She wasn't even pretending to know what she was talking about either. If she trusted herself, which she did most of the time, she could trust that Andrew wouldn't lie, especially not if he felt that he had to make it up to her. She wished he didn't, feel that way that is.
"You're like, one of five friends I have," she told him, which wasn't really a gross exaggeration but rather than look sad about the fact, Peyton wore a faint smile. Andrew couldn't realize the amount of happy and shitscared confusion she was feeling then; she didn't think she completely understood it either.
"So you're totally off the hook, you know that right?"
"Andrew," she said and realized in the instant before she went on to speak, that it was the third time she'd said his name. Strange references to Jesus and Peter came to mind but she discarded them immediately to refrain from frowning at herself; she didn't want him thinking that she was frowning because of him.
"I know. I actually do." She wasn't even pretending to know what she was talking about either. If she trusted herself, which she did most of the time, she could trust that Andrew wouldn't lie, especially not if he felt that he had to make it up to her. She wished he didn't, feel that way that is.
"You're like, one of five friends I have," she told him, which wasn't really a gross exaggeration but rather than look sad about the fact, Peyton wore a faint smile. Andrew couldn't realize the amount of happy and shitscared confusion she was feeling then; she didn't think she completely understood it either.
"So you're totally off the hook, you know that right?"
