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I didn't have it in myself to go with grace & so the battleships will sink beneath the waves. You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same. Cursing my name,  wishing I stayed. 

You turned into your worst fears & you're tossing out blame. Drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years & you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed.

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so-scarlettsinclair​:

Well if there was one thing about Peyton she remembered clearly it was her brutal honesty and maybe she wasn’t completely healed of what happened yet but her statement rubbed her the wrong way. Of course Dom would find all the shiny things in a city of possibilities, and the little shine she had here in peach’s wasn’t quite bright enough. Her stomach churned but she swallowed and nodded tightly- “You’re right. He had a life to live who am I to judge.” she reasoned. Pushing through the rack she bit her lip, red was certainly the others color however she could pull off any color really. “I’d say all three because you do Red so well but this black just says WOW. It would be great against your skin tone.” she added. As she searched for herself and listened she stopped and looked up scoffing. “Wow. You know what if he gets with her it’s his issue let them have each-other especially if she’s been pining after him the whole time. You’re nobody’s second choice so let her be his.” she shrugged. Picking up a nice little black dress to try on she frowned slightly but offered a mere smile. “I’m sorry to hear that. But as cliche as it sounds everything happens for a reason. If you’re meant to be with someone then you are. If not it sucks but they taught you something in the meanwhile.” she didn’t know who the advice was for at this point- Peyton or herself. Or both?

“But so do you. Don’t dwell like you’re a housewife stuck in the ‘burbs. He’s succeeding but so are you.” Peyton told as though it was any consolation.  She could visibly see the shift in Scarlett’s body language. Being without Dominic had clearly taken some of her confidence. But their relationship was far deeper than anything Peyton had experienced, after all they had a child together. “I know,” The girl exhaled a sigh though she fought to keep it in. She hadn’t told very many people about her meeting with Leo so being console was something knew to her.  Something that she feared would make her vulnerable. “That is extremely cliche.” The redhead deadpanned. “If I wanted to learn a lesson, I’d read a fable with a pretty little moral at the end. The last thing I need is for someone to believe that they had the slimmest impact on me.” She shook her head. She didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing returning to Peach Hollow was difficult for her due to the destructive war path she’d left in her stride. “So what are you up to anyways? Don’t tell me you’ve found a new queen bee to serve and plan events for.”

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leochoii​:

Leo was never one for games. He didn’t understand the enjoyment others found in twisting words or acting a certain way to elicit a reaction in someone else. He did not like, did not partake and certainly was not oblivious to them. So as Peyton Ainsworth stood before him after a year of radio silence and bad blood, he picked up on the slight curve of her lips, the way her deep brown eyes traced the growing muscles of his chest and arms, before dragging back up to his face. It was like a perfectly choreographed dance and just a year ago, Leo would’ve drunk off the sway of he hip, curing of her lips or batting of eyelashes, but not today. Not anymore. Even the slightest of nods would’ve given Peyton the satisfaction in knowing that he went back to the days tangled up in Tangerine Towers. So rather than counter with a detailed description of his workout routine, or the reasons behind he now needed to work off stress, he let her words fizzle out in the emptying garage until they were no more.

He stepped away from the side of the car an circled around front once again, reaching into the engine and tweaking a few grease coated parts. Leo was very much aware of her eyes boring holes into the back of her head as she barked about her work-ethic, how she never replied on her fathers money and the list of accomplishments she had under her belt. But rather than let her sharp words pierce his skin like she surely expects them to, they bounced off like bullets against a vest, grazing rather than harming. Leo had grown a thick skin since that night a year ago, and though her words might’ve worked before, they had no impact on him now. Something that surprised even him.

“Mhm, yeah. That’s great, Pey,“ he said, tone dismissive as his eyes remained focused on the engine before him. “You’re right. You don’t need Daddy’s money or Mommy’s trust fund. You’re a self-made woman and can take on the world on your own. You’ve made enough walking through Caledonia’s halls and taking out married men to last you a life time, maybe even two if you lucked out in whatever city you snaked your way into. Congratulations.” His tone was condescending and sharp, and his words mean. They felt dirty as they slipped from his lips for he never spoke to anyone this way. But seeing your girlfriends legs spread for your roommate and hearing his name slip from her lips changed something in him and there was no going back.

At her following words, Leo finally turned to face her, his hands instinctively reaching for a cloth to wipe away the excess grease. "Ho many times do you need to hear it to get the hint?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in both frustration and anger. “You can’t just show up and demand work to be done on your car. My open door policy now applies to everyone in town except you. Get your car off my lot. Take the burger and toss it in the trash. I don’t have time for your games anymore.” Stepping forward, Leo looked down at his former girlfriend, eyes hard. 

“I want you to go, Peyton.”

It was chilling the transition between how their relationship was to where it stood now. She’d never understood the frequency, the reoccurring nature of being monogamous and it was clear that being exclusive with Leo didn’t quite allow that concept to ring any clearer. Peyton was always open to being his and his alone. Hell, she never planned on cheating. Walking in on her father cheating was enough to make her hate cheaters but people always told her that she was her father’s daughter so the ease with which she found herself in an affair was only a matter of time away. But why Leo? He was perfect in almost all aspects a person could be without flaw. Perhaps Peyton was just worrisome when it came to one thing in her life being flawless. But how could she explain that fear to him? Her fear did not compare to those hurt she imposed on him so an explanation was better left unsaid. 

“Talent is what go me to the city.” Peyton defended, simply enough though his words were throwing knives that were by no means missing. The next thing she said was to not receive his pity but rather to further preserve her own image that Leo was attempting to tear down. “I got the job offer a year and half ago but I stayed here to be with you. So no, I didn’t get under anyone to get the job. I was referred by a client. An actual client. Whore’s can be talented, who knew?” She scoffed softly. She’d never expected Leo to blatantly insinuate that she was a whore. She believed he was a better person than that but perhaps he’d believed it all along.  “So, what? When you open up new garages it’s because you’re hardworking and driven but when I get a job offer it’s because I was blowing someone? I wouldn’t expect such slut shaming language from someone who literally dated an escort.”

Peyton’s eyes didn’t retreat from Leo’s angered stance as he approached her. Backing down would have shown weakness so instead she stared, despite sadness tickling the back of her throat. She bit it back by exhaling, disappointment weighing down her brows though she narrowed her eyes to disguise it as a challenging glare. “So when Ilia shows up here after cheating and moving back to town you take her lunch but I don’t get as warm a welcome?” Peyton asked followed by an amused laugh. It was a familiar laugh, especially to Leo, signifying that she was not only anger but rather that the argument wasn’t quite over. “Lucas told me you guys haven’t talked much. Did I strike a chord? Did I.. break you?” She asked vindictively, very well knowing that she was in the wrong. Leo had the right to be upset, furious even. But it was like the redhead to continuously push buttons until something exploded. “You getting hurt by someone you clearly think so lowly of says a lot more about you than it does about me.” Peyton barked back coldly. “You can be mad about what I did all you want, buddy. Take it to your grave for all the fucks I give. But you’re not going to call me a whore to my face because I was your whore, one you mistakenly fell in love with. At least then men who pay to stare at my tits for an hour don’t fantasize about putting a ring on my finger, at least they commit to their beliefs that you can’t make a whore a house wife.”

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lxckylxcas​:

Lucas’s last life changing idea had been nothing short of disastrous so he really hoped that he wouldn’t have anymore life changing ideas anytime soon. “I’m not gonna hold my breath on that one. For all I know, you’ll be gone again next week.” His tone and easy smile gave away the fact that he was (mostly) joking. He furrowed his brows trying to link the name with the fact. It sounded familiar but he had nothing. “Guilty as charged. If it’s not sports related, the likelihood of me knowing something drops drastically.” It was true. Lots of words being used sure, but not exactly conversation. He gave Peyton a wary look. “I don’t think so no but you really seem to want to so obviously that doesn’t matter. That is what this is about right? You just want to see him.” Nails in the coffin didn’t exactly sound like closure to Lucas but what did he know? Frankly the only closer Lucas knew of was swallowing all of his feelings and soldiering on like they didn’t exist.

Peyton could see her house nearing in the distance as these walked. For whatever reason, her feet managed their pacing and slowed to keep the time with Lucas longer. It was entirely subconscious but it had to speak on something, right?  “You men and your sports,” Peyton scoffed with a soft laugh, shaking her head in time.  The image of her father laid up in a recliner watching Football each Sunday crossed through her mind’s eyes but it didn’t cause her smile to falter. Lucas was a far better man than her father was and if she were to think of a sports guy by definition, Lucas would be the first person she thought of. “I don’t understand the appeal besides of course wearing a scarf and gloves to, like, a football game and drinking hot chocolate. But you lose me everywhere else.” She laughed dismissively.  

As the subject shifted to Leo, Peyton couldn’t help but tilt her head in thought. Lucas seemed pretty nonchalant about the whole thing, as Peyton had expected him to be. It’s not like their affair would have amounted into much more than it was, right? It was a rhetorical question, one they would never learn the answer to. Peyton had left too quickly to discover how many nights he’d spend away from his makeshift gym bedroom and take refuge in her. She never got to learn whether Leo would have forgiven, but it all honesty, she hadn’t even forgiven herself.  “I guess,” Peyton shrugged. Did she want to see him? It was a tough question to answer. The answer truly was that she wanted things to go back to the way they once were. But that was far too complicated to admit aloud. “We left things.. the way we left things. So, I thought seeing him would be..” Good? Necessary? She trailed off in thought before saying, “If you were him, would you want to see me?”

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wiinmorrison​:

it was hard for winnie to grow attached to people. in the end, they normally left her. she was a lot to handle with her career and her personality. peyton, however, shared her outwardly cold demeanor which meant they were on the same wavelength. peyton had become one of her only friends, and though she was thrilled to have her back, winnie knew better than to think she’d stay. as the redhead spoke of leo, winnie couldn’t help but smirk. “you saw him, huh?” she questioned, piping another cupcake only for her to devour it in a few short moments. “i take it that didn’t go as expected. he’s gotten cold in his old age. i took my car in for an oil change and tried to make small talk,” she chuckled. “i think my association with you might have made an impression on him,” she wiggled her brows, finally placing the piping tube on the counter. “wait, wait –” she shuffled to the back of the bakery, pulling a bottle of champagne out. “we’re past the ‘you have cooties’ stage, right? because i don’t have any glasses,” she didn’t have a cork screw there either, it seemed. she grabbed a butcher knife and stabbed the top of the cork, twisting it until it popped. the bottle was to her lips in mere seconds. after a few healthy gulps, winnie shoved the bottle in peyton’s direction, then bit into her own cupcake, nodding in approval. “i am damn good at my job, aren’t i?” she finished up the confection without any hesitation. “i have a dozen in the back but if you want to go to the moon, i have molly back here too.”

“Let me assure you, it was just as disastrous as it sounds.” Peyton rolled her eyes with a laugh. At this point, all the bullet holes from Leo’s words had scabbed over and she was starting to feel like herself again. Not that she had ever even showed her pain to begin with. It was difficult for Peyton to admit when she was in the wrong, especially in a situation like this one in which she was by no means right. “I suppose some guys take coming home early from work to see their roommate pounding their girlfriend better than others. Unfortunately the demographic for that occurrence is small from what I know of so it’s made the collection of data a bit difficult. But I’m going to say from my early stages of research that he took it horrible considering he didn’t even let Lucas put his pants on before he started beating on him.” The redhead explained with a tight lipped grin on her face. She was by no means proud, nor did she think it was funny. But it was situation she hadn’t yet coped with nor didn’t she have the intention of ever coping with. “That considered, I don’t think you’ll be getting a free inspection sticker or a casual conversation about the weather from him anytime soon.” As Winnie broke the champagne out, Peyton had a brief lapse in thought. Had she forgotten an occasion? Though the redhead was no stranger to sipping bubbly with no special occasion in mind, she wondered if she’d let something important slip her mind. “No glasses necessary. What are we celebrating? The fact that we can finally be lesbian lovers at last?” The girl teased. At the mention of Molly, her brows sprung skyward. “Tempting. Especially if its baked into some type of treat.”

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oscar-ibarra​:

If there was one thing Oscar could spot in an instant it was insincerity, so he knew Peyton was being facetious. He would allow her a dig or two. It wasn’t her fault that he kept his reasons for up and leaving to himself over the years, each time he did it. “I don’t know. We’ll just have to see won’t we?” He calmly replied. If there was one thing he learned in his years spent alongside the wild child of the Ainsworth clan it was that she didn’t need much to kick her off. At her question, he gave her a smile that was much more tight lipped. “That depends on whether or not i’m trying to gauge the likelihood of them tearing me a new one in front of company.” His tone was just as pointed. The dance they were doing with their words was not one he was familiar doing with Peyton. Men and women of importance who’d had far too much to drink or snort and tried to make sport of looking down on who they assumed was the help, absolutely. But not his supposed best friend. They were supposed to be thick as thieves, two peas of the same dysfunctional pod. This wasn’t like them. But that, he surmised, was also his doing. “I get that,” he nodded at her words. “This town certainly is full of living ghosts isn’t it?”

“Third time’s the charm, they say.” Peyton hummed back. She didn’t want to hold such malice for someone she cared for so deeply. But it was nearly instinctual to be on the defensive since her return. Everyone had some type of vendetta against her, mostly due to actions performed on her own accord. But the iconic duo’s falling out was the first time Peyton could be mad at someone else, and she’d take the opportunity to house her misplaced anger any place she could. “Keep talking to me like that and I might.” A passive aggressive smile coated Peyton’s red lips as she looked up at Oscar. The distance between the two was bothersome but in the same way others hadn’t allowed things to go back to normal, she could play the same game twice as hard. “Literal ghosts now it seems,” She nodded. “Can I steal you? That is if you still have time for the little people. I could use a drink and a familiar face that doesn’t completely hate me yet.”

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finnrobsn​:

❛ i’m at work ? i don’t think my boss would be happy with me if i got drunk while on my shift , ❜ he said , shaking his head while his eyebrows stayed raised . he wouldn’t do that – he loved his job and he loved being a bartender . if he got that taken away from him , he was pretty certain he’d starve . impossible . i would never fuck a bartender . how dare you assume so lowly of me . ❛ lowly of you ? well , hate to break it to you sweetheart , but we did . twice that night , actually , so , ❜ he said and shook his head as he watched her cross her arms . defamation of character , i’d say . shaking his head , finn glanced towards the end of the counter where one of the guys waved at him . ❛ i’ll be right there , ❜ he said and turned to looked at the redhead . pushing himself off the counter , he walked up to her and grinned , ❛ peach tattoo , ❜ he spoke and winked at her teasingly as he tapped his hands against the counter , before walking over to the guy who wanted his help . 

“Do you do everything those who have power over you want you to do?” Peyton asked with an amused laugh. Being a boss herself, she always expected her employees to do whatever she asked but understood that they weren’t always going to follow in her stride. If she worked in this environment, she certainly wouldn’t abide by the rules. “Do you think all gingers look the same?” She asked with her brows drawn tightly together, irritation immediately flooding her as he began to walk away in the midst of their conversation. Peach tattoo, the second it fell from his lips, her jaw opened agape. “Anyone on my instagram who has double tapped a bikini pic knows about that.” Peyton hissed back. That was a lie, of course. She knew that the only people who knew about the pink peach gracing her skin were those who conquered her and her tattoo artist best friend. Peyton then swallowed the rest of her drink in one swoop before flagging him back down. “I need something stronger. Think you can stop getting hot and bothered and make me a cocktail?”

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lxckylxcas​:

Lucas remembered the first time that he had cut someone up during a fight. Blood seeped from their brow covering their face and as the two men wrestled, it covered Lucas too. Trying to lock someone up in a guillotine was difficult enough but covered in blood and swear it was almost impossible. Almost. His mother had been horrified the carnage and shocked at the violence that her son was capable of. Lucas knew he looked like a butcher to others but it didn’t matter because the feeling of being in the ring in that moment had felt better than anything in the world. How could he judge others for their choices when he enjoyed hurting people? It was a difficult question to answer so he tried not to judge - took everything for what it was and tried to roll with whatever life gave him. “ Every now and again, I come up with a good idea. I’m fresh out for the rest of the month though.”

At her change of expression, he gave her a confused look but asked no questions. “ You know, I’ve never actually seen the original Wizard of Oz only the Wiz.” Lucas tried not to show how much her praise pleased him. His mind wandered to thoughts of her legs wrapped around his face and he tried to push them out of his mind. No use dwelling on the past. “I thought you were in it for my winning personality.” He laughed awkwardly not sure how to handle comments on his new found fame. “It’s real weird but small town, guess you gotta be proud of something.” Lucas’s eyebrows made a quick escape to his hairline as he thought about what that moment would be like. “Well, you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat.”

“I’ll try again in another thirty days. Hopefully by then you’ve conjured up a life changing idea by then.” Peyton shook her head and let out a laugh. Being in Lucas’ presence had always been so comfortable, hence why they fell in the patterns they did. But having someone to have such comfortable conversations in a town that she was focused to look her mistakes in the face made it at least a bit bearable. She wasn’t sure how long this friendship could last before they fell back into old patterns or perhaps pursued new ones but she’d learned on thing about this town for certain: nothing was permanent. “That doesn’t surprise me much. You don’t exactly seem like the Judy Garland type.” The thought of Lucas humming the tune of Get Happy made a grin tickle the corner of her mouth. But that didn’t seem his speed in any regard.  “I don’t think we did much talking for you to chalk it up to that.” Peyton dismissed, almost in a hummed mumble. They’d never talked much about what they’d done for fear of any morality coming in to play so it was odd so speak about this so openly now.  “You don’t think I should go see him.” The girl said, more so as a statement that was meant as a question. “What about closure? I think I have a few more nails I can put in the coffin. There’s always more fuck-ups where that came from.”

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If Peyton and Sonny had anything in common, it was the fact that they were both trouble makers. The pair always did things in the spirit of stirring the pot, which is why they seemed to get along despite the girl’s best efforts to despise him. She should have suspected a text upon her return to Peach Hollow, but. was instead surprised by his desire to see her whatsoever. The redhead had just finished putting on her golden hoops in the mirror when she heard Sonny’s incessant knocking. And despite the urgency, took a moment to fix her hair before walking over and opening the door. “Bold of you to demand my presence so aggressively,” Her less than welcoming expression remained upon looking Sonny up and down. Did he get taller?  “Your lack of manners is forgiven. I’d nearly forgotten about your antics, but you’re given me a stern reminder. What was your rush to get over here any way? I don’t even know where we left off.” She told honestly with a soft chuckle.

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Was visiting Peyton the best idea? Maybe not. Was he going to do it anyway? Absolutely. Sonny had heard that she was back in town and had been wanting to see her, but figured he should give her a bit to settle in. Today, though, he decided that she’d had enough time to settle and that he was going to drop in. After shooting her a text to let her know he was coming, he put his shoes on and headed out. The drive didn’t take long, thank God, and a few minutes later he was pulling into her driveway and putting the car in park. He hopped out and hit the lock button on his key fob before walking up to the door and knocking heavily a few times. Sonny was an impatient motherfucker, the same as he’d always been, and ended up calling, “Peyton!” as he waited, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

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“I could follow you to the beginning Just to relive the start Maybe then we’d remember to slow down At all of our favorite parts All I wanted was you.”

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finnrobsn​:

❛ can’t really drink while on the job , ❜ he said and smirked , then shook his head as a laugh fell from his lips . ❛ besides , i’d feel kind of weird drinking at my job , ❜ he continued then shook his head as he looked down at his hands absentmindedly as he poured some of the content of the bottle into the wine glass . he watched as she took a small sip of the wine and smacked it between her lips. yes , i did . but it’s a big city . just because you went on a tourist excursion around central park one time doesn’t mean you know me . continuing to stare at the redhead , the grin on his lips widened as he realized he had seen her before , ❛ holy shit , you’re the girl from the club that one night , that i hooked up with. peyton , right? ❜ he spoke and let a soft laugh fall from his lips .  finn had been drinking that night , but he definitely remembered the fire-y redhead now . ❛ small world , ❜ he said and leaned his forearms down against the counter while staring at the female smugly .

“Why’s that? I think you have the only profession where that type of thing would be deemed acceptable. Seems a bit foolish to not take advantage of it.” Peyton asked with a curious tone. The redhead didn’t pay the bartender much mind as she sipped the white wine that swirled around the glass. Her listening was inattentive until she heard her name coming from his lips, eliciting a scoff from her plush scarlet lips. “Impossible,” She dismissed, her brows knitted together with suspicion as she eyed the other. He didn’t look vaguely familiar but not enough for it his face to confidently click in her mind. “I would never fuck a bartender. How dare you assume so lowly of me.” The girl crossed her arms, assuming that he’d be slinging drinks at a city bar rather than enjoying them. “Defamation of character, I’d say.”

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lxckylxcas​:

“Okay, okay, now that sounds more like it.” There was something warm and familiar about their conversation - that or the ease with which they fell into old habits. He knew what this was, hadn’t fooled himself into thinking that their relationship was something that it wasn’t - but, they did work well together in their own way. “Transactional confidence, that’s good you gotta trade mark that and use it for something.” Without even really think about it, Lucas wrapped an arm around her waist. He looked at her aghast. He knew she was lying but it dinged his pride all the same. “That’s certainly not how I remember things. If it was only alright, you’re a phenomenal actor and they should give you an Oscar.” He wrinkled his nose. “Beside, even if I wanted to pay for the extra praise, I doubt I could afford your rates.” He tried to imagine the two of them back in their old apartment together but he couldn’t, the only thing he got was a tight feeling in his stomach. He honestly had no idea how Leo would react but he knew that it wouldn’t be good. “I’d rather get punched in the face - again,” he replied with a grimace. “Well whose fault was that? You’re the one who disappeared without so much as a post it note. That doesn’t exactly scream let’s stay in touch to me.”

“I like the way you think.” Peyton cooed with an intrigued look tugging her brow. She was a true business woman through and through, hence why she’d do pretty much anything for money or to further her circumstances. So someone else not only praising her idea but suggesting to make money off it brought a smile to her cherry red lips. The smile on her mouth faded slightly as she felt his instinctive arm snake around her waist. It reminded her of secret rendezvous under the dim light of Peach Hollow’s nightfall. Trips to clubs, quickies in public restrooms, the touch was foreign now. It always had been given the circumstances of their relationship. But her smile dissipated, it hadn’t disappeared. She was single now, what was the harm in enjoy his touch now?  “Thank you. I’ll have you know I played Dorothy in my high school’s production of the Wizard of Oz.” Peyton teased in regards to being called an actress. “If you must know, there’s a reason we didn’t stop.” She shook her head, fighting the smirk that grew on her lips as she looked out at the passing traffic. The thoughts in her mind were sinister and she didn’t want to dwell on them. “Maybe you could now that you’re our own little local celebrity.” The girl acknowledged, in regards to the popularity he’d gained since her departure from Peach Hollow. If there was anyone who was going to peak in this town, it was Lucas among all. “Touché. Any conversation before now would have been angry and emotional and I wasn’t ready for all that.” She still wasn’t. “But I’m curious what he’ll have to say to me nowadays.”

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ilia-yun​:

A sigh of relief escaped Ilia’s mouth. It was a frenzy in her house whenever Lian was going to spend the night with Leo. He would become a bundle of chaotic excited energy whenever his dad would come and get him. It filled her both with happiness that he loved his dad so much and sadness that she had denied both of them the pleasure of each other for so long.  So it was to be expected that a trail of a mess was left behind now that he was six and more mobile much to Ilia’s dismay that her little baby was growing so quickly. 

So it was no surprise that she was looking forward to her night alone with a bottle of her favorite wine and a stack of yet to be graded homework pile. Just as she was halfway through her cleaning spree, the door bell rang. She was confused since she wasn’t expecting anyone. So she thought maybe it was Leo and that Lian had forgotten his favorite dinosaur again. So she didn’t think much about it as she swung open the front door. The last person she expected to see was a certain red head that she had not seen in over two years. Ilia was instantly filled with confusion. Especially when Peyton started to bombard her with a million questions and getting pulled into a very awkward hug. “Peyton… hi. What are you doing here?”

Peyton was always the one bold enough to break through awkward interactions. She was strong willed enough to make every room manageable, not exactly comfortable.  So as she pushed passed the other girl and sashayed through Ilia’s house as though it was a fine art gallery, examine every surface for a trace of any update on her new life, Peyton kept the conversation flowing. “Was just in the neighborhood, doing my pageant waves and return introductions.” She hadn’t been in the neighborhood at all but solely showed up to Ilia’s with the intention of surveying the scene. “How’s Lian? He’s in school now, yeah? I was hoping he was here so I could see him but it seems like I’ve found you alone. Which is good in the interest of sisterhood and girl talk.”

[peytonainsworth]

oscar-ibarra​:

Walking into a room full of smiling clients and happy chatter was all a business owner could ask for. Hearing laughter and humming mixed in with the buzz of the machines and crinkling of paper, Oscar was pleased standing amidst it all. An old client he’d had his first go around in Peach Hollow had come in to discuss working together again. Their conversation was just about through when a voice cut through the noise, Oscar’s spine straightened waiting for what he was sure would be the inevitable tongue lashing coming his way. Turning to face her, he was disarmed by the smile forming on Peyton’s face. “I did indeed. Figured after all these years, might be nice to have an anchor somewhere.” Politely excusing himself from the concluding conversation, with a promise to pick it back up later, Oz headed in her direction. Though he was still a bit cautious, he grinned back at her. “You’re right, I definitely should’ve called sooner and for that I apologize most sincerely.” Her comment on the buzzing energy of the shop had him taking a look around at the business he’d invested more than his money in. “You could say that.” He looked back, his gaze giving her a once over almost for reassurance. Though their lives had taken them in different directions these last few years didn’t mean he’d ever stopped caring for the girl. “About a week or so, you? I hear you didn’t touch ground in this sad little hotspot of misfits and misery much earlier than I.”

Peyton hummed at his comment about anchoring somewhere, obviously not impressed but she felt a happier facial expression. She was never good at faking her emotions and Oscar would know that better than anyone.  “Mm. About time. Better very late than never at all. But you can find comfort in the fact that anyone of these starving artists would be willing to take it off your hands in an instance. I know commitment isn’t really your thing.” The flow of their conversation felt inauthentic, as though they wanted to say for than they were leading on. There was some pent up aggression towards her ride or die bubbling inside her, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. You’re right, I definitely should’ve called sooner and for that I apologize most sincerely.  Peyton’s ginger brows scrunched together, no longer being able to hide her poisonous distaste. “Right. And do you speak to all of your friends as though you’re a customer service representative now, hot shot?” Her tongue was sharp, but the only reasoning behind it was because she felt betrayed that he’d left her in the first place. They were strangers at this point so it seemed, though she longed to be much more than the torture of casual small talk. “Two weeks,” Peyton said simply. “Don’t plan on staying long. Hopefully just passing through. That grapevine is a too dangerous a thing for me to stick around.”