#im like. sorry babe but i simply would prefer you to suffer for your beauty

[coldflasher]

also extremely funny that for weeks i have been warning my friend about how ugly the s5 suit is. like, relentlessly. just complaining about how unflattering it is and how he does not look good in it. she’s a lesbian and finds my attraction to barry baffling, so she was like ‘i doubt i’ll notice or care’, only for her to see it and immediately go ‘oh no, you’re right’

[91percentpynch]

lonely heart - kevaaron au pt 4

oh look it‘s me, coming out of my dark hole to make you suffer with a super sad chapter with a nasty cliffhanger:) so get your tissues ready and enjoy!! okay first of all sorry that i didn‘t update this in a g e s and that it‘s rather short and for the cliffhanger, but i‘ll try to update it more regularly now:)

check this out for the other parts:)

trigger warnings: drug abuse, mention of suicide, mention of mental health issues, very sad aaron, mention of blood

“You were too good for me”, Aaron whispered into the void. “You were way too fucking good for me. You made me a better man. And I fucked up”

Aaron got up as he felt the tears burning in his eyes. He knew he wouldn‘t be able to sleep alone tonight. Like every single goddamn night since he left Kevin. Like every single goddamn night since he made the biggest mistake of his life.

„Taylor?“, the blonde haired boy murmered, „You up?“

„Babe, you know I‘m up. My girlfriend lives three states away, we talk every single day at the same time as you call your man. Not that I would be able to sleep when you call him, cause a) i love Day and b) you‘re always sad and high and end up in my room anygays, so did he take the phone darling?“

Taylor was Aaron‘s roommate and the closest thing he had to a best friend. She had been there for him every single day, cuddled him, held him while he cried and dried his tears afterwards. And Aaron did the same when she misssed her girlfriend too much.

„You do realize he is not my man anymore, I fucked that up. Big time. He did actually take the phone just to tell me to fuck off and stop calling“

„You could always go over there and say it in his pretty face. Didn’t say you can’t come over did he?Pro point: Might lead to making out“, Taylor said while taking him in her arms. „Plus another pro point: you‘d get sober again. And you‘re less moody. No offense but a Kevin-less Aaron is hardly managable, like you‘re either a whiny little bitch or you‘ll give me the death glare of the cenutry. Legit worse than Andrew‘s and I called him a cute little baby boo once when I was drunk and he almost stabbed me right there with a look on his face like I just murdered Neil in front of him“

„Tay, I take that as a compliment. And we both know Kevin’s a bit of a dumbass so he did not exactly tell me Not To Come over just stopp calling. Anyways I don‘t even know where he lives. And stop talking about me getting high, you do the same shit“

„Yeah but I know my limits and I have not the same history as you. And for the i DoN‘t EvEn KnOwS wHeRe He LiVeS, phone number. Now“

„O- okay“, Aaron said and told her Kevin‘s phone number while Taylor calmingly stroked his back.

„Neat, got him“, Taylor said after a while. „He‘s with the scary big dude and his adorable little boyfriend I think? I have their address right here, I think we‘re gonna visit them tomorrow cause it‘s like 4 am right now and we don‘t wanna rob him his beauty sleep plus we don‘t want to wake the scary big dude. And I‘m pretty sure the adorable small golden retriver boy could and would stab us“

„Did you just stalk my ex and located his phone at 4 am like fucking Garcias in Criminal Minds?“, Aaron said confused.

„Anything for you big guy. And as I said I miss Day‘s pretty face, preferably in your pretty face so you shut the fuck up about how stressed and depressed and lonely you are.“, Taylor chuckled as Aaron looked at her shocked.

„Well I miss Casey, preferable in your face so YOU shut up“, Aaron was never as good in witty remarks as his brother. Especially high Aaron.

„Babe I think it‘s time for you to go to bed, you‘re not fun when you‘re sad, high and tired. Come here, let me cuddle you, while you whiney little bitch sleep“

Aaron slowly went over to Taylor and into her loving arms, laying down, trying to fall asleep.

After a long while aaron drifted into sleep, just to be greeted by familiar smaragd eyes. In his dream Kevin and he never broke up. Kevin was on top of him, his hands gently discovered Aaron‘s body, touching him as if he was sacred, something to worship. Kevin‘s lips were at Aaron‘s ear whispering sweet nothingness. Aaron‘s hips moved against Kevin‘s loving touch. „Stress release“ Kevin called these holy moments in dawn. „Highlight of my day“ Aaron called them.

The dream was as beautiful as it was cruel. It was as if his body, his mind were as much refusing as able to believe that Kevin was gone. It was his own fault, Aaron knew it. But the ever present voice of his mother, disapproving and disgusting, in his head was just too much for him to handle. He thought - foolish as Aaron was - that the pain of living without Kevin would be better, less cruel, less painful. But he never knew real love and therefore never experienced its lost. Until that faitful day. Until Kevin took his bags and left.

Aaron was used to pain. The hot one after an extraordinarily vicious hit. The cold one when his mother died. The numbing one when the hunger was growing more and more unbareable. But nothing was even slightly as hard to handle as the loss of Kevin in his life.

Kevin was the first good thing Aaron had. He gave him a will to stay, to try, to give this stupid sport everything he got. And Exy turned into more mundane things like getting his eating routine under control or getting a more or less acceptable sleeping schedule. The dark days were still there, for both of them, and they would probably never leave them completely alone, but they got less. And when they did happen they would hold each other together.

Ever since he fucked up things with Kevin, Aaron had more and more dark days. The voice of his mother telling him he‘s a failure, the bored stare of his brother and Aaron convincing himself Andrew wouldn‘t even bet an eye if he died, the voice telling him the world would be a better place without him growing louder and lourder every passing day.

Logically he could say that the death of a single person wouldn‘t change much for the over all world population, expect maybe it‘s some kind of insane mademan dicator or someone important, but still. It made sense. All he did after all was fucking up, being a failure, never good enough, never perfect.

His lonely heart only screamed Kevin‘s name and he knew if Kevin didn‘t take him back, his life wouldn‘t make much sense anymore. Well he would definetly not tell Kevin that. He would not manipulate Kevin into loving him, because that wouldn‘t be much better than not having him at all.

Aaron woke up the next day around noon. He didn‘t really feel like getting up, like getting up was simply too much. But Aaron knew he had to. He didn‘t want to worry Taylor more than he already did. And it would end today. One way or the other.

So he got up, put on the first pair of black jeans he could find and the first sweater his hands could find. Ironically it was one of the sweaters Kevin gave him, on the third of december last year. It was one of Aaron‘s favourites as well.

„Ready for the big Day, small guy?“, Taylor said winking at him.

„Not really? What the fuck am I supposed to do there anyways?“, Aaron replied on his way to the coffee maker.

„Talk to him? Deliver one of those borderline cringe big speeches. Get im flowers. Break into his bedroom and say ‚Draw me like one of your french girls‘, naked of course“, Taylor laughed at the face Aaron made, listening to her suggestions.

„I think I like the big speech. I mean I‘m shit with words, but I‘m sure you want to help your boy getting ‚his man‘ back, right? Also what kind of flowers would you give someone you dumped cause the voice of your dead mother told you it was wrong and disgusting, which you never told him for obvious reasons?“

„Honey, you‘re so fucked up sometimes, I love you but you should go to a therapist or something. Also I‘d say sunflowers or roses? I don‘t speak flowers man, I‘m the tech nerd. Not the romantic one, the nerd. But we‘re gonna make a snazzy speech and you‘re gonna get your man back“

After their typical breakfast - if Aaron didn‘t forget to eat again - they sat down together on the living room floor, paper and pen ready, trying to write the world changing speech.

„Why is this so fucking hard? Why can I only tell him how much I love and miss him when I‘m high off my ass“, Aaron complained.

„What about you don‘t think about him that much. Just tell me what you love about him and then we write that down?“, Taylor suggested.

Aaron took a deep breathe and closed his eyes. „I loved him because he was the first one who saw me. Aaron Minyard. And not just the other Minyard, the lesser twin, the shadow of Andrew. He looked at me and somehow chose me. Even if he could have had everyone else. He chose me, even though I‘m not special. Kevin chose the failure when he could have had the first prize. He looked at me and saw something worth loving, worth keeping around. Hardly anyone could tell Andrew and me apart. But it took him less than a day to do so. Kevin is strong, so so strong and somehow chose the most fragile thing he could find, took it and made it worth soemthing. Kevin made me feel something. Not numbness. Not pain. Something warm and beautiful and living. He gave me a reason to stay alive. Kevin made my life bearable, he made my life beautiful. We were both broken and we would probably still be broken if we were together but we softened each other‘s edges. Kevin believed in me when no one else would. He knew how I felt, knew what I needed and when I needed it. Kev gave me love and safety and I kicked it with my feet. This man is like a god who fell for whatever reasons for a homeless man. And I know I don‘t deserve him but I also know I cannot live without him. And I know that I must tell him that before it‘s too late. If it‘s not too late already“

Taylor wipped a tear out of her eyes. „That‘s it. You tell him that and we‘ll get him back“, she said. „Can I hug you?“

„Sure you loser“

„Ah there is my boy“

They spent the rest of the afternoon writing down the speech, making edits here and there. In the end Aaron collected the pages and went to his room to change. He replaced Kevin‘s sweater with a simple black jumper, put on his Docs, got his keys and left.

Aaro did feel a little uncomfortable, stalking Kevin like that. But he knew this was his chance to fix things. This was his chance to get Kevin back, to make his life worth living again. Which to be fair was a bit selfish, but you are allowed to be a little selfish sometimes, aren‘t you?

Jean and Jeremy‘s apartment complex was a 15 minute drive away from the flat Aaron shared with his three roommates. Theirs was fanzier, obviously. After all Jeremy was a professional Exy player and Jean was some kind of semi famous artist or fashion maker or whatever. They could give Kevin the world. They could give him what he desereved. All Aaron had to offer was an apology and his love. No money. Not yet anyway. Just anxiety, depression and stress.

But if Kevin was willing to take his love, to give Aaron one more chance, he promised himself Aaron would make it count. He will tell Kevin how much he loves Kevin every single god damn day. Aaron will get therapy and work on his issues. Sober up and this time for good. He will do anything to be worth of god‘s love. Just that god in his case was a twenty two year old boy with black hair, forming soft waves at the end and a smile that will make the sun jealous. Eyes made out of smaragd. Lips so sinful and kissable.

Aaron sat down in front of the door, waiting for his courage to come back to him. He could do this. He would get his man back.

Hours passed, or maybe it were only minutes or seconds after all before someone came closer. Ever so slowly Aaron lifted his head, just to look in the ever so familiar green eyes, big with shock.

„You said to stop calling. You never mentioned face to face conversations“, Aaron said, his voice hoarse.

Kevin stared at him as if he was a ghost, a reminder of his past life, something he rather wanted to forget.

„Look I know I fucked up. I know I‘m not good enough for you. I know you deserve the world and I cannot give it to you. And when you look me in the eyes and tell me you don‘t feel anything for me anymore, no love or hate or affection or whatever humans feel, I will turn away right now and go and never come back. Never bother you again. But if you allow me to apologize, if you however decide to gieve me one last chance, I prepared this whole ass speech for you“

Aaron was sure they could hear his heart beating against his chest, roaring, screaming to return home. To return to Kevin where it belonged.

Kevin‘s eyes wandered to the floor, his fingers automatically closed around his left wrist. A nervous habit. Just another little part that makes Aaron‘s heart ache.

Slowly, almost painfully slowly, he lifted those unbelieveable beautiful eyes and met Aaron‘s golden ones. Kevin studied him and the world around them stopped.

Out of the corner of Aaron‘s eyes he could see Jean going still, his breathing too calm, too even. It‘s the same thing Andrew does when someone fucks with Josten. At least his death would be fast. Or slow. Whatever. Aaron didn‘t really care, without Kevin it wasn‘t worth anygthing anyway.

„Why“, Kevin said after what feels like forever, „Why would I forgive you? Why would I give you another chance? Why would you think you can come back here just to fuck me over again? Aaron I loved you, I really did. I always will. You were my first love and maybe, yeah maybe, my last one. But right now I can‘t. I just, I just can‘t. Please leave. Please leave me alone. For now. Maybe, one day we can talk about it. But right now I cannot handle the thought of you to leave me. To tell me all these beautiful lies, to cut me open and leave me to bleed out. I love you“, tears were running down Kevin‘s cheek. Tears Aaron one day, a long time ago, promised himself he would never let Kevin feel again. Pain. Sadness. Everything because of his failure, because of his weakness, because he‘s a fucking piece of shit.

„Thank you for giving me a reason to stay. Jusst remember that you were my light, my warmth, my happiness and I never stopped loving you. Never will. Please just be happy“, Aaron replied as he turned around to walk to his cars.

When he was sure he was out of ear shot, he let himself feel. Feel the pain. Feel the loneliness. Feel the numbness and the cold and the hatred. It was in that moment, that moment where he was alone and nothing more to lose, that he decided that it was enough. He would end it. End it tonight.

„Thank you“, he texted Taylor. „I‘m glad I didn‘t eat you in the womb“, he texted Andrew. „You were not so bad after all“, he sent to Neil. And lastly „Thank you for taking me under your wing“, to Nicky. They would understand. It would take them some time but in the end they would feel better. They would be happier without them. Because at the end of the day he caused them pain and wasn‘t really worth a thing.

So when he got in his car, tears running uncontrallably down his cheeks, he knew what he had to do.

[serpentevans]

Like Glue

Who: Sam & Peyton @southsidepey 

What: Sam learns about Peyton’s relationship with Sebastian

When: December 6th, Evening

Where: Peyton’s place

Regular: Peyton

Bold: Sam

Word Count: 2873

Peyton was nervous for sure. She knew that she needed to tell Sam about Sebastian being one of her main clients, if you want to call him that. She also knew that Sam didn’t need this stress of her issues, on top of his issues. She ran her fingers through her hair, already had the Chinese food all ready to go and waited for Sam to come over to her place.

Sam could tell there was something up with Peyton from their texts. He had a feeling it wasn't just about her potentially joining the Serpents, it definitely seemed like something else, but he knew he'd rather just talk about it in person. So, after his workout and shower, Sam headed over to Peyton's place, ringing her doorbell. He ran his hands through his slightly damp hair, waiting to see her.

Peyton bit down on her bottom lip when she heard the doorbell and headed to answer the door. "Coming." She called out, sniffed as she headed towards the door and opened the door. She offered him a small smile, stepped to the side to let him in and closed the door behind him. "So, I got us our food. If you're hungry."

Sam gave Peyton a smile as she let him in, bringing his arm around her waist and pulling her into a side hug. He kept her there for a moment, just to let her know he was telling her the truth, that he was going to be there, no matter what. Sam nodded, "Oh, yeah, food would be great right now." Peyton buried her face into the side of his body and breathed in his scent with her eyes closed. "Thank you," she murmured into him and nodded slightly against him. "Yeah. I got some egg rolls, and anything else."

Sam’s hand rubbed the small of her back, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going on? She was almost acting like how she was when she told him about Sebastian and Asher. Sam was trying to not jump to any conclusions, knowing it wouldn't lead anywhere good, so he kissed the top of her head, speaking softly, "Alright. Let's eat, and then we can talk, yeah?"

"Yeah," Peyton replied softly as he rubbed the small of her back and rubbed his back as well. She interlaced their fingers together then led him towards the food, where she had it laid out onto the table and dropped his hand to grab the bottle of soda.

Sam let out a small smile, letting Peyton lead him towards the table. Sam was starved, a heavy day at the gym usually did that to him, so he was quick to open a box of fried rice and grab a fork. He looked up as Peyton let go to grab some soda, watching her as he munched on his food, a sheepish grin forming on his face, "Sorry, babe, I just couldn't wait."

Peyton let out a soft laugh as she poured them drinks as she shrugged and sat down across from him. "That's totally okay, I almost didn't wait for you to come here. Thankfully, I ate a big lunch." She teased before she handed him his drink and started to eat her food then some of the fried rice. "Kidding, I didn't have a big lunch, had two small pizzas and a candy bar."

Sam nodded, grabbing his drink and taking a sip, "I wouldn't have blamed you," He let out a laugh, taking another bite of his food, "Oh don't mention pizza or candy bars around me. I miss it too much. I mean, I had it a few days ago, but still, it was just a cheat day." Sam joked around. He always tried to keep his eating and working out right, even if he did slip up a few times, maybe because his body and image meant more to Sam than he'd ever really admit.

Peyton took a bite out of her sweet & sour chicken as she placed her legs into his lap after she scooted closer to him. She didn't want to have the space between them at the moment. "Mhm that's a mood, I gotta go to the gym and start kickboxing back up. That way, if we ever wrestle or anything, I can kick your ass." She teased with a smile before she grabbed an egg roll. "Speaking of which, how was the gym?"

Sam brought his chair closer to Peyton's as well, letting one of his hands sit on her thigh, "Oh really? You'd only beat me 'cause I'd go easy on you," Sam teased back. In trying out all different kind of workouts, Sam just couldn't ever really get into wrestling, he much rather preferred boxing, so he was pretty sure Peyton would beat him anyways. "It was good, did some cardio, some weights, some hot yoga. Pretty successful day. And how was your day, beautiful?"

Peyton couldn’t help but feel her smirk spread across her face. "Oh, really now? Then I say we should try that out sometime." She sent her a wink and then took a bite out of the egg roll, placed it back onto her fried rice. She raised an eyebrow before she took a swig of her soda as he spoke. "Hot Yoga? Is that yoga in a sauna?" She hummed a bit as she shrugged at his question. "It was good, woke up with my handsome boyfriend in my bed, did a few things around the flower shop before I threw darts at my new dartboard and then slipped into a depressive episode, because I’m worried that Im quitting the club for the wrong reasons." She admitted, to herself and to Sam. "But, now it's great again."

Sam wiggled his eyebrows, laughing, "Oh, we definitely should do that." Sam took another bite of his kung pao chicken, nodding, "Yeah, it's like really sweaty and intense, but it feels pretty good afterwards." Sam resisted making a dirty comment about how hot yoga sounds like sex without pleasure, so he reserved himself to a small chuckle escaping his lips. Sam's smile quickly faded into a frown as Peyton spoke, his eyebrows furrowing, "What's going on Peyton? I mean, dartboards are pretty random, but why do you feel like you leaving the club is wrong?"

Peyton sent a wink when she saw him wiggle his eyebrows. "Tell me when and I'll make sure to have the whole day and night cleared for you babe." She nodded as he spoke, tucked her lips into her mouth as she looked away, keeping her comment to herself. "Sounds like something I should try, if you don't mind that is." She simply stated. She let out a breath as she knew that she needed to come clean. "The dartboards help out my frustration and it has been, helping for the most part. It’s just, I'm one of Santana's best girls and I love performing and I don't know what your thoughts are on the matter."

"Gladly," Sam sent Peyton a small smile, knowing that they should talk about what was really going on. He didn't want their banter to end so soon, but he knew that whatever was going on was something they couldn't really ignore, even if he didn't have the slightest clue what it was, "Well what frustrations are you having? It's like I told you, babe, if you love performing, then I'm all for you staying at the club. But is there anything else going on? I just feel like that can't be it, especially if you're frustrated and taking it out on a dartboard."

"With Sebastian's face on it." Peyton admitted softly as she ran a hand over her hair and closed her eyes, since she could tell she was close to crying. She really hoped that it wouldn’t turn into a big fight, since she didn’t have the energy to be upset with Sam, since she was already upset with herself because of everything. "Before I go ahead and tell you this, I want you to know that I am happy with you and there hasn't been any doubt in my mind. I also don’t want to keep anything from you, because like I said the other night, I don't want any secrets from you." Peyton looked at Sam and swallowed a bit. "Sebastian used to ask for me, well for Scarlet, at the club, as his good luck charm and he hasn't been there for a while. So, me quitting the club, would me that Santana would lose her best dancer but would probably bring Sebastian & his wallet back to the club. So that way her business wouldn't suffer. Though, we have had plenty of people coming into the club, despite Sebastian being gone and I was also sending girls to be his good luck charm before he fully stopped coming." She licked her lips and looked at him. "Its obvious okay if you're upset, because I get it and understand."

Sam's mouth opened a bit, but it quickly closed again, letting Peyton talk. He was trying really hard not to overreact, to just shut up and listen for once. He didn't want to end up in the same position they were in a few weeks ago. So, he stayed quiet, and he let Peyton explain. Knowing that her and Sebastian had a "relationship" before they slept together definitely stung, but it was in the past, and it seemed like Peyton was trying to move on from that, which he couldn't be mad about. Obviously, part of him was upset, but he was more concerned with comforting Peyton. He wanted to show that he wasn't going to run again. Sam brought Peyton close to him, pulling her into his lap and ran his hand over the small of her back again. "It's okay, Pey, I promise."

Peyton let out a soft breath when she felt him pulled her into his lap and leaned her head onto his shoulder as she pulled her legs close to her chest. She nuzzled her head into his neck and breathed in his scent as she wrapped her arms around him. She stayed quiet after he spoke, not knowing what to say or do. So, she started to rub his back, then she started to play with his hair at the base of his neck. She opened her mouth, then closed it. "What's going through your mind, baby?"

Sam had been pretty good at keeping his emotions repressed, knowing that he has a tendency to overreact. So, he didn't really know what was going through his mind at this point, most of it was just about how he should comfort Peyton. Sam couldn't really gage what he was feeling? Sad? Mad? Hurt? "I... I don't really know. Upset, maybe? A little, I guess. So... did you guys do anything? Like... more than dancing during that time?"

Peyton listened to Sam, as she continued to rub his back and played with his hair. "Which is totally understandable, and I get that." She replied as she listened to him, let out a breath before she lifted her head up and looked at him. "I did more of the dancing, but we mainly talked, he confided in me whenever we hung out at the VIP booth, were getting pretty friendly at the table. Then after my panic attack that I had at the drive-in, I skipped work that weekend because I didn't want any guy touching me and that included Sebastian. We texted and he trusted me. Then there was him coming to the flower shop to buy sunflowers for his sister and floral arrangements for his mother's garden party. And we danced at the engagement party." She bit down on her inner cheek as she looked away and hoped that she didn’t just ended their relationship. She let out a breath as she gotten out of Sam's lap, walked towards the window and tried not to let out any sobs as she closed her eyes, feeling the tears rolled down her cheek.

Sam sat and listened again, letting her words process in his head. He just kept telling himself to not get angry, that this was in the past, that he couldn't hold it against her, that he'd already forgiven her for being with Sebastian. But it still hurt, he wouldn't lie about that, it was just nowhere near as bad as how he felt the first time around. But before Sam could really respond, Peyton got up. He quickly followed after her, sliding himself between her and the window. Sam used his finger to lift Peyton's chin up, hoping she would open her eyes and see that this wasn't going to end everything. He brought his thumb up her face, wiping away her tears, "Hey, hey..." Sam settled his hands on her shoulders, massaging them as he spoke this time, "It's okay, babe. That was the past, we have to start living in the present again. I'm not leaving you because you were involved with someone else, because it's you and me now, no one else."

Peyton swallowed hard as she heard Sam's voice and opened up her eyes as she felt him wiped her tears away. She sniffed as he spoke, let out a shaky breath and nodded as he spoke Peyton exhaled a shaky breath as she stuffed her face into his chest as she sobbed and kept him closed. "I-I’m sorry." She said as she kept him closed.

Sam had gotten pretty used to getting himself hurt, more so emotionally than physically. Everyone important in his life had done it somehow. It used to affect him more, made him thing that he cared too much, but his skin got tougher. Peyton and him had been through too much to give all of it up now, so he'd keep himself together. Of course, he was sad, he was sad most of the time after all, but he'd accepted that was how it was for him. Sam brought Peyton closer to him, comforting her as tears stained his shirt, "I forgive you. I will always forgive you, Pey." Sam whispered, placing a kiss on her head.

Peyton lifted her head up to looked at him when he said that. "Why? Why do you keep on forgiving me?" She asked, tears still rolling down her cheeks. She could feel herself shaking and her vision was getting blurry from the tears. She placed her head back against his chest and sniffed. You deserve better. You deserve someone who would treat you a lot better than I have been. She thought, but she let the silence fall in between them.

Sam's brows furrowed at the question. If there was someone who deserved better, it was Peyton, not Sam. It was crazy to him that she somehow thought that she wasn't enough for him, because in truth, she was... everything. Sam shook his head, giving her a smile and clearing away her tears as he spoke, "Because I'm selfish, and I refuse to let go of the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Peyton sniffed as she looked at him, closed her eyes as he cleared the tears away and saw his smile. "Even though I've caused so much turmoil in the past week?" She asked softly as she looked at him, swallowed hard once more. "Okay, not so much turmoil." She cupped his cheek and caressed it with her thumb. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I’m scared shitless that I’m going to lose you, even though you said I’m stuck with you like glue."

Sam shook his head, "Neither one of us is perfect, babe. I know I've made plenty of my own mistakes." It was true, Sam felt like he was always messing up, sabotaging himself and his happiness, but he wasn't going to let Peyton go. He didn't care about who she was then and what she did, he could only care about who she was now, "You could never lose me, ever, even if you tried to."

Peyton nodded as she remembered what happened and let out a breath. She knew she wasn't going to go down without fighting for this relationship, since he was the one who has been making her smile, nonstop lately. "And goes for you, you could never lose me, ever and even if you tried." She gave him a small smile and kissed him softly. "How about we eat some more of our dinner then we can cuddle before we have to get ready for work?"

Sam gave Peyton a smile, bringing her close to him and placing a kiss on her temple, lingering there for a moment. She meant everything to Sam, she really was his light in the darkness that was his life, so he'd fight for her, till the end. "Good." Sam leaned in as their lips met, nodding, "Now that sounds like a plan." A grin formed on Sam's face, as he lifted Peyton off her feet and into his arms, carrying her bridal style back to the table so the two could finish their meal.