Art is important

Laurel: i figured

Laurel: that’s why i’m telling you now

Laurel: yeah

Laurel: he told me you two slept together

Laurel: right before we slept together

Laurel: i thought you two were going together

Peyton: what the fuck

Laurel: idk man that’s just what’s happening

laurel: no he didn’t show

Laurel: not really

Laurel: a bunch of guys have come up to me and been disappointed realizing i’m not sadie

Peyton: that's because boys are all dumb, you and sadie have totally different boob shapes, how can they not see that.

Laurel: just saying

Peyton: for someone at prom ur a little moody

Laurel: hand painted prom dresses are already a thing

Peyton: yeah but im not showing up to prom with just paint on my body Laur

Laurel: like you painted gianna’s dress for her birthday?

Peyton: that was different, i painted on her, not on clothes.

Laurel: your leg?

Peyton: [sends picture of her painted leg]

Laurel: its prom

Laurel: i wish you were here tho

Peyton: eh, there'll be other proms

ethan sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. what he would give to talk to their mum. “peyton you know i would never judge you –– you can talk to me about anything.” he said. “i know this is an intense topic but i promise to not be weird.”

Peyton groaned for a long time, for as long as it took to get all the green paint off her brush and onto the canvas. “I don’t know what to say other than like. Sex was good and I get why you did it so much. and like... I want to do that shit again, and like, the with who part is kind of wack because... I did it with Elijah and that’s-” She cut herself off, dipping her brush into another color, not knowing how to speak anymore.

“caring is good peyton, you act like its a terrible thing.”

“Caring about people is terrible because people are terrible.”

ethan groaned before standing up and walking up the stairs, standing outside of her door. “peyton open the door.” he said to her, trying to stay calm. “then who to you want to talk to? i hate to break it too you but i’m the only option at the moment.”

Peyton opened her door, she had changed into her painting smock and there was already an aggressive amount of paint on the canvas. “I want to talk to Beyonce, Dr. Phil, mom, Rihanna, Christina Agularia, Oprah. I don’t know how to talk to you about that.”

the blonde nodded slowly. “you should listen a lot more to everyone.”

“I’ll start listening when I start to care I guess.” Peyton cared about like 5 people and even them she barely listened to.

“he works so late and all the time because someone has to pay for this house, next year i will college so i wont be able to help him or you.” ethan said, the new zealand accent poking out more when he’s angry. the red head sighed before standing up. “peyton nora bennet get back here!” he shouted as he slammed his hand on the table as she walked away.

“NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!” She yelled as she walked up the stairs, Peyton wasn’t doing this, she didn’t care what she had to say to him to get him off her back. “YOU’RE NOT WHO I WANT TO TALK TO.” She yelled from her room, then slammed the door.

freddie took a breath as she nodded. “dreams aren’t for suckers.”

“I feel like it’d make more sense if I knew what his dreams were, but I honestly only listened to half of what he said.”