#peytonainsworth

Hell, she wasn’t even sure why the hell she cared so damn much. Maybe it was cause Leo had proven to be an unexpected friend.  Maybe it was because of her discussion with Lark. Maybe it was because when she couldn’t fix her own problems, she tried to fix others as a way to make herself feel better. Or maybe, and most likely, she was just high and drunk enough to not give a single shit right now. So, Peyton’s drink order in hand, Rose approached the table Peyton was sitting at with a guy that was definitely not Leo. “Somehow, I’m not surprised that Leo, your boyfriend’s not the one you’re here with.” Rose snipped. placing the drink on the table messily enough that some of it sloshed and spilled some on the table. “Oops, sorry,” Rose apologized mockingly, clearly having done that on purpose.  With a shrug, Rose began to back away from the table,  “I was gonna come here and give you shit... but I realized something that Leo hasn’t yet... you’re so not worth it, so I’m gonna go. Enjoy your night.” With an eye roll, Rose turned on her heel, ready to head back behind the bar and finish her shift. @peytonainsworth​

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.

@dawsonsawyer

🦋 a loving text

L: Sonny brought in peanut butter cookies and they’re nothing like the ones you make L: can’t wait to see you tonight

💀 an urgent text:

Leo: contrary to popular belief, it’s not gasoline and motor oil that run through my veins Leo: I will get sappy with you whenever I please

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“I think the meeting went as well as it could’ve, but from the second I walked in his office I knew this guy didn’t think much of me,” Leo explained, recapping the highlights of his earlier meeting with a dealership owner just outside of town. He’d been setting up meetings lately in an attempt to secure more jobs, fixing the cars dealerships had bought off of customers and fixing them before they’re sold again. This was his 4th just this week, but with Lian in the picture, his salary didn’t provide much cushion for the both of them. “I mean, okay I don’t blame him. I wore the brown pants that you say make me look like a boy-scout and he was decked out in a full suit. Probably thought I was the real owners apprentice or something,” he chuckled, shaking his head. Leo’s hand ran aimlessly along Peyton’s bare back as she laid against his chest, auburn hair splayed across he’d porcelain shoulders. Leo waited for a response, a snarky ‘I told you so’ or unwarranted compliment but alas there was nothing but silence. Well, no. A quiet snore. Tilting his head, he peered down at Peyton who was fast asleep against his chest, her head rising and falling as he breathed. Leo chuckled quietly before reaching over and shutting off his light.

“Either I’m very good or very boring,” he said quietly before pulling the covers higher.