I wasn't a very attractive sleeper. I never have been. I drooled more than one person should, and often woke up with Medusa hair.

I lifted my head and stretched out across the bed, forgetting momentarily where I was. Then I remembered. I fell asleep wrapped in Kennedy's arm, his steady heartbeat lulling me to sleep.

Not a bad way to spend the night, I guess. I sat up and tried to orient myself with the room, and how it had changed. Kennedy got rid of all our pictures from vacations and our engagement photos. The walls looked bear and it really hit me hard.

I looked over at his empty side of the bed and leaned back against the headboard. Maybe he ran away. Maybe he woke up this morning, and had one of those freak out moments where he would rather chew his arm off than risk waking me up.

Maybe he regretted the innocent nothing that happened last night.

"I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me," is what pulled me out of my horrible thought process. "He's just a poor boy from a poor family! Spare him his life from this monstrosity!" his voice got higher than it should have been allowed to.

"Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?" he continued. I smiled to myself and listened to him sing the lyrics to "Bohemian Rhapsody."

He opened the door in nothing but his towel, and continued to sing like I wasn't even there. He turned around and looked right at me and smiled. I wasn't expecting that. "Mama Mia, Mama Mia,"

Then he pointed at me, indicating it was my turn to sing. "Mama Mia let me go!" I stood up on my knees in the bed and joined in. He started dancing and we both continued singing until the song was over.

I could wake up to cute, stupid things like that every single morning for the rest of my life, and I suppose I could have, had I not ruined it. Kennedy grabbed a towel and threw it at me.

"You can shower if you want. Or if you want to get home, I understand," he said, scrounging through his drawers, looking for clothes.

"Yeah, I'll shower," I said, hopping off of the bed. It was then that I realized that Jared and Garrett had been waiting outside for me yesterday. I guess they left, with my suitcase. I would deal with that when I got out of the shower. I took a quick shower, not wanting to waste any of Kennedy's amazing mood. I wanted to take advantage of that for as long as I could. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me, and walked over to the mirror.

The mirror was still fogged up from both my shower and Kennedy's, and I guess he snuck in when I was showering. He had written me a little message. Two words. Can you guess what they were?

Yeah, you knew. You are smart.

"Forever and Always" is what he wrote on the mirror. I tied the towel tightly around me and threw open the door to find Kennedy standing on the other side, waiting. I threw my arms around him and brought my lips up to meet his. He wrapped his arms around my lower back and lifted me up, pulling me tighter to him.

He held me for a long time, kissing my head or my neck, when he felt like it, because, let's face it, he could.

Kennedy Brock had my heart, and he knew it.

"We should both get dressed," he smiled and finally let me go. I nodded and walked over to his dresser. I scrounged through all of his drawers, and when I got to the last one, I found something.

It was a little light blue box. I knew what it was. It was my ring. It was going to be a surprise on our wedding day. Did I want to look at it?

Yes. I did.

I opened the box and found nothing more than the perfect ring. Princess cut, at least a carat. I heard footsteps come up behind me and I froze.

Was it wrong to be looking at this? I had no clue.

"Oh," was all he said, with a sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair, which made it stick up various directions. I closed the box and tried set it back in the drawer, but he grabbed for it before I could.

"It's beautiful, Kenny," I said, standing back up.

"I'm glad you like," he said, opening the box. He took it out and grabbed my left hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my heart beating erratically.

"Seeing how it would have looked."

Oh, because that would make me feel better.

He slipped in on my ring finger and I lifted it up to look at it.

"Well, it's gorgeous," I shrugged. It fit perfectly too. Awesome.

I started to slide it back off, but Kennedy grabbed both of my hands before I did.

"I think that these past two weeks have taught us something," he said. "And that is the fact that we make sense together. We are a wreck without each other. I need you, Peyton."

"I need you too, obviously," I said, with a small smile. "But if we are going to do this again, can we skip the whole 'in limbo' phase and just pick up where we left off."

"Kill the limbo," he nodded and I giggled. "So the engagement is back on?" he asked.

"Yes," I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. "I love you," I told him, kissing him gently.

"I love you too," he replied. Our slow, gentle kisses turned into something else entirely. Our pent up lust and sexual frustration started making an appearance through our kisses and body language. The fact that we were both still in our towels, didn't really help. Or did it? I wasn't sure at the moment.

One towel fell, and then the other. As Kennedy laid me down on the bed, all I could think was, "Give me what I want, give me all you've got, give it to me, Kennedy Brock."

/\/\

"We need to go get your stuff and move you back in," he said with a kiss to my forehead.

We were wrapped up in sheets, our limbs were tangled, and I wasn't going to lie, sex was more fun than I thought it would be. At least it was with Kennedy. Could I count this as my first time? It was my first sober time. The first time I had sex, I was wasted, and so was John. That was something I wished I could take a giant eraser to.

"Yeah, we do. I haven't talked to my dad since I left. I hope he isn't mad at me."

"Why would he be mad at you?"

"I stole his credit card," I chuckled. "He'll be mad."

"He'll get over it. Nobody can stay mad at you." he said, pulling me closer.

"You're perfect," I sighed, and ran my fingers through his hair.

"No. You are perfect."

"What am I going to do when you guys tour again?" I asked.

"Come with us."

"No. No, no, no." I said, shaking my head. "The last tour I went on with you guys, was the last one. I tell you this everytime."

"I just hope you will change your mind and see that it will be fun because you are with me."

"We'll see."

"We have a few months. You can make up your mind."

"Yeah. I don't want to do anything today," I sighed. "I want to lay in bed all day and be lazy. Life can start again tomorrow, but today has been perfect, and I don't want to waste it doing anything other than you." I grinned.

"Round tw-" he was asking, but I attacked his lips before he could get it out.

/\/\

It was rounding five o'clock PM and the doorbell rang.

"Go get it," Kennedy grumbled, spanking me.

"You go get it!" I said, trying to push him off of the bed.

"I don't want to," he replied, grabbing onto the headboard so I didn't push him off of the bed.

"I don't want to either!" I said, pushing harder.

"But I really don't want to."

"Fine," I sighed, grabbing the sheets, leaving him lying there, naked and cold.

"Bitch," he whispered.

"Asshole," I replied. I ran to the front door and opened it before I looked through the peephole.

"You dirty slut," she said, eyeing me up and down. I bit my lip but couldn't help but smile.

"Hi Julia," I smiled.

"I can't believe you had sex! You were broken up last time I checked!" she said, leaving my suitcase in the walkway and running down the hallway.

"Julia, don't!" I said, chasing after her.

"MY EYES!" she screamed, covering them and backtracking a few of her steps.

"I said don't," I sighed. Kennedy looked like a deer in the headlights. He tried to scrounge around for something to cover up, but could find nothing so he grabbed a pillow and used that.

"Hello, Julia. Nice weather we're having, huh?" he asked.

"MY EYES!" she repeated, shaking her head from side to side.

"I answered the door in a sheet, Julia. What did you expect?"

"Not, this!" she said, motioning towards Kennedy with one hand, the other one still covering her eyes. "Have fun, use protection, and don't get pregnant. Call me later," she said, running for the front door. I shook my head and climbed back in bed.

"That was the single most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me," he said, staring at the ceiling.

"I am so sorry! I told her not to," I said, throwing part of the sheet back over him.

"It's okay. Nothing can ruin my mood. Today has been perfect," he said, kissing me.

"Only because I finally slept with you," I laughed.

"That's just a bonus," he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close.

"Kennedy,"

"Hm?" he asked, rubbing small circles on my arm with his thumb.

"I don't want a long engagement," I said, thinking about it. "Things are perfect and I feel better than I have in a long time. I think we should get married soon."

"Are you sure?" he asked, turning his head to look at me.

"I am positive." I nodded.

"Well, just tell me when and I will be there."

"It's funny to think about how things change when you lose everything you took for granted."

"You won't lose me again."

"Promise?"

"I promise," he nodded, kissing my neck, and then down my collar bones to my shoulder.

Not even going to lie, this was the best day I have ever had in my twenty-two years.

I never wanted it to end, but the second that clock turned midnight, it was over, and the rest of my life awaited.

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I know this was a short chapter, but I am going to start writing the next one. This was just a cute filler chapter, and I am uncomfortable writing sexy scenes, so I just skip them. Sorry if you like reading them. Thank you everyone who reviews and gives me feedback. Thank you so much, I love all of you. I am almost disappointed with how short this chapter is, and I am really sorry it is so short. Maybe I will update again tonight. I don't know yet.