You Leave Me Breathless

[Peyton]

I groaned as I woke up, rolling over. Then I snapped my eyes open, memories of the previous night flashing in my mind. I quickly looked around the room; it definitely wasn’t mine. Where’s the tattooed guy I left the bar with last night? What was his name?! Think Peyton! Then the bedroom door opened, and he came in, holding two mugs, dressed in only a pair of blue plaid boxers.

“I don’t know what works best for you, but I’ve got one coffee with milk in, one coffee without,” he smiled, sitting down on his bed

“Without milk,” I said shyly, pulling the bedsheet up to cover my chest as I sat upright

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he grinned, handing me the green mug

Wait, I remember his name now!

“Thanks, Frank,” I said softly, taking a small sip

“Not a problem, Peyton,” Frank nodded, smiling as he took a sip too

We sat in silence for a while, savouring the caffeine entering our bodies. I sighed, satisfied, and ran my free hand through my messy dark hair. Frank chuckled, biting his lip ring and crossing his legs where he sat in front of me.

“Last night was fun,” he said with a barely-concealed smirk

“I’ve had better,” I shrugged innocently

Frank’s jaw dropped slightly, making me giggle.

“Once,” I added

“Who?” Frank asked, relieved, but still curious

“Oh, um, my ex,” I grimaced

“Anyone I know?” Frank teased

“Ever heard of All Time Low?” I smirked

“The name rings a bell. Pop-punk band?” Frank asked, bewildered

“Ever heard of Alex Gaskarth?” I continued

“Oh god, that manwhore who thinks he’s god’s gift?” Frank said, disgusted

“High school boyfriend, senior year,” I chuckled, draining the last of my coffee

“Three years ago then?” Frank asked, finishing his coffee too

“Yeah. But I don’t want to talk about him any more,” I said firmly

Frank smirked and took my empty mug, placing it on the floor with his.

“I can make you forget all about that little boy,” Frank murmured, his hand sliding up my sheet-covered body

Hah, he didn’t like me saying I’ve fucked someone better than him. Jealous much? I just raised an eyebrow as he pulled the sheet out of my hand, uncovering my torso. His eyes darkened with lust and he crawled over me, lowering my body so I was flat on the bed. Slowly kissing up my neck, Frank pulled the sheet away from between our bodies, kicking his boxers off at the same time.

“I can show you things he could never dream of,” Frank whispered hoarsely, kissing the corner of my mouth

“Why don’t you prove it?” I breathed lustily, running my nails down his tattooed arms

Frank just smirked, lowering his lips to mine.

*

[Trinity]

Mikey and I sat on a sofa of the main living area, each holding a cup of coffee. He’d slept in my bed last night, but nothing happened at all. We just talked. And remained fully-clothed. It was...nice. I think. I don’t know what to think. This guy confuses me. But anyway, he came back to mine and Peyton’s apartment last night because of Frank and Peyton going back to his. All we were waiting for was a call from one of them so I could drop Mikey back and pick Peyton up.

“This is a really nice apartment. How do you afford it if you only work in a bar?” Mikey asked curiously

“The rent’s actually quite cheap, but we got inheritance money from our last foster parents when Peyton turned 18,” I shrugged, sipping the caffeine-heaven

“You’re foster kids?” Mikey smiled

“Yup. Our mum disappeared after giving birth to Peyton - I was nine months old - and our dad topped himself when I was 8 and Peyton was 7. In and out of foster care for 10 years,” I said simply

I don’t know what it was about Mikey that made me open up to him so easily, but it kinda scared me. Kinda.

“That’s why you and Peyton are so close, huh?” Mikey said warmly

“Pretty much yeah. What’s it like with you and Gerard?” I asked, wanting to turn the attention from myself

“Gee and I have always been close. It’s just how our parents brought us up, really. Sure we argue, but who doesn’t? I wouldn’t want anyone else for a brother,” Mikey said honestly

I found myself genuinely smiling, earning a genuine (albeit shy) smile back. Then my phone rang. I flipped it open and put it on speakerphone, not wanting to hold it.

T: About bloody time skank! 1pm!
P: Sorry, Frank and I got...caught up
T: Say no more whore. Want me to pick you up?
P: Yeah. Get a pen and paper and i’ll give you directions
T: No need, Mikey’s here
P: Ooooh, dish the dirt ho!
T: He stayed over because you and Frank were going at it in his apartment
P: Pfft, I’ll get something out of you later slut. See you soon!
T: See you

I rolled my eyes as I ended the call, only to see Mikey laughing.

“Terms of endearment?” he mused

“Nothing like sisterly love. You ready to go?” I smiled, standing up

“Two things first,” Mikey replied, shaking his head as he stood up too

“Okayyy,” I shrugged

“Can I have your phone number?” he asked boldly, looking straight into my eyes with a smile

I found myself typing it into his phone before I could even reply.

“And I have to do this,” he murmured

Before I knew it, Mikey leant down and pressed his lips tenderly to mine. I breathed in deeply, my body leaning up on tiptoes and my hands reaching around his neck out of instinct. Mikey moved his lips slowly and softly, his hands resting on the small of my back. The kiss was sweet and innocent – much like him. Then he broke away.

“Now we can go,” he grinned

I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement. Grabbing my car keys, I led Mikey out of the apartment and down to the car, ignoring the tingling feeling that still coursed through my lips.

*

“Bitch we’re late, come on!” I huffed, pulling Peyton by the arm

Five minutes late, but hey! It’s still late! It was 4pm, I’d just parked the car, and was now rushing to get to the tattoo parlour for my sister’s birthday appointment. Luckily she realised how frustrated I was and tried her damndest to keep up with me. Another 5 minutes later, we walked through the door of the shop.

“Hey, um, sorry we’re late. Appointment for Peyton and Trinity Hayes?” I breathed heavily

“Ah, yes, Stan and Kayleigh’s clients. Don’t worry, we’re running a little behind too. If you sit on that couch, they’ll be ready in about 15 minutes,” the woman behind the desk smiled

I smiled back, liking her laid-back attitude, purple hair and sleeve tattoos. Peyton and I walked over to the couch she’d pointed to, and sat down heavily. I took off my bracelet, nudging Peyton to take hers off too. About 10 minutes later, a pale woman with a dyed-black bobbed haircut and a man with a shaved head walked over to us.

“Peyton and Trinity?” the woman asked

“Yeah,” I smiled

“I’m Kayleigh, and this is Stan. We’ll be doing the tattoo you designed today,” Kayleigh introduced

“If you come this way, we can get started,” Stan smiled

“What am I getting tattooed?” Peyton asked impatiently

I chuckled, pulling a piece of paper out of my jeans pocket. It was simple old-fashioned type-writer text, one phrase saying ‘<love>’ and the other saying ‘</hate>’. Simple, but moral. Peyton smiled widely, letting me know instantly that she liked it.

“Oh T, I love it!” she sighed happily

Me, Kayleigh and Stan laughed. I sat down in one chair, Peyton sat in the one opposite. We held out our wrists, letting Stan and Kayleigh clean the skin properly before they settled down on their chairs.

“The skin on your wrists is thin, so this will hurt like a motherf-”

“Are you ready?” Stan interrupted, narrowing his eyes slightly at Kayleigh

I glanced at my sister; she just nodded.

“Ink away,” I grinned