Learn to Fly

John laughed as Melissa crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. He wrapped his arms around her bare waist and smiled before pushing his lips back onto hers, “You’re ridiculous, baby.”

She crawled on top of him and sat up. She was naked and John smiled as her looked over her every familiar curve. There really wasn’t one thing that he didn’t know about her. He grabbed her small hips and she leaned down and kissed his neck causing a groan from his throat. “So, who’s the girl with Eric?” Melissa questioned as she pulled her lips away from his skin.

John involuntarily smiled as he thought of Peyton, “She’s Nick’s cousin.”

“Is she dating anyone?”

He looked at her confused, especially at the little grimace on her lips, “Uh, no. Why?”

Melissa shrugged, “Just wondering.”

“Lissa,” John said, trying to get the real answer out of her.

“You two seem to get along well,” she stated simply.

He rolled his eyes, “Melissa, we’re having a baby.”

“Oh really? Good to know,” she responded crankily.

“What the hell?” John asked, irritated. “One second you’re all over my balls and now you’re basically accusing me of liking another girl. What is your issue?”

“My issue is that you’re out with her while I’m sitting at home pregnant!” She said raising her voice.

“I fricking told you last night to come with us and you said no!” John yelled.

Melissa stared at him for a second before a small smile came onto her lips, “Fricking?”

“I’m trying to stop cursing before the baby comes,” he said seriously, not letting her cute smile get her out of this fight. “Melissa, I need you to not worry about Peyton. As long as you and I are together you have nothing to worry about.”

He watched as her facial expression changed into confusion as she echoed his words, “As long as we are together? What happens if we break up John, are you going to go jump in her bed? Shove your penis in her pants? I’m sure she’s nice and tight she looks like a virgin.”

“Melissa, if we are not together then I have the right to do whatever the hell I feel like, but we are together so don’t you dare accuse me of something you know I will not do. We have been together for three years and you were the one who was unfaithful, not me.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and put a pout on her lips, “I don’t like the way she looks at you.”

John couldn’t help but to wonder how Peyton looked at him now. She was never looking at him in more than a friendly way according to how he felt; and according to Peyton Eric was the one she seemed to want these days. “She looks at me as a friend.”

Melissa rolled her eyes, “I’m not going to be here waiting for you if you mess up. I’m going to leave you if you kiss her or anything at all.”

John narrowed his eyes and spoke his next words with no regrets, “Something I should have done to you when you cheated on me three years ago.”
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“You are not leaving this house looking like that!” Nick Santino exclaimed.

John and Eric just smirked at each other while Melissa rolled her eyes. They all listened to the screaming coming from inside of Eric’s bedroom where Peyton was getting ready to go to club with them tonight and for the past twenty minutes Nick had been yelling about how inappropriate her dress was. He believed from what they could hear that it was far too short.

Melissa looked down at her watch before hitting John on the arm, “Baby, the girls and the rest of the guys are already there can’t we just go without her?”

Eric looked at her and narrowed his eyes, “Hey Miss lady. I am taking Peyton as my date. You all have dates minus me and her. Do not ruin this for me.”

John chuckled, “Does she know that she’s your date?”

Halvo looked at him from the corner of his eye, “Does that matter?”

John laughed as Nick slammed the bedroom door behind him and joined the three who were waiting for Peyton impatiently. After a few more moments and obscenities from Nick the bedroom door opened and Peyton walked out.

John now understood why Nick was freaking out. She was wearing a short cream colored dress with gold sequins cascading from the left shoulder. Her right arm was exposed because of the one shoulder style and her blonde hair was tied into a knot making sure that the dress showed off her toned upper half. Her collar bone was sticking out and John in his own mind imagined putting his lips to it. She was wearing gold strap heels that had at least three inches on them that made her thin thighs look smaller than they already were. The gold color made her skin look tanner than normally and her blue eyes shined from the dark eye shadow she used.

“John, you make sure she stays sober,” Nick ordered before pointing at Eric, “And keep her the hell away from Halvo.”

He looked at his best friend next to him who was mentally undressing the girl in his mind and John used every ounce in his body to not follow in Halvo’s actions.

“Can we go now?” Melissa asked, taking one of her curls and rapping it round her finger.

Peyton grinned after rolling her eyes at Nick. She walked over and took her place next to Halvo. “Hey,” she said quietly at the awe struck boy.

John chuckled as Eric regained his thoughts and put on his cocky smirk, “Hey weirdo.”

Peyton’s lip gloss coated mouth smiled and John’s thoughts instantly went to the gutter. He felt Melissa grabbing his hand and leading him out of the door. The car ride to the club was filled with small talk as they went to pick up Kennedy and his date that happened to one of Melissa’s best friends. John felt bad for Peyton; she was going out with a bunch of guys and girls she hardly knew—and most of them happened to be Melissa’s friends. To say the least, they weren’t his favorite people either.

“I can’t believe Nick is going on a date with my sister,” Halvo groaned.

“They’re probably doing it in your bed as we speak,” John laughed, making his friend scream in disgust.

He listened to Peyton’s soft giggle that came from the back seat and he couldn’t help but to think more impure thoughts about her. She looked sexy and John could barely control himself.

The group walked into the club after cunningly sneaking Peyton’s eighteen year old self in. The music was playing loudly and people were dancing all around. The lights were low and streams of random colors flickered around the room.

“Do you want a drink?” Halvo yelled into Peyton’s ear.

John watched as she agreed and with conjoined hands the two made their way to the bar. He seriously debated if he should listen to Nick and keep the two away from each other, but from the way the girl next to him kept kissing his ear softly he was slowly starting to not care any longer.

John and Kennedy found a table in the back of the club as the group of about fifteen of them mingled around it. The red cushions were very soft and once John’s body hit them he felt the pressure that this past week had held lift and he instantly felt relaxed.

Kennedy and Garrett skipped off to the dance floor with some of Melissa and their friends from high school while Jared and Pat sat and talked about the new record the boys would be recording soon.

“Do you want a drink?” Melissa questioned.

“Nah, I figured if you don’t drink neither will I. Less temptation for you, you know?” He smiled at his girlfriend.

She pressed her lips tightly to his, slowly rubbing her tongue against his, “You’re kind of awesome, O’Callaghan.”

“So, I’m guessing you’re over what happened earlier?” He asked shamefully, no doubt his words had hurt her.

Melissa nodded her head, “Are you?”

John gave her a small grin, “I am. I just don’t want you to worry about anything okay?”

She grinned, “I’m not. Especially not after tonight,” she giggled before pointing to the dance floor. John followed her eyes and felt something weird in his stomach as he looked at what she was smirking at. “Nick is going to be pissed!”

John watched as Peyton moved her hips against Halvo’s drunkenly. It had only taken him and hour to get her completely wasted and this didn’t surprise John in the least. He watched as their hips moved in circles, up and down, and his best friend’s hands wandered the girl’s body mercilessly. Her dress rose higher and higher on her thighs each time she grinded her hips against Eric’s and her hands raised above her head. Her right hand tangled in Halvo’s hair as his face rested in the crook of her neck. John watched as she bit on her lower lip smiling as the boy began pressing his lips onto her collar bone and down her bare shoulder.

“Looks like Halvo is getting it in!” One of the guys yelled causing John to roll his eyes. If he knew anything about Peyton it was that she wasn’t easy.

Melissa ran her finger along John’s thigh and he instantly turned his eyes to her with an eager look in his eyes. When she did things like this he completely understood how she was pregnant; they got caught up in the moment often when they were together. “Let’s dance,” she smiled as she grabbed his hand and led them to the dance floor.

John smiled as she began grinding his hips against his girlfriends and she followed in his rhythm. Her hands were soon lost in his head of hair as he gently kissed her lips. John loved having a girlfriend. He was actually pretty positive that that was a main factor in why he and Melissa were still going strong. He enjoyed having someone there when he needed them—someone who had proved she wasn’t just in it because of his social status. He enjoyed having someone to cuddle and protect and he often wondered if he just wanted a relationship, not Melissa.

John heard a giggle next to him as he pulled his lips from his girlfriend’s and glanced to his left. Peyton and Eric were dancing adjacent to them both with giddy grins on their lips. He watched from the corner of his eye and Eric’s hand slyly slid up the girl’s toned leg and towards her butt, lifting the bottom of her dress an inch or so. She smacked at his hand and laughed as Halvo rolled his eyes playfully.

“Stop molesting the poor girl, Eric,” Melissa chuckled.

“It’s not molesting because she likes it!” Halvo yelled loudly, causing Peyton to laugh and blush immensely. John watched jealously as his best friend put his forehead against the blonde’s and she wrinkled her nose at him cutely; what the hell was going on with them?

Eric drunkenly laughed before pulling away from Peyton and turning to Melissa, “Let’s dance baby.”

Melissa giggled before kissing John on the cheek, “You don’t argue with a drunken Halvorsen.”

John watched as his best friend and girlfriend disappeared deeper into the dance floor. He looked at the petite blonde girl next to him who had a permanent smile on her lips. Her cheeks were a bright shade of pink that matched her plump lips. “Having fun?” John asked.

She nodded her head and softly bit her lip as John stared at her intrigued. She sighed and placed her hands on her hips, “Are you going to stare at me all night or ask me to dance?”

John smirked. “Peyton Hayes, would you like to dance with me?”

Without a word the small girl wrapped her arms around his neck and began moving her hips against his. He was surprised at how quickly their bodies seemed to melt together but he enjoyed their closeness. He could smell the sweet scent of strawberries on her skin and he could visibly see how smooth it was. He lowered his head and dipped it into the crook of her neck chuckling as she moved closer against his bigger frame. He watched as goose bumps appeared across the tan skin of her shoulders and neck from his soft release of air against her neck.

“You have goose bumps,” John chuckled aloud wondering if Halvo had had the same effect on her.

“I do not,” Peyton giggled. “It’s just cold in here.”

“Mhmm,” he whispered along her neck knowing that the vibration would send her skin ablaze.

John didn’t know why he enjoyed teasing her, but he did. It wasn’t for the normal reasons he would lead a girl on for though—no this girl was more than that. This girl intrigued him more so than any girl he had ever met. She was quiet but outgoing, smart, mysterious, humorous as a comedian, but sweet. She was so genuinely sweet. Maybe that was why he enjoyed seeing her like this—so, well, sexy. She was always so innocent that watching her skin react to his touch and feeling her body push tighter against him just turned him on in the simplest ways; the ways that should matter.

John pulled his face out of her neck and smiled as he looked into her blue eyes, “You never told me you could dance?”

“I sing too,” she grinned. “And I did theatre in high school.”

“You’re just the triple threat aren’t you?” He smirked.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you that I’m effing amazing,” Peyton giggled. “You should feel lucky to even be dancing with me right now, because these hips are going to be famous some day.”

John laughed at her confidence, enjoying every moment of it. It was cute the way her words slurred together causing her flawless voice to have an adorable imperfection. He started laughing lightly and she gave him a wide toothy grin. “Have I told you that you’re pretty cute?” John chuckled, letting all of his thoughts of his girlfriend disappear.

“I don’t believe you have,” Peyton smirked, her head slightly cocking to the side.

He leaned forward slightly, leaving small amount of space between their lips—tempting the girl. He had no intentions of kissing her; he just loved the look of surprise she always got whenever he touched her gently or teased her, “You’re pretty fricking cute.”

The girl bit her lip and her eyes narrowed intriguingly, “So is your girlfriend.”

And with her words John was instantly brought back to reality. He released her hips from his grasp as he walked to the bar trying to figure out what the hell was going through his mind.