Dear God,

Cody kissed me today.

Love,

Peyton

Peyton’s P.O.V.

I sit on my bed, staring out the window, which seems to be my default position. I always stare outside. That’s where Cody first met me.  Things are different. Strange, even since yesterday, when he caught me and I couldn’t talk because of how close our faces were. I feel like a ditzy girl in those stupid romance novels, swooning over a guy that they wouldn’t have.

For one, I wasn’t swooning over someone I couldn’t have. Cody’s simply my friend and company in these dark times. Two, I’m not ditzy. I like to think I’m actually quite intelligent.

“Hello, hello,” Cody knocks on my door, smiling brightly.

I can feel myself already feeling happier when Cody shows me a box of Sour Patch Kids, my favorite candy. “You are the best,” I said, eyes already fixed on the box and hands reaching out.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Cody sings, holding the box out of my reach. “What’s the magic word?”

“I will share with Cody,” I recite.

Cody tosses me the box and I eagerly open it, sticking one in my mouth and making a face as the sourness hits my tongue. Cody laughs at my expression before holding out his hand for some. I shake the box and three topple out and Cody sticks all of them in his mouth, instantly almost doubling over from the sour overload.

I laugh. “Cody, why would you do that?”

“I don’t know,” he says, eyes watering.

I chuckle to myself as I slowly eat the rest of the box. Cody pulls out his IPod and IHome and plugs it into the wall before turning on Ed Sheeran’s new album. I perk up.

“I haven’t listened to all of this yet, I fell asleep at Don’t,” I say, swaying to Sing.

Cody laughs before turning it up and joining me on my bed. I close my eyes and simply listen to Ed’s amazing voice. Cody fiddles with his IPod as he just sits there.

“Don’t you just love Ed Sheeran?” I say dreamily.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on him, but his music is pretty great,” Cody says.

For some reason, I find this hilarious and start to giggle. Cody simply shakes his head and continues bobbing his head to the music. It takes me a whole verse to calm down and actually listen to the music. Suddenly a familiar tune comes on, Ed’s voice breathing out ‘one, two, three, four.’

I sit bolt upright. “Kiss Me is my favorite Ed Sheeran song!” I exclaim.

Cody smiles at me before standing up and holding out his hand to me. “May I have this dance, madam?” he says and bows, looking ridiculous.

I laugh. “Of course, my good sir,” I accept. 

Cody places his hands on my waist and I put mine around his neck, standing at a good distance away from him.

After we awkwardly sway for about ten seconds, Cody whispers, “I don’t bite that hard.”

I laugh and step forward, so close that I can see the faint sprinkling of freckles across Cody’s nose and forehead. I rest my head on his chest and stay there, hearing Cody’s heartbeat quicken.

“Why is your heart racing?” I whisper.

“’Cause I’m nervous,” Cody whispers back.

“Why are you nervous?” I ask.

“Because,” Cody says vaguely.

“That’s real descriptive,” I say drily.

Cody chuckles before mouthing the words along to the song, “’So kiss me, like you wanna be loved, wanna be loved.’”  He moves his head so our foreheads are touching and we are gazing directly into each other’s eyes.  

I wonder what he’s going to do when he tilts my chin up and kisses me slowly, gently, as if I will break. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed so delicately, and I find myself rising up on my tippy toes to reach Cody better, to kiss him back. Cody’s arm circles around my waist and he half picks me up, making my toes brush the ground as he holds me close.

We kiss until the songs ends, which it quite a long song, I might add, and Cody gently sets me down and I rest my forehead on his as we try to regain out breaths.

“So that’s why,” I chuckle.

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