♥Who wants to be perfect? v.2♥

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Xanther looked up to see Peyton and gave her a small smile as she put a warm hand to his cheek, "P-Peyton..." Xanther muttered, looking up at her and blushing slightly. "...P-Peyton...I'm sorry..." he whispered, a frown slowly transforming on his face, replacing his sweet and apolegetic smile.

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>>Peyton<<
Peyton's heart nearly broke as she saw Xanther's frown. "Oh no.. X-Xanther, don't be sorry!" She said as she sat down on the edge of his bed. "You did nothing wrong, I just, well I just hate to see you hurt or heartbroken.." She said quietly as she stroked his cheek slightly

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Xanther smirked and sighed, gently putting his hand over the her's that was on his cheek. "It's feels...great to know that..." Xanther said quietly, giving her a weak smile and closed his eyes, slowly inhaling then exhaling, trying to get some of his thoughts straight.

Ooc: sorry for short posts X(

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>>Peyton<<
Peyton smiled slightly at Xanther, but her smile quickly faded as she looked around his room. His familiar room, the room where she had kissed him and ran off, falling down the stairs and traumatically breaking her nose. The place were she had- well- slept with Xanther when she had spent the night. So many memories happened in this room. Peyton snapped out of her thoughts and looked back down at Xanther..

Ooc: ew same ):

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Xanther opened his eyes again, noticing for the first time that Demious was gone. He smirked and sighed, shaking his head but accidentally bringing a bad pain to the left side of his head. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," Xanther muttered, putting his hands on his heads and taking a deep, shaky breath as he resting his forehead on his knees.

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>>Peyton<<
Peyton bit her bottom lip and looked down at the floor, awkwardly trying to find a way to break the silence.
Fortunately Xanther had done that for her. Unfortunately it was him crying in pain. "Oh dear, Xanther, are you okay?" she asked as she watched him grab his head in his hands. "You should really just rest and relax. I dont want you to strain yourself, or make your headache worse. Its bad enough as it it." she said as she rubbed his back gently.

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Xanther groaned as Peyton spoke and rubbed his back gently, trying to comfort him again and slightly shook his head. "N-No, I'll be fine. I-I can still play for you..." he whispered, trying to relieve his head, but at that time, the door opened and there stood his mother at the door.
"Xanther, honey, are you alright?" she asked, walking over and sitting down on his bed, gently lifting his head up as she pushed up his chin. She started to quickly check his eyes and forehead, making sure he had no fever or anything. "Ma, stop it," Xanther mumbled. "Sh, no," she quickly replied. "I'm your mother and I get to make sure you aren't sick or haven't caught any physical problems!"
"Mum, please," Xanther said, then noticed that his British accent slipped out. His mother stared at him but then continued to check him, and he blushed deeply, biting his lip as he glanced at Peyton, looking away in embarrassment. "Peyton, do you know what's wrong? Did you check him or anything?" Mrs. C asked Peyton. "Mom, please..." Xanther groaned. "It's just...a headache..." Mrs. C frowned. "Well then, that means no music. I'll tell the boys to put their instruments away and-"
"No mom!" Xanther suddenly shouted in a serious tone of voice and winced as his head jerked up. "Don't talk to me in that tone of voice!" Mrs. C said, putting her hands on her hips and furrowing her eyebrows.

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>>Peyton<<
Peyton was just about to reply to Xanther, but stopped when Mrs. C walked in the room. Quickly she stood up and took one step away from the bed. She carefully watched as mrs C started to walk towards Xanther and ask if he was doing well. It was the motherly thing to do. She had also asked f peyton ha figured anything out. pEyyon just silently stood and shrugged . But as time went by, things began to escalate into an argument between Xanther and his mother. Peyton felt awkward as she stood there... She wanted to step in and tell them to stop.. But when it came down to it, she didn't know which side to choose. Mrs. C was right, Xanther needed to rest, and could play for Peyton another time. But on the other hand, Music was important for Xnather, and she knew that he had been looking forward to it.. Peyton slowly... Very slowly.. Started to "walk" towards the door.. Hoping to avoide this little situation.

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Xanther groaned as his mother continued to be bothersome to him. "Xanther! You're staying here and you're going to rest!" But Xanther sat up and stood, dizzying around abit bfore standing straight. "I-I'm not sitting here and making Peyton wait!" he said in a firm voice and Mrs.C sighed. "Fine. But if anything happens to you while you're playing or singing or anything with your friends, don't come crying to mommy!" she said before turning around and seeing Peyton close to the door. "Excus eme Peyton," she muttered, slipping past her and opening the door, walking out and closing it behind her. Only Peyton and Xanther stood in the room and as Xanther looked up at her, he blushed slightly and gave her a small smile.

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"Fine, fine," Mrs.C said as their argument ended. "You can play, you can sing, but if anything ever happens to you while you do so for your fiance, don't come running for mommy!" Mrs.C spun around on her heels and spotted Peyton who was moving very slowly. "Excuse me," she said, slipping past Peyton as she opened the door and walking out, closing the door behind her. Now there stood Xanther and Peyton in the room.
Xanther glanced at Peyton and gave her a sort of nervous but cheesy smile.