♥Who wants to be perfect? v.2♥

[Qiokkabee]

Xanther allowed Peyton to pull him along and hoped that his father didnt mind. After all, he had invitedher in the car, right? "Wait here," Xanher saod, gesturing Peyton to wait next to the backdoor and pulling away gently. He quickly came next to his dad's door. "Dad. Can..may...Peyton come?..." His father was silent for a moment but simply nodded. "Th-thanks.." Xanther replied, cautiously stepping away. "Xanther looked back at Peyton as he walked back towards her. "Um, you may go in," he muttered, opening the door...

[Mα∂иɛƨƨ.]

{- I cant Do This On My Own... Im No Superman.-}

. s t a t u s . Taken, Hehe| . m o o d . Upset| . d o i n g . / . w h e r e. Its complicated...

Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

Peyton nodded Uh.. okay.. she said stepping awkwardly in the car, avoiding all Eye contact with Xanthers Dad. She scooted over and sat still.. Staring out of the window silently..Not wanting to screw things up again. She had already messed up so many times and she couldnt afford doing it again. Especially in front of these people in this car.

[Qiokkabee]

Xanther came in next, closing the door quickly. He made himself comfortable before watchig=g as Peyton kept an eye on his father. Hmm, Xanther thought. Just ignore him. Xanther looked over at Peyton and gave her a smile. "You okay?" he asked. "Are you comfortable?" He gave her a hopeful smile, hoping she wouldnt have any problems.

[Mα∂иɛƨƨ.]

{- I cant Do This On My Own... Im No Superman.-}

. s t a t u s . Taken, Hehe| . m o o d . Upset| . d o i n g . / . w h e r e. Its complicated...

Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

Peyton turned her head towards Xanther Y-yeah im fine.. she said turning the rest of her body towards Xanther...Although Peyton wasnt exactly comfortable.. She was uneasy.. on the edge, if you will. and didnt want say or do anything that upset anyone. She scooted a little bit towards Xanther and laid her head onto his shoulder.. Her brown hair falling into her face.. She closed her eyes exhauseted

[Qiokkabee]

Xanther jumped as the car started all of a sudden. He looked out the window and clutched onto the cloth on the seat. He still disliked cars. He always has and hoped to drive one when his phobia was gone...
He looke ddown at Peyton nervously as she rested her head on his shoulder but kept clutching the car seat, looking around nervously.

[Mα∂иɛƨƨ.]

{- I cant Do This On My Own... Im No Superman.-}

. s t a t u s . Taken, Hehe| . m o o d . Upset| . d o i n g . / . w h e r e. Its complicated...

Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

Peytons head snapped up when she felt Xanther Jump. She moved her hair out of her face and looked at him.. Clutching to the seat. Oh right.. his fear of cars.. she said.. I dont think i made that fear any better by riding a run away ambulance she thought to herself. Peyton grabbed his hands Xanther.. you will be fine.. Ive got you she whispered pulling him closer to Her

[Qiokkabee]

Xanther looked up at Peyton. "I...I"m sorry...I just.." Xanther scooted a little closer to Peyton and looked at her lovingly. "Thank you." He msiled at her and layed his head down, trying to not to hurt his fingers by clutching onto the carseat too tightly. His fingers started hurting but it was stil very scary.

[Mα∂иɛƨƨ.]

{- I cant Do This On My Own... Im No Superman.-}

. s t a t u s . Taken, Hehe| . m o o d . Upset| . d o i n g . / . w h e r e. Its complicated...

Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

Y-your welcome.. Peyton looked at him.. as his hands gripped the seat still . She smiled, Oh Xanther..Youll be okay.. Dont worry. she said smoothing his green hair Down. Peyton then pulled his hands from the seat..And held them in hers instead. There. peyton whispered

[Qiokkabee]

Xanther looked up at Peyton, his hands on hers. He accidently dug his nails in her hands once but immediately stopped. "I'm sorry!" he cried, biting his lip. "I-I didnt mean to!" He looked down in shame. "I hope I didnt hurt you that badly. He looked down at her hands, long red marks along her hand.

[Mα∂иɛƨƨ.]

{- I cant Do This On My Own... Im No Superman.-}

. s t a t u s . Taken, Hehe| . m o o d . Ehh| . d o i n g . / . w h e r e. Driving

Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

Peyton winced slightly when his nails dug into her skin.. She tried to ingnore it.. I mean it didnt hurt too much.. but it defiantly wasnt a nice feeling. Peyton watched Xanther apologize it and she started to smile.Hey.. its fine i dont mind.. Ive been through alot worse pain. she said re-grabbing his hand