Apartment below 2

Chapter 91

Sabrina

I got up the next morning, getting ready for the day ahead. I wore jeans and a lowly buttoned blouse that showed just enough skin with matching white heels. I curled my hair, deciding on a lighter makeup look today.

I heard a knock at my door, picking up my handbag with my phone in it, I made my way over, opening the door. "Ready to go?" Peyton smiled. I nodded, taking his hand and locking the door behind me "do I get to drive again or are we going in one of yours" I look up to him once we got to the elevator

"It's completely up to you baby" he leant down to give me a kiss. I fell into his arms happily, waiting until we reached the bottom floor and making our way over to my car. I opened the door, climbing in the drivers seat and turning on the loud engine

"I've been listening to the song on repeat" I say as I keep my eyes focused on the road in front of me "what? Since you got it last night" he laughed in response "Yes! I love it" I join in and laugh with him

I pull up to the restaurant, parking outside "how did they know we were coming?" I look out to see the paparazzi getting out of their cars, waiting by the door "you have a pink car with a licence plate that has your initials on it Bebe" he chuckled

He opened the car door to get out, I did the same thing, locking the car and taking his hand, letting him guide me into the restaurant. My parents sat at a booth in the back corner, smiling as they saw us walk in

We greeted each other before sitting across from them "how has your stay been? The hotel nice?" Peyton made conversation with them sweetly "oh it's amazing! I want to live there" my mom chuckled

"You should, move up to LA" I join in "maybe one day..do you know what your gonna get?" My dad asked. I shook my head, my eyes trailing over the menu "you gonna have a glass of wine with me? The first time we've been allowed to order it out together!" My mom squealed

My eyes shot to Peyton, he smiled "I'll drive" he assured me. I turned back to my mom with a nod "white" I reply earning a nod from her. We ordered our food, continuing talking about Peyton and I and what's going on in our lives

"So Peyton..how come you don't own a house?" My dad asked. I sighed "dad.." I warned him "it's okay Bebe.." Peyton smiled kindly "Mainly because there was no need too, it was just me..having a huge house for one person has always seemed a little pointless to me..when I have a family or things move forward then we'll look into one" Peyton looked to him with a smile

"So you can afford one?" He clarified "Dad!" I warned him again "I can afford a house, Mr Carpenter..She's in good hands" Peyton looked over to me with a small smile on his face. I wrapped my hand around his arm, leaning my head on his chest "okay good..I just want what's best for my little girl" my dad smiled

Peyton nodded, "so do I" he assured him. My mom sucked in a small breath, "we need more wine" she mumbled, flagging down a waitress...