Kate's point of view: It was finally spring break and I had nothing to do. Peyton and I were supposed to be together the whole spring break before he moved and before I broke up with him. I wasn't complaining though. I had my friends to keep my mind off Peyton and Julie was gonna see if this guy I was starting to like liked me back. I still loved Peyton but it was time to move on and face the fact that he was too far away to have a relationship with. I decided to go jogging with Julie, Chase, Austin, Cory, and Colby. These were true friends that I knew could help me through this. We were all jogging but Austin, Chase, Colby, and Cory started doing stupid stuff so we had to slow down to a walk so Julie and I could laugh at them for being idiot. We rounded the bend by the batting cages and we saw two guys. Both were about 6 feet tall. The guy that was batting had his shirt off and you could tell he was sweating but the strange thing is is that he had scars up and down his arms and sides and everytime he turned to where his stomach faced us you could see a name. The strangest thing about it was that it was my name...
Peyton's point of view: We arrived at the house that we used to live in and I grabbed my stuff and went straight to my room. I put my things up and went to the bathroom and gently took the bandages off my stomach. I looked down at the cuts and grimaced and mumbled,"That was probably the stupidest thing I ever did." Just then Garrett's voice said,"Ya think Sherlock." I jumped and almost punched him in his face,"Dude seriously don't you ever knock?!" He looked at me for a minute with a mock serious look and said,"Nah. I find it beneath me to knock and besides it's much more fun to annoy people." I rolled my eyes,"Just hand me a fu*king rag." He handed me a rag and said,"You wanna go to the batting cages?" I nodded as I finished cleaning up the cuts and said,"Yeah let me just put on a Neshoba baseball shirt." Garrett rolled his eyes,"Dude I'm sure people will remember you since you went to Neshoba." I waved him off and changed shirts and went downstairs and to the garage and got all the baseballs and a couple bats and turned to Garrett and threw one to him,"Let's go." Garrett drove us to the batting cages and he started us off on it so I could rest a bit before it was my turn. He finally finished batting and said,"Alright man you're up." I got in position and I hit every ball that came. We played for an hour and I decided to take my shirt off cause it was so da*n hot. I lifted my helmet off and ran my hands through my hair,"Da*n it's fu*king hot out here." Garrett nodded. We were both sweating but I was sweating more. I took my shirt off and I felt the sweat hit those fresh cuts and I winced. Da*n this hurts. I put my shirt on the ground and put my helmet back on and kept swinging. I kept on for 30 more minutes and I could see people walking around the batting cages and they looked...familiar. One of the girls was looking at me which made the other girl look. I couldn't tell who it was which made me mad and about the time that I turned back a ball hit me in my arm. I took my helmet off,"God da*n that fu*king Sh*t hurt." I turned back to where the people were and the girl that was looking at me had stopped. Then she started walking towards me. Then she started jogging. When she got close enough she yelled,"PEYTON!!"
Haha don't think that they are gonna magically hook back up. There's gonna be a little drama between them
Kate's point of view: I kept looking at that guy. He looked so much like Peyton. I watched as he got hit in the arm and when he took his helmet off I knew it was Peyton. I just stood there and stared. It was Peyton. My Peyton. When he turned back to get his helmet off the ground I started walking to him. He noticed because he stood back up and just looked at me. I started jogging then and I finally got close enough and shouted,"PEYTON!!" I could see his eyes as they widened a little bit and he dropped his helmet and threw open the gate and ran to me. As soon as his arms wrapped around me he picked me up and hugged me. He held me for what seemed like forever. He finally put me down and I saw what looked like tears in his eyes. I was about to say something when he gently grabbed my chin and pulled my head up and at that moment he kissed me and everything felt like it should. My hand brushed against his stomach and he drew back from me in pain. I looked at him and I could see pain in his eyes. By that time Garrett had made his way with Peyton's shirt and handed it to him but before Peyton had a chance to put his shirt I said,"Peyton what are all these scars from and why is my name on your stomach?"