Zoey's pov
"Pizza?" Ashton questions a few hours later, his arms still wrapped around my middle, holding onto me tightly.
"Yes!" I yell, "It's been nine months since I've eaten pizza!" The boys laugh at me, and Peyton smiles.
"I really should be going. Bye Zoey," Peyton says, standing up from his spot on the couch. I frown and pull Ashton's hands apart, freeing myself. I chase after him and catch him at the front door.
"Where are you going? You step-dad won't let you into your house," I remind him, getting worried.
"I'm gonna go and find a motel to stay in. Don't worry Zoey, I'll figure it out," Peyton assures me, offering a half smile.
I shake my head no, "Stay here with me."
"The boys-"
"The boys won't mind. Please?"
Peyton sighs and nods, "If the boys say it's okay." I squeal with happiness and hug him tightly. When our bodies touched, I felt sparks go flying.
I blush and smile shyly, "Let's go ask the boys." Peyton nods and follows me.
"Of course he can stay. Peyton, you helped not only bring our little Zoey back to us, but save her life also. We owe you, big time, man. You're absolutely welcome to stay here as long as you want to," Luke tells Peyton.
"Thank you, Luke," Peyton replies, smiling brightly. I stare at him. I love his smile.
My daydreams are interrupted by Michael putting the pizza box down in front of me. I lick my lips with anticipation. I grab a piece of cheese. I'm about to bit into it when I remember. Charlotte.
I throw the pizza back down into the box and turn towards Ashton.
"Where's my phone?" I demand, freaking out.
"Upstairs in your room. It's the third door on your left," he answers, confused. I nod, then take off running to get my phone.
I plug it in and wait for it to turn on before I call Charlotte. I silently beg that she'll pick up.
Just my luck, it goes right to the voicemail. I grumble in annoyance, then throw my phone back down on my bed. I trudge downstairs, ready to eat my pizza.
When I was walking by the front door, the doorbell rang. I sigh, and unlock the door. I open it and my jaw drops.
Standing out on the front porch was Charlotte.
