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The door opened, but Peyton had already moved back from it. She appeared to have stolen the cushions of some of the couches in the common room on her end of the hall, and they were being arranged, along with a multitude of blankets, into a make shift nest of sorts. They were propped against the edge of the bed, blankets laid out 6 deep on the floor, and pillows sat on top. It was, as far as she was concerned, A+ architecture, and perfect for a sleep over.

When she lookd up and saw everything in America's arms, she blurted out a hasty apology for not having grabbed something sooner, and rushed over to take the pizza off the top of the milk crate. "My Dog, you are prepared." With a laugh the food was set on the desk, then the soda, bread sticks.

Similar to America, Pey was dressed in a tank top and shorts, though her's were high cut jogging shorts with slits up the side. The sort she usually ran in, but they worked great for sleep wear when she happened to be sharing a bed or space with another person. There was a slight pause, a small tightening of features as she eyed the mark on her chest, the bruises. Her smile waned a touch. She knew America was strong, but she hated seeing any of her friends hurt. It didn't matter how tough and untouchable she saw them, it just hurt to see the bruises and the blood.

But this wasn't about that. This was about bonding, and friendship, and having fun. Nakama! So she reclaimed that bright grin, untangled the fingers that had knotted together, and stepped back to plop down on in the nest of blankets. "That is a lot of stuff, what all did you bring?"

"Cosmos," she repeated, brows arches as she looked over the magazines and their very specific label. It looked as though America had grabbed everything imaginable that girls did on usual sleep overs. Not that Pey had much experience, she'd only been to a few, and she did not have fond memories of them. With a loop-sided grin she helped herself to pizza as well. This time would be different.

She supposed she had Solomon to think for their superior blanket nest. It had been him that gave her the idea to swipe the cushions off the couches in the common room at the end of her hall. Still, she couldn't help a proud grin as she peeled a pepperoni off the top of slice and ate it.

It was good, and she let the comfortable quiet stretch a few moments longer so she could scarf down the entire slice. "So good." She licked her fingertips, cleaning the grease off, than turned to America. "So what's knew with you?"

The small blonde quietly enjoyed her slice of pizza as she listened to America fill her in on what had been happening over the last couple weeks. "You're gunna have to show me this tree house." It was said hopefully, devoid of any real demand. A couple of the houses she'd lived in had had tree houses in the backyards. They'd been a nice little get away. As for the project. "Let me know if you need any help, I'm sure manual labor could replace physical training for a few days." Probably.

Pale eyes followed the direction the pizza slice had been waving, and she gave a small laugh as an eager grin slipped into place. "I am a-okay with that."

Her own slice disappearing in a last bite, Peyton helped herself to another as well as America started the first movie. It was a classic, one she'd seen a dozen times, and she couldn't help but hum along, gingering plucking a pepperoni from the top of her pizza and popping it in her mouth.

And then promptly choking on it as her bff ambushed her with a name bomb. Peyton coughed, thumping herself on the chest as to clear her throat, before the look on America's face had her crumbling into gasped giggling. "What?" She smiled, cheeks on fire, and managed to get her giggling under control before asking. "What about Noah?" Tone as normal as she could make it.

America was given the look she deserved before Peyton settled back against the side of her bed. "Word on the street is accurate. We went to New York on a date, on a whim, and it went really well." The movie on the laptop was given a quick glance and a soft, amused snort. Of course.

What started as pink quickly brightened to a near scarlet, and Peyton drew her knees up, face disappearing against them as America began to sing at her.

She'd know this was coming, but still!

"We kissed in the hotel room." Sadly, if America was looking for steamy detail she had come to the wrong couple. Peyton was still pure as the driven snow, and she had a sinking suspicion that Noah was a virgin as well.

Peyton gave America wide eyes as the questions rolled in, and they were so varied, so specific, that it actually helped cool the blush on her cheeks. At the request for a re-enactment she lost it, startled into a loud laugh that doubled her over and by the time she straightened again what lingering color had faded. They were still very personal questions abut a very personal, intimate situation, but the laughing had chased away the nerves. "Oh God, no. No re-enacting." More chuckling, breath easing out in a low, humor filled groan.

"Um, well." She had to think here, mind rolling back a bit. "It was a first kiss, so not hot and heavy, but more than a sweet pucker-up. Not sloppy, not bitey." With the hand not holding her slice of pizza she tucked curls behind her left ear. "It was sweet."

Peyton gave America a look, one that was ruined by the twitch of a smile. "Dunno, Probably just wait and see what happens." Play it by ear, see what felt right. That was how they'd been going about things so far, and so far it had been working. Very well.

Nibbling her pizza, she eyed the magazine the other girl had grabbed, neck craning to catch the title of the quiz.