Conflicted

Pyjama Party

"Home sweet home!" I nudge the doors open with my hip as I help Peyton carry her belongings into my, or rather, our condo. There's tons of room for her few boxes and bags due to my lack of furniture, so we just place everything down in the living room.

"I'll start unpacking all this food your mom gave us, want anything?" I ask Peyton, she seems a bit off.

"Um, sure. I'll take a glass of that iced tea she packed," she replies.

I give her a smile and a nod before I head to the kitchen. I know some of this needed to be frozen and refrigerated, but I also know that Peyton needs a minute or so to collect herself. This is a lot and I don't want to make her any more uncomfortable then she probably already is. After I finish putting away all the groceries, which there was a lot of, I check the