Two weeks had passed since Sadie and Peyton spent the day together that Thursday and Sadie has been avoiding Peyton like the plague. She ignored all her phone calls and text messages and when she tried to speak to her in person at school she would give the shortest response possible and walk away. At lunch she would eat as quickly as possible and then rush off to the library with the excuse that she had lots of work to catch up on. The truth was she could not bear being in the same room as Peyton. She could not sit there and ignore her because it made her feel horrible but she also could not sit there watching Peyton interact with everyone else smiling and laughing. It did something to her that she just could not understand.

At night she would hardly sleep because her thoughts run wild. All they all seem to somehow encompass Peyton and if they didn't at first you can be damn sure that before long Peyton got in there one way or another.

"What the fuck is happening to me?!" Sadie cried out to herself as she paced in the tiny apartment while she waited for her eggs to finish to eat breakfast. "Why the fuck did I kiss her?! I'm straight! And that is so wrong! I am losing my fucking mind!" She continued talking to herself seeing as it was her alone in the apartment that Saturday morning. "Oh my god... do I like Peyton? No! I can't! She's a girl! I'm promised myself I wouldn't do this! I love guys! They're so sexy. There's nothing to like about a girl. Especially Peyton Saunders."

As she was taking a shower after breakfast a thought occurred to her, "wait... does Peyton like me? She did kiss me back. Nah... she doesn't. She said I'm not her type. Plus, she can't like me, I'm straight."

After her shower, she went into her cupboard to get a change of clothes when her eyes fell on a neatly folded shirt off by itself. She quickly got her clothes and changed before shakily reaching for the shirt. She smelled it, "god... it smells like her..." For no reason she could find, she pulled the shirt on over her t-shirt.

She threw herself down on the couch then and covered her head with her hands. There was nothing else she could do at the moment. She would not be able to concentrate on anything.

The harder she tried not to think of Peyton is the more Peyton invaded her thoughts. She smiled to herself as she recalled an incident that had occurred at school a week and a half before. It was and still is the talk of the school. Peyton had decided that she was going to try out for the boys football team since there was no girls football team at the school. When she got there and told the coach that she wanted to join the team the coach looked her up and down and said with a sneer, "you're a girl! That will never happen!" He then gave her a very dry, humourless laugh before continuing, "and what's up with the uniform? You think wearing that will get you onto my team?"

Peyton shrugged and responded, "that's okay coach, I'm transitioning. So maybe next year." She proceeded to wink at the coach and walk away leaving him in a state of complete and utter shock and confusion.

Sadie's smile grew. "What is it with that girl?" she whispered to herself.

Then, she thought of Peyton's new hairstyle. After last weekend, Peyton had come to school with a new hairstyle this week. "It's such a stupid ass style... how the fuck do you pull it off Peyton?" Ever since she got that new hairstyle Sadie just could not keep her eyes away. Something about it intrigued Sadie and she just wanted to stare at Peyton all the time. "Maybe I'm just trying to understand how she can shave off the back of her hair, leaving her long hair on top pulled into a bun and still look good... Wait, still look good? What is wrong with me? I don't and never did think that Peyton looks good!" Sadie groaned, "I need to stop this!"

Just at that moment her phone began to ring and without looking at the caller ID, she answered, "hello?"

"Sadie?! Oh my goodness! You answered! How are you sweetheart? Sadie?"

She looked at the phone and sure enough the caller ID read "Do Not Answer!". She facepalmed herself, "fuck!"

She could hear the person on the line still, "Sadie? You there? Please talk to me baby. Please. It's so good to hear your voice again. Sadie please."

She hung up and bellowed. She could not believe the colossal mistake she just made. For almost four years she has ignored that call. She has not spoken to her mother in almost four years and all because her mind is distracted she just answered her mother's phone call.

Every Saturday morning at around ten o'clock her mother would call her. Every Saturday for the past three plus years and every Saturday Sadie would ignore the call.

"You see what you made me do Peyton?! You're fucking me up! Now I'm talking to you and you're not even here! Fuck! You're making me crazy Peyton! And I don't understand why or how!"

Sadie began to pace once more. "I have to get this girl out of my head!"

She went into the kitchen then and began to cook but even that did next to nothing with regards to getting Peyton out of her head because she only wound up recalling the Thursday when she cooked lunch and dinner for Peyton and she ate it all.

With a heavy sigh Sadie sat down on one of the chairs by the tiny table and a thought occurred to her then, "the radio! That should work!"

When she got her phone she saw that her mother had sent her a text message. That's what she always did. After the call, which Sadie would ignore, she would send a text message. She cleared the message and put on the radio. She returned to the kitchen singing along to the song that was playing.

This seemed to do the trick. About five songs later Peyton was slowly leaving her mind. That is until a particular song began to play. The song brought Sadie to a halt. She leaned against the counter as she listened to the song word for word. It was Crazy by Kat Dahlia.

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫

Is it crazy that I want you to stay

When I tell you to leave when I tell you go?

Is it crazy that I say your own name

More times a day than I say my own?

Tell me baby is it crazy?

Tell me baby is it crazy?

Is it crazy when you're gone for a minute

I'm missing you yeah I feel alone

Is it crazy that I'm jealous of them bitches

When they get your time and I know it's wrong?

But tell me is it crazy?

Yeah I need to know if it's crazy

Damn

Cause I ain't been myself lately

Something's going on

Nah boy I ain't even slept

I been up all night long

In my head

Tryna figure out what I want what I do what I don't

Is it crazy all them answers is you?

Tell me cause it's blowing my mind

Tell me cause I don't understand

How someone just can walk into your life

And everything before them you forget

Is it crazy?

Tell me what's going on I need to know

Cause I ain't tryna lose myself or lose control

Baby tell me the truth I need to know

Is it crazy?

Baby, is it crazy?

Is it crazy that I told my ex don't call no more 'cause I'm in love?

Is it crazy that I keep your shirt right here just to smell your cologne?

Damn that sounds crazy

Tell me is it crazy?

'Cause I ain't been myself lately

Something's going on

Nah boy I ain't even slept

I been up all night long

In my head

Tryna figure out what I want what I do what I don't

Is it crazy all them answers is you?

Tell me cause it's blowing my mind

Tell me cause I don't understand

How someone just can walk into your life

And everything before them you forget

Is it crazy?

Is it crazy? (crazy)

Is it crazy? (crazy)

Is it crazy?

Tell me is it crazy?

Is it crazy?

Is it crazy?

Well if it is I'll just be crazy for you

Baby cause it's blowing my mind

Tell me cause I don't understand

How someone just can walk into your life

And everything before them you forget

I'm crazy, crazy, crazy for you

I'm crazy, crazy, crazy for you

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫

When the song was done playing she turned the radio off and slid down the counter to the floor. She pulled her legs up, rested her arms on her knees and leaned her head on her arms. As she did so, she breathed in the distinct fragrance that is Peyton. She sat up and looked at the shirt before smelling it again. She saw Peyton in her mind as clearly as if she were right there in the kitchen with her; a smile took up residence on her face at the image. She slammed her head back against the cupboard door, "holy fuck... I am in love with Peyton Saunders..."